<?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-1493608859617952092</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:37:46.870-05:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='Reading'/><category term='pet peeves'/><category term='business'/><category term='Road Rage'/><category term='Wal Mart'/><category term='princess'/><category term='God'/><category term='politics'/><category term='mistakes'/><category term='hopes'/><category term='desires'/><category term='dream'/><category term='Keith'/><category term='goal'/><category term='dog'/><category term='Christian'/><category term='life'/><category term='Patriotic'/><category term='scrapbooking'/><category term='country'/><category term='people'/><category term='inaguration'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='belief'/><category term='family'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='concert'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='love'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='comments'/><category term='Old People'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Live ~ Laugh ~ Love</title><subtitle type='html'>Yesterday is the past, Tomorrow is the future, Today is the present.  Today is a gift, live without regrets, laugh so hard your side hurts, love unconditionally</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-1487486758271928825</id><published>2009-11-17T15:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:31:29.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="Slideshow" name="Slideshow" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="425" align="middle" height="425"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11244"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="11244"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value="LT"&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="NoScale"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed id="Slideshow" width="425" height="425" name="Slideshow" align="middle" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fcmd.shutterfly.com%2Fcommands%2Fpictures%2Fgetshareoutslideshowconfig%3Fsite%3Dlifewiththehickmans%26page%3Dlifewiththehickmans%26node%3D235" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" bgcolor="#869ca7" src="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; WIDTH: 425px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifewiththehickmans.shutterfly.com/235?eid=115"&gt;Click here to view these pictures larger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;amp;c1=pictures&amp;amp;c2=blogger" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keith and I went to Wisconsin Friday night.  We left around 3:30 est, and arrived around 10:30 cst.  We missed all except 39 seconds of the UC Bearcats game.  Sorry babe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were truly blessed with genorosity with this shower.  Our family and friends poured out to us.  It was so nice to even just see everyone again.  Thank you so much for everything!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-1487486758271928825?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1487486758271928825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=1487486758271928825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/1487486758271928825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/1487486758271928825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-shower.html' title='Baby Shower'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-5086750658544434536</id><published>2009-11-12T15:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:26:58.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>34 weeks and counting</title><content type='html'>We are looking forward to meeting our little Kaitlyn Alexis Hickman.  We are looking forward to holding her in our arms, all the fun Mommy and Daddy things we are going to get to experience, and all the memories that are going to be made with this new addition to our family.  We are hoping that there will only be 5 more weeks until she makes her grand arrival.  Due date is 6 weeks from today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my there is still so much to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to go so fast.  But we are so looking forward to meeting our precious little girl in hopefully 5, but maybe more weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-5086750658544434536?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5086750658544434536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=5086750658544434536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/5086750658544434536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/5086750658544434536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/34-weeks-and-counting.html' title='34 weeks and counting'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-3674096540416028399</id><published>2009-10-29T12:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:33:09.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SunDo6b9XCI/AAAAAAAAHUI/JXEq3Zmhzms/s1600-h/100_5877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398060736028957730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SunDo6b9XCI/AAAAAAAAHUI/JXEq3Zmhzms/s320/100_5877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it does seem that Christmas comes faster every year. This year I am getting prepared early. Could be the fact that I am due in December! I would like to thank &lt;a href="http://www.mystar933.com/"&gt;Star 93.3&lt;/a&gt; for helping me keep focused. I love that they have started playing Christmas Music already. They started October 27th ish. Their reasoning is important. You can read it on their site. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-3674096540416028399?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3674096540416028399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=3674096540416028399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/3674096540416028399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/3674096540416028399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SunDo6b9XCI/AAAAAAAAHUI/JXEq3Zmhzms/s72-c/100_5877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-6565172205347368233</id><published>2009-10-26T19:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:20:34.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatlinburg Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SvxuBx4Om7I/AAAAAAAAHVc/snj5Ye6BTPg/s1600-h/100_7180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SvxuBx4Om7I/AAAAAAAAHVc/snj5Ye6BTPg/s320/100_7180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403314629785852850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again life as a Hickman is an adventure. (Names are hidden to keep embarrassment to a minimum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Picnic Lunch - cooler set on top a bee hive near poison Sumac.&lt;br /&gt;2. Papaw Hickman - face plant on the deck of the office for the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hickman Family (minus Nana) Falling off the Mountain - okay not literally, but most members got freaked out while Papaw Hickman was turning the van around in the driveway.  So much so that Nana Hickman jumped out of the car and Daddy Hickman screamed like a woman.  All which caused Hickman Boy to react.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hickman Boy Chair Plant - Boy Hickman was rocking his chair at the Hard Rock Cafe, fell to the side and crashed on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hickman Boy's Death Scream - Driving up the mountain Boy Hickman's scream:  "We're gonna DIE!"&lt;br /&gt;6. Mommy Hickman's Question - "Who ate all my food?  We know it wasn't me?!?" After eating a whole meal - something that has not been done in the recent past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-6565172205347368233?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6565172205347368233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=6565172205347368233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/6565172205347368233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/6565172205347368233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/gatlinburg-adventures.html' title='Gatlinburg Adventures'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SvxuBx4Om7I/AAAAAAAAHVc/snj5Ye6BTPg/s72-c/100_7180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-8053422725716483126</id><published>2009-10-02T12:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:34:35.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update</title><content type='html'>We are fortunate enough to have had another ultrasound.  It was confirmed that we are having a little girl.  After all the measurements she is weighing in at 3 lbs 7 oz.  They didn't give us a length, but we were told that her size puts me at 30 weeks, not just 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This excited Keith because then if she is 2 weeks "late" it pretty much guarantees that she will be born in 2009.  I got excited because it puts us at full term the beginning of December, not the end.  Regardless of when she comes we know that she will come.  We are just praying for an early December birthday over a late one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our first picture where you can actually tell what things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SsYrZvJL4aI/AAAAAAAAHP4/iRbzZeAElmY/s1600-h/Scan_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SsYrZvJL4aI/AAAAAAAAHP4/iRbzZeAElmY/s320/Scan_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388041725347094946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlyn Alexis we can't wait to meet you and hold you in our arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-8053422725716483126?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8053422725716483126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=8053422725716483126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/8053422725716483126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/8053422725716483126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SsYrZvJL4aI/AAAAAAAAHP4/iRbzZeAElmY/s72-c/Scan_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-5314007948296823611</id><published>2009-09-25T11:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:27:30.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the hardest things.</title><content type='html'>I am already starting to think about what my days are going to be like as Kaitlyn gets older.  I am going to want to do all these fun things with her that a stay at home mom would get to do.  Yet I have to work.  Since truly I am a work at home mom (well mom to be right now).  The work that I do now is going to determine what sort of things we are going to be able to do a year from now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why is it so hard to want to get the job done sometimes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found myself getting less and less done and wondering why there is nothing happening with the business.  How about because I am doing less and less.  Like yesterday for example.  When I got home from doing the two shows.  I don't think I did anything else with the business.  I worked on finances, or personal finances all day - which could have waited until after work hours or at least until Keith got home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.  We have so much staring us in the face and I feel like I am not holding up my end of the deal.  I guess putting it out there on this blog for the world to see, especially since my blog is linked to my facebook account I am trying to hold myself accountable in some weird way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-5314007948296823611?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5314007948296823611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=5314007948296823611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/5314007948296823611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/5314007948296823611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-hardest-things.html' title='One of the hardest things.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-4160013594804610049</id><published>2009-09-15T16:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:58:39.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today I celebrate being married two years!  I am married to a wonderful man.  He has given me so much than I could have ever asked for.  He is supportive, loving, funny, good looking, respectful, helpful, honest and always full of surprises.  I am so looking forward to our anniversary date tonight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith - the man that I love, respect and adore.  Thank you for being you and thank you for everything you do for me and our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-4160013594804610049?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4160013594804610049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=4160013594804610049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/4160013594804610049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/4160013594804610049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-5469575146582076330</id><published>2009-09-08T14:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:56:13.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons I love my job</title><content type='html'>As most of you know I own a preschool entertainment company.  I love my job.  Not the just because I am my own boss, not just because I make my own hours - honestly if I worked a 'real job' I would work less hours, not just because I can work in my pajamas if I wanted to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job because what other job can you come with a fantastic idea, implement it and know that it will bring the exact results you are anticipating without having to run it past anyone to make sure it is okay that you do it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you are are at 2 in the afternoon painting river rocks and egg cartons?  Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SqanrsaykSI/AAAAAAAAHPA/-FqVdBvJhEU/s1600-h/100_6812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SqanrsaykSI/AAAAAAAAHPA/-FqVdBvJhEU/s320/100_6812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379171174040375586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SqanKhgyq7I/AAAAAAAAHOw/NuqsICbNKR4/s1600-h/100_6810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SqanKhgyq7I/AAAAAAAAHOw/NuqsICbNKR4/s320/100_6810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379170604177075122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SqanrBa305I/AAAAAAAAHO4/Nd9ZnXkCyRg/s1600-h/100_6811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SqanrBa305I/AAAAAAAAHO4/Nd9ZnXkCyRg/s320/100_6811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379171162497995666" 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/1493608859617952092-5469575146582076330?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5469575146582076330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=5469575146582076330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/5469575146582076330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/5469575146582076330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/reasons-i-love-my-job.html' title='Reasons I love my job'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SqanrsaykSI/AAAAAAAAHPA/-FqVdBvJhEU/s72-c/100_6812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-8208764804003836628</id><published>2009-09-06T10:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:45:01.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a realization.</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday September 1, I hit 24 weeks pregnant.  I was just thinking about how far we had come.  We found out I was pregnant at 8 weeks.  16 weeks earlier, then I thought a little more and the baby will be here in 16 more weeks.  (Hopefully she will come a little earlier than she is supposed to - December 14th would be great!) I sat there and I thought - by the end of the this year I am going to have a little girl in my arms.  Until recently she was going to be the last one born of my group of friends, well then more and more of us keep finding out that we are expecting.  I don't even know how many at this point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that I have always wanted.  When people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up I always said a teacher or a mommy.  When Keith and I got married we did want to enjoy being husband and wife only for a little while, about two years.  Well we have gotten that because next Tuesday is our 2 year anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is changing.  It's exciting and nerve-racking all at the same time.  We have so many things that we need to do, yet we want to just enjoy every moment. Like making a pile of pancakes for breakfast - all because it was a craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very blessed throughout this pregnancy.  Everything is coming back normal.  Sure, I am still sick quite often, but I have figured out how to make it manageable.  Through trial and error and more importantly my friends that are already moms and moms-to-be that are further along than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty excited that when I look down all I see is belly -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SqPKUGiNDfI/AAAAAAAAHOQ/BeC_a4USCrg/s1600-h/100_6753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SqPKUGiNDfI/AAAAAAAAHOQ/BeC_a4USCrg/s320/100_6753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378364826710773234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is because our little girl is in there growing to be one healthy little girl.  I hope she is active when she comes out as she is when she is in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlyn Alexis Hickman I can't wait to meet you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-8208764804003836628?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8208764804003836628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=8208764804003836628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/8208764804003836628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/8208764804003836628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-realization.html' title='What a realization.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SqPKUGiNDfI/AAAAAAAAHOQ/BeC_a4USCrg/s72-c/100_6753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-6005931688068885582</id><published>2009-09-02T13:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:36:55.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious and Weird all at the same time</title><content type='html'>So last night we are laying in bed and the baby kicked.  It must have been a good one because my tummy jumped where it happened.  I thought it was so precious, there is our little girl letting us know she is there.  Then Daddy - "That is just weird, so not natural." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my husband - a very unique perspective.  I wouldn't change it even if I could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-6005931688068885582?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6005931688068885582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=6005931688068885582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/6005931688068885582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/6005931688068885582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/precious-and-weird-all-at-same-time.html' title='Precious and Weird all at the same time'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-6091134221928097641</id><published>2009-08-18T12:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:59:50.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days ago</title><content type='html'>We found out on Thursday last week that we are having a little girl.  We could not be more excited.  It is finally sinking in that we are really doing this.  We are really having a baby.  We are really going to be mommy and daddy.  Isn't life great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-6091134221928097641?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6091134221928097641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=6091134221928097641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/6091134221928097641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/6091134221928097641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-days-ago.html' title='5 days ago'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-1637624266453972619</id><published>2009-08-06T15:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:39:06.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week</title><content type='html'>One week from today.  In less than 168 hours we will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will know if the baby is truly our little Kaitlyn or if we have been calling our little boy Kaitlyn for 3 months!  (We didn't know we were pregnant for the first two.)  If that is the case hopefully we have not done permanent damage to our little Kevin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that our little one will be an exhibitionist between 1pm and 3pm on August 13th.  We just need to know - I have shopping to do!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-1637624266453972619?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1637624266453972619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=1637624266453972619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/1637624266453972619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/1637624266453972619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-week.html' title='One Week'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-1656942311603532075</id><published>2009-08-04T10:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:04:53.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is where I earn it.</title><content type='html'>Many people tend to think that I earn my money only doing my 45 minute shows.  They forget about this part....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping for the shows.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnhNBdQEQoI/AAAAAAAAHMo/FZuXfMKHrz4/s1600-h/100_6688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnhNBdQEQoI/AAAAAAAAHMo/FZuXfMKHrz4/s320/100_6688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366123643439170178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saving items for months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnhNBDx22vI/AAAAAAAAHMg/I5i_aPBa3iU/s1600-h/100_6686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnhNBDx22vI/AAAAAAAAHMg/I5i_aPBa3iU/s320/100_6686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366123636601576178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The getting prepared for the shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnhNAhYmesI/AAAAAAAAHMQ/1SXqZg6u_oU/s1600-h/100_6684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnhNAhYmesI/AAAAAAAAHMQ/1SXqZg6u_oU/s320/100_6684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366123627368839874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dangers of permanent markers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnhNA1xbBeI/AAAAAAAAHMY/66oihhkNKP8/s1600-h/100_6685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnhNA1xbBeI/AAAAAAAAHMY/66oihhkNKP8/s320/100_6685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366123632841655778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-1656942311603532075?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1656942311603532075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=1656942311603532075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/1656942311603532075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/1656942311603532075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-where-i-earn-it.html' title='This is where I earn it.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnhNBdQEQoI/AAAAAAAAHMo/FZuXfMKHrz4/s72-c/100_6688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-7970150275901070096</id><published>2009-07-24T16:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:41:59.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>18 weeks</title><content type='html'>So the weekly newsletter says the baby is the size of ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mikegothard.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/bell-pepper-9831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 323px;" src="http://mikegothard.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/bell-pepper-9831.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right a bell pepper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so looking forward to meeting you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-7970150275901070096?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7970150275901070096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=7970150275901070096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/7970150275901070096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/7970150275901070096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/18-weeks.html' title='18 weeks'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-3559590360151255756</id><published>2009-07-24T15:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:46:39.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long awaited.</title><content type='html'>Tonight is going to be a date night.  It was going to be an indoor date night, but the family had to change plans due to work schedules.  Therefore Keith and I are going out to dinner then to a movie.  Either Champs or OBSH (outback steakhouse) and hopefully we are going to see The Proposal tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnQ4xQ2SrfI/AAAAAAAAHKo/dpsSe-29RVw/s1600-h/100_6677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnQ4xQ2SrfI/AAAAAAAAHKo/dpsSe-29RVw/s320/100_6677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364975475092532722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Update to date night:  It started out great.  I pick up Keith from work and the words out of his mouth I don't get to hear all that often.  "Man hun! You look hot!"  I was shocked, jeans and a preggo shirt.  So we head off for our date, and ate at Smokey Bones.  We will not be returning.  We did go see "The Proposal"  and will be purchasing that movie the day it comes out.  Needless to say it was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-3559590360151255756?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3559590360151255756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=3559590360151255756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/3559590360151255756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/3559590360151255756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-awaited.html' title='Long awaited.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnQ4xQ2SrfI/AAAAAAAAHKo/dpsSe-29RVw/s72-c/100_6677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-1859035003635444515</id><published>2009-07-22T17:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T17:49:48.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The dark and ominous time of year is drawing to an end.</title><content type='html'>The countdown to the beginning of the 2009 football season has started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/cd/ccc-sports/show.swf?clickURL=http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/&amp;clickLABEL=MySpace Countdowns&amp;flashLABEL=Countdown Clock Codes&amp;skin=http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/cd/ccc-sports/skins/2.jpg&amp;text=Kick%20off%20of%202009%20FOOTBALL%20SEASON%21%20%20%0D%0DARE%20YOU%20READY%20FOR%20SOME%20FOOTBALL%21%21%21&amp;untilColor=16737792&amp;textColor=16777215&amp;datesColor=0&amp;year=2009&amp;month=7&amp;day=14&amp;hour=20&amp;minute=2&amp;second=27&amp;x=6&amp;y=77" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="300" height="200" name="countdown" align="middle" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/"&gt;MySpace Countdowns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to the &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/schedule"&gt;full schedule&lt;/a&gt; if you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week Two is going to be a big week in my house.... The Bengals are playing The Packers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING ON FOOTBALL SEASON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-1859035003635444515?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1859035003635444515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=1859035003635444515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/1859035003635444515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/1859035003635444515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/dark-and-ominous-time-of-year-is.html' title='The dark and ominous time of year is drawing to an end.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-1087362411451039817</id><published>2009-07-19T10:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:43:19.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update.</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago we had a scare.  We went in for our 16 week check up.  Dr. B is looking to hear the heartbeat and can't find it.  He is not freaking out outwardly, but he totally rushed us out of the examine room and down to ultrasound.  Thank God I go to a large clinic and they have ultrasounds right on sight.  We have to wait almost 30 minutes to get our ultrasound.  Keith even went up to the receptionist to find out how long it will be for us.  What a guy!  We get back there and everything is fine.  Our baby's heart beat is 146.  Keith asked if she could tell yet what we are having she said not usually until 18 weeks, but she would try.  Well our little baby was being shy and would not move to get "the money shot" it showed us its face instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 4 short weeks we are supposed to find out if we are having a little boy or a little girl.  Keith and I are hoping for a little girl.  All the silly wives tales are leaning toward a girl.  My mother-in-law and sister-in-law are leaning toward a girl.  I have had two baby dreams early in my pregnancy that were both boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want it to be a girl, but more so I really just want the baby to be healthy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started our registries last weekend.  We had so much fun.  Keith was going around scanning anything and everything.  I have found this bedding that I just love at Walmart.  I was hoping to find something I loved just as much but at Babies R Us or Target.  Target, no such luck.  Babies R Us.... we are at the back wall of bedding.  Everything, no joke EVERYTHING, has characters of some kind on it.  Either flowers and bugs, jungle animals, bears, or disney.... everything.  Well I really just want geometric shapes.... stripes, circles, sqaures... that is what I want.  I was getting so frustrated that I was ready to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turn the corner and there on the shelf I see a striped bumper.  I look at it further.... on the inside embroidered bugs and flowers.... not exactly what I wanted, but really cute... still love the one at Walmart... until I see the rest of the pieces!  Sheets with the colors I am looking for and geometric patterns, a dust ruffle in a solid color and stripes and the piece of resistance (in the best french accent I can muster) the blanket - White with a chocolate brown border, bright pink, light pink, and green circles!!!!! I was stoked... Then Keith says, "Babe what if it's not a girl?"  So we look a little more.... SOLD! Bumber in cream and chocolate brown (jungle animals on the inside - my compromise) Green, brown and cream blankets!  The pieces even came in blue!  So I was sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started being a responsible adult and started thinking about everything and weighing it all out in my head.  Bumber, Ruffle, One Sheet, One Blanket - Walmart 85.00 Babies R Us - 93.96 - Walmart wins .... Better color choices (nuetrual included) - Babies R Us wins .... More coorinating choices - Babies R Us wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our decision will be made when we know what we are going to have, but I am leaning toward the set at Babies R Us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-1087362411451039817?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1087362411451039817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=1087362411451039817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/1087362411451039817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/1087362411451039817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-5634465587072724889</id><published>2009-07-08T17:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:28:59.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Outcast status removed.</title><content type='html'>It seemed so weird to so many people that Keith and I canceled our cell phones.  I was so burnt out on having one due to the over use of it with my last corporate job and we could just not afford one there for a long time.   Well now with expecting I was getting a little tired of hearing, "I wish you had a phone - what if something happened."  Then I drove over an hour to get to an event that had to be canceled day of and that was the straw that broke the camels back.  I got a phone again.  Funny thing ... it pretty much sits in my purse and is not used.  However thanks to the hubby I know that it does work.  He was the first person to call me on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy my pink phone....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-5634465587072724889?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5634465587072724889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=5634465587072724889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/5634465587072724889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/5634465587072724889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/outcast-status-removed.html' title='Outcast status removed.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-7202096928114853187</id><published>2009-07-06T13:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:21:06.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekends Always Go Too Fast</title><content type='html'>Three day weekends seem to come and go just as fast as 2 day weekends.  Ours was so full this time around it was nice.  If only the weather would have panned out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was nice, we went shopping - both got clothes this time around - had a business lunch, hung out and went out to dinner.  Saturday we stayed home except for the comedy show we went to -- I mean church.  Sunday we spent the day with Keith's side of the fam.  After we watched the BEST WIMBELTON CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH EVER!   I do mean EVER!  Which made us late for all the 4th of July festivities on the 5th.   At least we didn't miss the butt in the cooler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 rolls around we need to prepare for Monday's shows.  Luckily there was not much to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-7202096928114853187?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7202096928114853187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=7202096928114853187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/7202096928114853187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/7202096928114853187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-weekends-always-go-too-fast.html' title='Long Weekends Always Go Too Fast'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-6919124875205503871</id><published>2009-07-01T07:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T07:53:01.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward</title><content type='html'>Life is going to be so different in the matter of 5-6 months.  I am looking forward to my little bundle of joy.  I am looking forward to getting all the little things that you need.  I am looking forward to our lives totally changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In nearer future - I am looking forward to getting some more clothes that fit.  I have - depending on the day - three to five shirt that fit, two pairs of short, one pair of jeans and one pair of capri's.  In my huge closet of easily 50 shirts, 15 skirts, 15 pairs of pants, 10 pairs of capris, and 5 pairs of jeans - I do not even have enough clothes right now to wear a different outfit every day!  It's a sad state of affairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going shopping this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-6919124875205503871?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6919124875205503871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=6919124875205503871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/6919124875205503871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/6919124875205503871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/looking-forward.html' title='Looking forward'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-7406312798257906159</id><published>2009-06-28T10:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:29:04.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I scored a major purchase, as did I the weekend before.  Neither item will fit in our car so they have been sitting at the in-laws houses.  Yes one at each house.  Well today we are borrowing my dad's van and picking up our major purchases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crib - $20 yard sale (It is one that full price was easily in the $300 range - I know we have been shopping for them!)&lt;br /&gt;Changing table - $10 yard sale (Not sure what this one would have been, not the cheapest we have seen, but not the most expensive either.  I would say maybe $180 ish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A yard sales savings of $450.00!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the stuff looks almost brand new!  The only piece of wear and tear is on the crib.... a tinker bell sticker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting pictures once they are together and in their new homes.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-7406312798257906159?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7406312798257906159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=7406312798257906159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/7406312798257906159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/7406312798257906159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-day.html' title='Big Day!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-2836443756605842425</id><published>2009-06-27T21:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:46:33.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of the Sequel</title><content type='html'>I have heard nothing but bad things about Transformers 2.  I heard it had no plot.  I heard it was racist.  I heard it was not suitable for kids under 14.  This was a movie that Keith and I were looking forward to going to see.  Well this morning my sister-in-law Janet called and said that they were taking our nephew and wanted to see if we wanted to go.  We decided to go - good way to spend a hot afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not that bad.  The fight seen near the end was drug out for too long, but that was my only complaint.  Granted the language was not great for kids.  Then I was told it was rated pg-13, then I was not so upset about the language.  There was no real offensive stuff, but it was just not right for kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was more disappointed with my popcorn than the movie.  How is that when you really are craving the popcorn you get all the crumb pieces that have been sitting there all day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-2836443756605842425?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2836443756605842425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=2836443756605842425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/2836443756605842425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/2836443756605842425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/fear-of-sequel.html' title='Fear of the Sequel'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-7480657131324453018</id><published>2009-06-26T19:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:37:23.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Baby,</title><content type='html'>Soon we will know if you will be a girl or a boy.  I would like to thank you for not making me so sick these days now that I have figured out how to keep you a little happier.  I would also like to thank you for not making me so tired, but today's nap nice and a needed break.  Now let's get on with this whole dizziness thing.  We can stop that one any day now.  Mommy doesn't like feeling like I am going to faint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to meeting you.  Daddy wants to remind you, you need to come in 2009 so the most you can be is one week late.  You will understand Daddy in time.  He's a great guy and we like to keep him happy.  He does a lot for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Mama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-7480657131324453018?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7480657131324453018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=7480657131324453018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/7480657131324453018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/7480657131324453018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-baby.html' title='Dear Baby,'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-5606105554270180945</id><published>2009-06-23T14:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:45:01.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith's "First" Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Keith didn't want anything for Father's Day.  I had told my sister-in-law this, but the news never made it back to my mother and father-in-law.  Saturday we find out that she bought him something.  I told her he didn't want anything and she said to bad.  That is my MIL.   Well she asked him if he wanted it and he said fine - accepting it for her feelings not his own.  Sunday he opens up a frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SkEiRWrNkVI/AAAAAAAAGus/HZ2dWuuEXjg/s1600-h/100_6623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SkEiRWrNkVI/AAAAAAAAGus/HZ2dWuuEXjg/s320/100_6623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350595513832804690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true, so true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-5606105554270180945?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5606105554270180945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=5606105554270180945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/5606105554270180945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/5606105554270180945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/keiths-first-fathers-day.html' title='Keith&apos;s &quot;First&quot; Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SkEiRWrNkVI/AAAAAAAAGus/HZ2dWuuEXjg/s72-c/100_6623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-4016398046495540527</id><published>2009-06-17T19:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:41:42.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When your name is on the line</title><content type='html'>I guess when you are passionate about something you take things a little more seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I have gone into business for myself.  It has been so much fun and there are new and exciting things everyday.  Today was not one of those fun and exciting days.  Today was one of those days where you experience, you learn, you worry and you move on putting your faith in The One who provides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - first of all I am glad that I choose to do the bubbles class for the free event today.   When it flopped for the most part I can make adjustments and move forward.  Like #1 - do not add anything to bubble mix, especially do not mix 2 recipes to make a better bubble solution.  This does not work.  #2 - there are not enough activities in this class to keep their attention.  #3 - The bottom line is did kids have fun?  When the answer to this is yes then it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As business owners we try, fail and adjust.  Today was one of those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That then leads me to the worry part.  With my business everything I do is to glorify God, the one who gave me the talents and abilities to run this business.  So I pray that He guides my friend throughout the event she is doing tomorrow.  In the secular my name on the line with this show and future business, but this is God's business and I know that she won't let God down.   So I cast my worries to Him to take them away and to control the situation because He is the one truly in control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-4016398046495540527?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4016398046495540527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=4016398046495540527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/4016398046495540527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/4016398046495540527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-your-name-is-on-line.html' title='When your name is on the line'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-961930383201241332</id><published>2009-06-16T13:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:26:41.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well it's definately the busy season</title><content type='html'>Last week started it; summer camps with Pre-Schools and Day Cares.  Thankfully for us that means it is our busy season.  We were unaware of how busy it truly was going to be and we keep booking dates.  All I can do is thank God for everything He is providing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a call today wanting a day that we already have booked.  My dear friend said she would help out with double bookings.  Just so happens that day she is going to be out of town.  Bummer.  I will find someone.  God will provide.  This show is one that I will be taking on and the show that is already scheduled is one that will be going to someone else.  Reason - during our phone call the client mentioned how they had used our competition last year and how disappointed they were.  The competition could not keep the children interested in the event.  I of course explained that we understand the attention span of this age range and we fill our time with many activities all in effort to keep their attention for 30 to 45 minutes.  She then said that if they like the show they would book more for summer and the school year.  Definitely one I need to take on myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the life that 3 to 5 year-old kids have.  I love my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-961930383201241332?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/961930383201241332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=961930383201241332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/961930383201241332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/961930383201241332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-its-definately-busy-season.html' title='Well it&apos;s definately the busy season'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-8973432403979308332</id><published>2009-06-15T18:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:25:55.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has changed</title><content type='html'>Wow how life can change in the matter of a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January we found out why we have been having problems conceiving our first child.  We have come to find out I do not ovulate due to Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome.  Because of this I was given Progestrin to get things going.  This would bring on a cycle, but not an ovulation.  And it did.  Things were working the way they should have.  The next month I was taking Chlomid this was to kick start my ovaries to produce an egg and a full cycle.  I was so moody and irritable that month.  Well, it didn't work.  We did not get pregnant.  So Keith and I sat down and took a serious look at our life.  We had some decisions to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working crazy hours with my job.  I would go into work at 7am work until 9am, go back in anywhere between 1 and 3 and work until 11pm.  Pretty much Monday through Friday.  It was taking a real toll on my physcially.  We were also starting TOP SECRET SCIENCE.  By the time we were making this decision we had decided that I would leave my job and soley work TOP SECRET SCIENCE.  In February things were starting to fill up for the summer.  We looked at our lives and figured we had so much going on we should really wait until the end of summer to start seriously trying to have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around this same time we found out that several of our friends were expecting as well.  This also took a real toll on me, emotionally.  Why did I have to have this stupid problem?  Why couldn't I just get pregnant like all of my friends?  I started praying.  I had important people in my life praying for me too.  Praying I would find peace in my situation, praying that we could get pregnant, just praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well our prayers were answered. Unbeknown to us Chlomid has what is called a rebound effect.  It can stimulated ovulation another month without taking the medication.  This is what happened with us.  We are expecting our first child in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring has been good to us this year.  Life has really changed.  Really in the matter of just a few months.  I cannot wait to see what the next few months have to bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/_v6xfEwDOCyg/Sjb0MvEuRxI/AAAAAAAAGZc/TQfqHGLM6cM/s1600-h/100_6506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/Sjb0MvEuRxI/AAAAAAAAGZc/TQfqHGLM6cM/s320/100_6506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347730107180926738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SjbWDDPnJMI/AAAAAAAAGY0/eUFEPg0FbJg/s1600-h/100_0804.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-8973432403979308332?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8973432403979308332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=8973432403979308332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/8973432403979308332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/8973432403979308332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-has-changed.html' title='Life has changed'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/Sjb0MvEuRxI/AAAAAAAAGZc/TQfqHGLM6cM/s72-c/100_6506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-7863349778270055634</id><published>2009-01-20T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:02:17.504-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inaguration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Day in History</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today is a day in history.  Half of the country disagrees with what is happening today.  As Christians if we agree or don’t agree one thing that we can agree on is that we have a big God.  God paints the strokes of our lives.  For those of us who voted for McCain, he could have had Jesus on his ticket and if God wanted Obama to win, guess what.  That is what would have happened.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just hope that Obama is able to get things done.  I hope that he is able to bring back the fundamentals this country was founded on.  I pray that his eyes are opened wide, as are his ears.  I pray that he humbly takes the wisdom of those that have come before him.  I pray that the people he is surrounding himself with will lower their egos and own agendas to come together for the greater good of this country that we all call home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today is something beautiful.  Agree or not.  This is a day that God created.  These two men may be what this country needs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-7863349778270055634?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7863349778270055634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=7863349778270055634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/7863349778270055634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/7863349778270055634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-in-history.html' title='Day in History'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-6106329384818047975</id><published>2009-01-19T18:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:59:35.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The creative director</title><content type='html'>I go to a very large church.  I am a follower of my pastors blogs.  Joe's blog said to check out Brad's newest idea.  So I did.  You should as well.  It is a heart warming blog.  &lt;a href="http://bshawise.blogspot.com/2009/01/1000-beautiful-things.html"&gt;Here it is.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to participate.  I went on a roll last night.  I finished the list!  But then we kept going.  It is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to give you a sample of what you will find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;949. My husband being able to let his in-laws be themselves.&lt;br /&gt;950. Re-exploring a city you lived in for 8 years through the eyes of new residents.&lt;br /&gt;951. The way your favorite jeans make everything just better.&lt;br /&gt;952. Getting a great deal when it is BOGO time at Payless.&lt;br /&gt;953. Sitting watching TV, and your dog cuddling with you like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;954.  Finishing a book and being really sad that it is over.&lt;br /&gt;955. Looking at the photographs of your honeymoon and realize you are even more in love today.&lt;br /&gt;956. Chasing your dreams together.&lt;br /&gt;957. My husband supporting my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-6106329384818047975?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6106329384818047975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=6106329384818047975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/6106329384818047975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/6106329384818047975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2009/01/creative-director.html' title='The creative director'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-1869133156222210231</id><published>2008-12-03T15:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:35:58.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten Motto</title><content type='html'>I have forgotten my motto over that last few weeks.  I have let life live on and got swept up in the stress, crankiness, and down right moodiness.  I feel like I have not laughed until I cried in ages.  I felt like I have stopped loving everyone, including myself.  That is not who I am.  I live - I laugh - I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO what happened that I go all swept up in life?  I let all the distractions do what they will do -- distract.  I let family members take me away from what I need to do.  I have let the decisions of others affect my happiness.  I stopped reading- things that keep me focused.  I stopped listening - to praise and worship, educational materials, even enjoyable music.  I started listening to the negative trash that people eagerly flow from mouths of people I know and people that I don't.  I let topics become conversations that shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SjbZ_N1Nx-I/AAAAAAAAGZM/Hn8ELjoEZhU/s1600-h/100_1204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SjbZ_N1Nx-I/AAAAAAAAGZM/Hn8ELjoEZhU/s320/100_1204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347701287616890850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What can I do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can start again.  Start reading - things that help me grow.  Grow as a woman, a Christian, a business owner, a wife.  I can refocus.  Refocus by simply moving my work area to a place where I can concentrate.  I need to take time.  Time for what I need to do, what I want to do, take time for me and take time for my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think that I work all the time.  I do.  I am a busy woman.  I work a job with crazy hours.  I own two businesses, I write and I scrapbook.  That is a busy life, but I wouldn't have it any other way.  I have goals.  I need to make my goals happen.  Sitting back and letting the world take me where it will is not the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may think that I don't have my priorities in the right place.  That just means that you have not really looked at my life.  What I do is rewarding and rejuvenating.  I go to bed at night knowing that I did everything I could that day for me and my family.  Yes I work for someone else, but I do that because I choose to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my focus.  Now that I realized that all I need to do is manage my time and get what I need to get done during the day.  That is the easy part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LiveLaughLove&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-1869133156222210231?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1869133156222210231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=1869133156222210231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/1869133156222210231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/1869133156222210231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/12/forgotten-motto.html' title='Forgotten Motto'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SjbZ_N1Nx-I/AAAAAAAAGZM/Hn8ELjoEZhU/s72-c/100_1204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-5176340822487257911</id><published>2008-11-20T10:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:30:28.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do and no desire</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had those days?  The days when you have so much to do and you just don't want to do any of it?  I have absolutely no desire to do anything today than sit in the recliner and be online.  Could it be that I am losing over 12 hours of pay... I think I am up to 16 now ... for enforcing the rules.  I think that is rather off, but when you work with the mental health individuals things happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I not want to get up and do things because the floor is so cold and I just don't want to put my feet on it?  Could it be that my list is very long and if I just relax one more day the pixies will come and do it all for me?  Could it be that I am just sad - sad that my husband had to go back to work and our business did not work the way we had wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be a little of all of those things?  Could it be that I am letting forces I cannot control take over me?  Could it be that I am not leaning on my tower of strength to get me through my days when I just want to hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe instead of blogging about all of this I should just get up and do something.  That sounds like a good idea.  Maybe I should at least get my list and really see what is on it.  I may have already done some of the things on it and I could just cross them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should but some socks on and it would eliminate part of my reasons to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to get on with living laughing and loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-5176340822487257911?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5176340822487257911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=5176340822487257911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/5176340822487257911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/5176340822487257911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-much-to-do-and-no-desire.html' title='So much to do and no desire'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-5457281020405962684</id><published>2008-11-09T22:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T07:38:04.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that I am addicted to a new song. "Addicted" by Saving Abel. Here is what I find so interesting. I have become addicted to a song hearing the edited version. The only reason I know that I have become addicted to an edited version is because on the way back from Wisconsin today I heard it on a rock station in Indiana. I was shocked when I heard the different lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This prompted me to look up the lyrics. I already thought the song very sexual, then I read the real lyrics and it is SO much more sexual than before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so addicted to&lt;br /&gt;All the things you do&lt;br /&gt;When your going down on me (edited rolling around with me)&lt;br /&gt;In between the sheets&lt;br /&gt;All the sounds you make&lt;br /&gt;With every breath you take&lt;br /&gt;Its unlike anything&lt;br /&gt;when you're loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh girl lets take it slow&lt;br /&gt;so as for you well you know where to go&lt;br /&gt;i want to take my love and hate you till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not like you to turn away&lt;br /&gt;from all the bullsh*t i cant take (edited from all the positions that we take)&lt;br /&gt;it's not like me to walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so addicted to all the things&lt;br /&gt;you do when your going down on me&lt;br /&gt;in between the sheets&lt;br /&gt;all the sounds you make with every breathe you take&lt;br /&gt;its unlike anything&lt;br /&gt;when you're loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know when it's getting rough&lt;br /&gt;all the times we spend&lt;br /&gt;when we try to make&lt;br /&gt;this love something better than&lt;br /&gt;just making love again&lt;br /&gt;its not like you to turn away&lt;br /&gt;all the bullsh*t i cant take&lt;br /&gt;just when i think i can walk away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so addicted to all the things&lt;br /&gt;you do when your going down on me&lt;br /&gt;in between the sheets&lt;br /&gt;all the sounds you make&lt;br /&gt;with every breathe you take&lt;br /&gt;its unlike anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so addicted to the things you do&lt;br /&gt;when your going down on me&lt;br /&gt;all the sounds you make with every breath you take&lt;br /&gt;its unlike anything when you're loving me&lt;br /&gt;when you're loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can not make it through&lt;br /&gt;all the things you do&lt;br /&gt;theres just got to be more to you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so addicted to all the things you do&lt;br /&gt;when your going down on me&lt;br /&gt;in between the sheets&lt;br /&gt;all the sounds you make with every breath you take&lt;br /&gt;its unlike anything&lt;br /&gt;its unlike anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so addicted to&lt;br /&gt;all the things you do&lt;br /&gt;when your going down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the sounds you make with every breath&lt;br /&gt;you take its unlike anything&lt;br /&gt;i'm so addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is a great song, but I definately would not listen to any version with a child in the car.  The edited one is still very sexual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-5457281020405962684?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5457281020405962684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=5457281020405962684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/5457281020405962684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/5457281020405962684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/11/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-4098853173627789927</id><published>2008-10-30T22:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:43:42.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is about to change</title><content type='html'>Life is changing in my world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, whom I love very deeply, is moving to Ohio.  For the last 6 years and 11 months we have lived 3 states apart.  That is all ending, for the most part.  They are on their way here.  They are making the journey from Milwaukee, Wisconsin to Milford, Ohio.  Mom, Dad, Joe and Rocky are on going to stay.  Melissa however will be returning to Wisconsin.  My hope is that she will like to come join us, but she is 24 and will make her own decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about the changes and nervous at the same time.  This is a very typical emotional mix for me.  Especially when change is involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, dog and I will do what we always do.  We will roll with the punches while we Live, Laugh and Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-4098853173627789927?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4098853173627789927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=4098853173627789927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/4098853173627789927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/4098853173627789927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-is-about-to-change.html' title='Life is about to change'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-5997780359752804153</id><published>2008-10-27T23:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:41:38.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Raged</title><content type='html'>The following note was posted on my facebook account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I do not consider myself a very political person. To be honest I have been&lt;br /&gt;struggling this past election season. Up until this year, I have basically&lt;br /&gt;agreed with democrats, and that is the way I voted. Well this year I started to&lt;br /&gt;listen to all of the nominees. Today I have realized. It is time to PRAY. We&lt;br /&gt;need to pray that our country elects the right person for this job. I will be&lt;br /&gt;honest, you do need to elect the person that is right for you and your life. I&lt;br /&gt;am going to take my soap box here and put a few things out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: We live in a Republic. We are a capitalistic and free enterprise&lt;br /&gt;country. We are not Socialist nation. Now I am not calling Obama a Socialist.&lt;br /&gt;However, many of his thoughts and what his plans seem to be very socialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't totally understand this redistribution of wealth thing. The way&lt;br /&gt;that I understand it is basically taking from the rich to give to the poor.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I will say this. I am not rich by any means. However, I do know that the&lt;br /&gt;reason I am in the financial situation I am in is 100% based on my decisions. I&lt;br /&gt;am 100% capable of getting myself out of this situation. There is no reason why&lt;br /&gt;people who have done the hard work should get it taken away and given to the&lt;br /&gt;people who won't work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: The American Dream. If we are not careful who we elect this could&lt;br /&gt;turn in to the American Nightmare. Under Obama it is totally okay to pursue your&lt;br /&gt;dreams. Don't you dare achieve it though. When you do we are going to tax the&lt;br /&gt;daylights out of you because you have to take care of the people who won't do&lt;br /&gt;anything for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly: You are who you associate with. If you associate with questionable&lt;br /&gt;people, that makes me question you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I ask is to pray. As a nation we need to pray. Pray that the&lt;br /&gt;candidates have wisdom to make the right decisions. Ask the Lord to open their&lt;br /&gt;eyes, and open their ears. Use the in gates more than the out gate of the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;We also need to pray that everyone who is able goes out to vote. We need to pray&lt;br /&gt;that the voting public does what they feel is best for them. However, we also&lt;br /&gt;need to ask God to ensure that the proper candidate gets in the office. We know&lt;br /&gt;that they are both Christians and yes we are to give to the poor and help those&lt;br /&gt;who can't help themselves. We need to pray and pray hard. God please work here.&lt;br /&gt;I as,k if you are reading this to stand in agreement with me. You may not agree&lt;br /&gt;with the points that I have mentioned, but you can stand in agreement with the&lt;br /&gt;fact that we need to pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was obvious that my passive aggressive cousin had read it when I read the following status update.  "___ is tired of the rich getting richer, and people who think the "American Dream" is about money.  There is no money in the Constitution." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my outrage I got home from work and asked my husband.  "Can you explain to me what the American Dream is?"  His response was "I understand it to be totally free. To be able to do what you want when you want."  I then asked him if money was involved in it.  He said, "Well, yes.  You can't make it in this world without money." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess then I need to pose the question to my cousin what his view of the American Dream is.  I know that for me it is to be successful and to acheive your dreams, not just pursue them.  If the American Dream is just about pursuing your dreams then I am in the wrong country.  My dream is to be successful and not have to rely on anyone else to provide for my families needs.  Then to teach and spread The Word of God.  If that offends you well then excuse me, but that is who I am and I am American. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be too mad at my cousin, he has his opinions and he is entitled to them.  People just need to remember that opinions are the cheapest commodity in the world.  Everyone has millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second outrage --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we talking about Sarah Palin's clothes??? Why are we not talkint about the real issues!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-5997780359752804153?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5997780359752804153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=5997780359752804153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/5997780359752804153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/5997780359752804153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/10/out-raged.html' title='Out Raged'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-3022921222872745373</id><published>2008-09-14T10:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:16:46.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day to One Year</title><content type='html'>What a weekend.  I am getting to spend so much time with my husband.  It is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend last year I was a bride.  Looking back at that day, it was beautiful!  The day itself was crystal blue skies with white puffy clouds.  It was actually a little on the cool side.  The guys loved it, the girls well we enjoyed the clear skys with a few extra layers on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several things that didn't go the way that I had planned.  And I am not even going to focus on those anymore.  I regret much of the day.  I am holding to the promise that I am going to get the wedding of my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what my focus is.  I am married to the man that I wanted to marry.  I am happily married, and we grow closer everday.  Sure we have had a few first year marriage fights, but it is our first year of marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith, I love you.  I respect you.  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That is where I made this.  LOVE IT.  Thanks Blogger for informing us of the new version.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-8901759333759489710?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=201ad096a972b193&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8901759333759489710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=8901759333759489710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/8901759333759489710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/8901759333759489710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/09/relive-day-with-us.html' title='Relive the Day with Us'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-3877044112931514204</id><published>2008-08-26T13:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:29:36.114-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Are you a business? Really?!?</title><content type='html'>So - I don't know who knows this about me so I will bring everyone up to speed. My husband and I do several things to make money. But first and foremost we rely on God to supply all of our needs. Take a look at my other &lt;a href="http://strivingtobeallwecanbe.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; for more on this. We own a web based distribution company, we are creative gift consultants, we open distribution franchises, we mentor and coach other franchise owners, I do custom scrapbooks, I babysit (well that is more a bardiring system), I also work with an agency that does MR/DD stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Keith and I are calling small companies about creative gift options for the holiday season. When I say small I mean small under 25 employees. We both work out of the spare bedroom in our apartment. At times we talk over each other, but the we just kindly remind the other that we need to talk too. We are a small business backed by a VERY large compay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been calling small companies for several weeks. Here are some of the things that I have made me say -- Are you a business? Really?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hello? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This leads me to ask you is this XYZ company? If you are a business and work it out of your home answer your phone like you are a business! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: Are you currently keeping your options open for gifts or rewards for your employees or clients/customers? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Them: We are so small, we just don't do that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This leads me to wonder, just because you are a small company does that mean your employees don't need recognition?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there is of course the "Did they really just say that?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Them: XYZ Comany, this is Linda may I help you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: May I speak to the person who would be responsible for purchasing employee gifts and rewards?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Them: That's me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: Great, Did you say your name was Linda [obviously not speaking clearly]?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her: Yes, what is your name?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: Sara. I am [cut off]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her: It is nice to know who I am talking to, I am not going to buy anything from you. [click] &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Them: I can help you. We don't do that here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then what are you going to help me with???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Them: We are not entertaining new vendors at this time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We weren't asking to be entertained.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there are the things that make you go hmmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Message: You have reached extenstion 13, please leave your message.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call one time, you need Ed. Call a second time, you need Tom. - Really can I just get to the right person?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is what is great about all of this... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you really blog and make calls if you were working for someone else?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have someone to share your stories with as it happens at your job?&lt;br /&gt;Can you take a break when you need to pee without asking?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a few points to ponder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay tuned to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-3877044112931514204?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3877044112931514204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=3877044112931514204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/3877044112931514204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/3877044112931514204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-business-really.html' title='Are you a business? Really?!?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-6377184202461707530</id><published>2008-08-24T15:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:10:54.409-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriotic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wal Mart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road Rage'/><title type='text'>Old People + Parking Lot Rage = Stupidity</title><content type='html'>I never thought that grocery shopping would be so eventful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing some blogging this morning (check out my profile for other blogs) I made a grocery list, asked Keith if there was anything he needed, double checked the necessities, and went to the store.  Now like most people we are trying to make $1 go where $5 should.  -- That is why when I am reading other people's blogs and I see adsense I make sure to click at least one -- Any hoo !!  I digress.  By stretching the dollar that means I go to 3 stores.  Yes it kind of sucks, but I got a whole week plus for right around $60.00. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start at Aldi's get the off brand stuff that it's not a big deal what brand we get.  No big issues, except I don't shop there much so I don't know where anything is and I have to go up and down  all the aisles.  Now here is what is so fun about Aldi's.  If you don't bring your own bag you have to buy them.  I used to shop here for my clients so I knew that part.  I go shopping with a large tote and cooler in tow.  I am going to 3 places remember.  So I get everything in the car and head back towards home.  Next stop is along the way.  The Super Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in get what I need.  They did not double bag everything like last time.  Good for them.  So here is where the excitement begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I load up the car.  I return the cart.  A lost art at Wal-Mart, but anyway, again I digress.  I get in the car and heading in the correct direction down my aisle of the parking lot.  All of a sudden there is a large white conversion van cutting across all the parking spots and pulling out in front of me.  I then do something not so characteristic of me, but they were less than 5 feet in front of my car.   I laid on my horn.  (My usual reaction to stupidity is to shake my head and let the Moe Ron move along) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver of this van continues to be an idiot.  They zip around to cut back across the lanes, turn down an aisle 2 in front of me, pull into the driving lane and stop.  Just stop.  They just sit there.  I get a look at who is driving this van.  AN OLD MAN.  This GRAMPS is going to cause a major accident.  In the passenger seat is his GRANNY of a wife.  In the backseat is their patriotic daughter.  (Red Neck, White Trash, Blue Collar)  She is on her cell phone looks at me and waves as they are sitting there blocking traffic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, well I will back up and go the other way - knowing they were going to do something stupid again.  Then comes the SUV that gets involved.  He keeps inching forward next to the driver side of my car (in the lane for oncoming traffic).  The van backs up for him to get past.  He motions for me to go ahead.  When I start to move, the van bolts ahead again.  The guy in the SUV motions for me to roll my window down he said I will watch them for you, I saw what they did to you back there.  I thank him and he starts to move ahead again they completely get out of his way, but he stays in the wrong lane and I drive with him in the proper lane.  When we got past them he had me go ahead of him and he got behind me until we were on the main street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was only my 2nd stop!  Thank God there were no other issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why OLD PEOPLE SHOULD NOT BE ABLE TO DRIVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-6377184202461707530?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6377184202461707530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=6377184202461707530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/6377184202461707530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/6377184202461707530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/08/old-people-parking-lot-rage-stupidity.html' title='Old People + Parking Lot Rage = Stupidity'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-3926757695612943738</id><published>2008-08-22T13:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T14:36:07.460-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Inspiration at the Pool from a 5 year old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SK8G8ddsDHI/AAAAAAAAEAI/REUsUtOteMA/s1600-h/100_3468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237412527426243698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SK8G8ddsDHI/AAAAAAAAEAI/REUsUtOteMA/s320/100_3468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been inspired today. During the time with my newphew (away from other family members) I have been taking pictures, at the park, at his house, at Chic-a-filet, and now at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking pictures today he said, "Are you taking pictures for Daddy's book?" I told him, "Daddy's book was just pictures of you and Daddy together." Then he asked, "Are they for Mommy's birthday?" There is where the inspiration hit. My sister-in-law, his mom, loves scrapbooks. She usually asks for them. In fact I am creating a scrapbook for Christmas of their cruise from last year. However, it would be nice to have one for her that she has not asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought about doing a picture collage, but they don't really have much room for more things on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the pictures turned out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Scrapping ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-3926757695612943738?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3926757695612943738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=3926757695612943738' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/3926757695612943738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/3926757695612943738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/08/inspiration-at-pool-from-5-year-old.html' title='Inspiration at the Pool from a 5 year old.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SK8G8ddsDHI/AAAAAAAAEAI/REUsUtOteMA/s72-c/100_3468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-6854538591246642483</id><published>2008-08-21T23:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:13:24.544-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Are you up to the challenge?</title><content type='html'>I was listening to a CD over the last few days titled "Princess Power"and it got me thinking. So what does any computer savvy person do in this day and age, Google it. Really, I remember hearing people call little girls their princess. But when did it stop being okay to not want to be a princess? When did it stop being okay to want exquisite things, sparkling tiaras, gorgeous gowns and grand balls? And when did we stop wanting our handsome prince?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this, don't men really deep down just want something to fight for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what does it mean to be a princess? How does a princess act? What are the characteristics of a princess? So I did some research --- I wanted to really know, so I am sharing with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A princess is noble: She carries herself with poise and dignity. She listens attentively and chooses her words carefully. A princess always controls her emotions and makes choices based on what is right. Her choices revel her character. She has a strong sense of duty, she knows she is a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A princess is selfless: She does what is best for the people of her kingdom. She is a server, she chooses to focus on others. A princess is humble: She does not demand special treatment because she is a princess. She refrains from bragging or boasting. A princess will seek and accept advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A princess is kind: She is gentle, compassionate, patient and forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A princess is trusting and faithful: She is easy to trust and shows her faithfulness in her actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A princess is respectable and admirable: A princess does not just complete her prince, she builds him up. She respects him and compels him to greatness. He is a hero in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These qualities will still attract a prince today. We need to remember, we are all princesses. We are the daughters of The King. When exhibit these qualities we are looked highly upon, like the princesses we are. We are all princesses, but we may not look it right now. Here is what is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can start becoming a princess at any time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently on the path of becoming a princess. I know that I am the daughter of The King, but there are many areas where I can be better than I am. This is a journey. Life is a journey. Success is a journey. I am going to fail my way to the top and learn from my mistakes. In the end I will be the princess people can look up to. My dash will mean something. I will have made a difference while I was here on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has already blessed me with my prince, but everyday I strive to be a better wife. I strive to be a Proverbs 31 wife. I strive to respect him. I strive to be the princess he deserves. I thank God for him everyday. I pray that I build him up more than I tear him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is when will more ladies strive to be real princesses rather than what the American Society has turned the word into. What does it currently mean to be a princess? You must love glamour, pink and glitter. You must have tons of money or max out your credit cards with all day shopping. You tell people what to do and where to take you. You have your little accessory dogs and drink expensive coffees. You think you make the world a prettier place. I wonder if you became a real princess if you would even know how to handle it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take all the things that a princess is and combine it with what the word has become to mean. I would like to really just add one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A princess is authentic: She is true to her style. If she likes the glam she likes pink and glitter. If she likes the punk rock scene her appearance fits it. She carries herself with poise and confidence. She does make the world a prettier place by doing what she was called to do. She makes a difference. Parents would not be ashamed that their daughters want to be her. She can handle everything that comes her way because she knows that everything goes to God in prayer. He will never let her handle more than she can bear. He is her Father, He is watching out for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is Our Father, He is watching out for us. My final question for you is: Are you willing to take the challenge? Are you willing to become the princess you always wanted to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tiara is waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-6854538591246642483?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6854538591246642483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=6854538591246642483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/6854538591246642483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/6854538591246642483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-up-to-challenge.html' title='Are you up to the challenge?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-1577277886272122374</id><published>2008-08-21T17:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:24:36.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Strange Gift</title><content type='html'>A few years back my sister-in-law had asked me to make a scrapbook of her son's first year as a Christmas gift.  I was thrilled to make a baby scrapbook so I jumped all over it.  Well, that year I aslo made my mother-in-law a scrapbook calendar.  These were a huge hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well earlier this year I was asked to work my magic again.  The requested seemed very odd to me.  My sister-in-law asked me to make a scrapbook of my brother-in-law and his son for his birthday.  Now you don't know my brother-in-law.  He is not the sentimental type for the most part.  He has his moments, but it is not his overall nature.  I did not leap as excitedly as I had in the past, but I did agree to do it and kept my questioning nature to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started one Sunday afternoon for 3 hours or so and just thought, I looked at the pictures I had, I sorted them - Okay by year.... well, there are not enough of this or not enough of that... how else can I do this.... then it hit me... Cory is 5.... There have been 5 summers, birthdays, Christmases, ect.  So I really went the route of this is from Cory.  I really wanted Cory to help with it, but he wanted nothing to do with it.  He did help pick out stickers at the store.  (in exchange for candy of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is finished and Keith says that he will like it.  I hope so, but now I get to start another.  Their cruise!!!  It will be  really good gift for the both of them, but Janet is the one that wants it the most.  I am looking forward to getting started on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SjbmFP-5G-I/AAAAAAAAGZU/fOjh0YePW1I/s1600-h/100_4093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SjbmFP-5G-I/AAAAAAAAGZU/fOjh0YePW1I/s320/100_4093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347714585413098466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Father and Son 5 years of being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Scrapping~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-1577277886272122374?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1577277886272122374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=1577277886272122374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/1577277886272122374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/1577277886272122374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/08/strange-gift.html' title='Strange Gift'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SjbmFP-5G-I/AAAAAAAAGZU/fOjh0YePW1I/s72-c/100_4093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-8238215377198012285</id><published>2008-08-20T19:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:35:09.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistakes'/><title type='text'>My first bloggin mishap</title><content type='html'>I get some comments on my blog today.  I am so very excited.... then I hit the wrong button and they are gone.  I was able to go back and read them.  I really appreciated what each of you had to say.  So I reposted it, giving you credit and then the comment.  I know now to publish each one individually and there will be no mishaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday you learn something new!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-8238215377198012285?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8238215377198012285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=8238215377198012285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/8238215377198012285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/8238215377198012285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-bloggin-mishap.html' title='My first bloggin mishap'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-1244707449954655408</id><published>2008-08-20T10:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:19:00.527-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Ok, Yes I am a dork.</title><content type='html'>I had to get up early today to head off to a part time job I have picked up.  I had to leave before my two favorite guys were out of bed.  I had not been feeling well, so I slept on the futon.  Well when I got back at 9am - here is what I find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull into our driveway and look for hubby's car.  I didn't want to miss him - he was still there he actually was waiting becuase he wanted to use my car. Anyway! I pull into a parking spot right in front of our building.  I look up towards our windows and there they both are - looking out at me.  It was so cute!  Both of them in the window, looking at me -- Oh here she is! She's home! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go up stairs, unlock the door and Kirby jumps up on me as soon as I walk in, and Keith is standing there behind him.  "I told you mommy was home." Both of them waiting for me at the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been married for 340 days and today was one of the best mornings yet.  I felt so important and so loved.  All because my husband and my dog were watching for me to come home and waiting for me at the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, that is exactly what I needed lately, just to feel important and feel loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-1244707449954655408?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1244707449954655408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=1244707449954655408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/1244707449954655408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/1244707449954655408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-yes-i-am-dork.html' title='Ok, Yes I am a dork.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-8579069682481612911</id><published>2008-08-17T00:18:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:57:32.452-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>521 weeks, but who is counting</title><content type='html'>Friday night we played games - Imagine If then Apples to Apples -- Concert gardens and Fragrant Japenese. We even spiked our mom's drink. It was great. Kriby enjoyed seeing Mom and Melissa again. Saturday we went to the art museum and a few parks. Then it was concert time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;521 weeks ago (8/2/1998) Melissa went to her first Backstreet Boy concert. It was at Marcus Amplitheater in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. In attendence were the five Backstreet Boys - AJ, Brian, Nick, Howie and Kevin - Melissa, Sara and Jenny Brazy. Fast forward ten years and one week. We are attending Melissa's 21st Backstreet Boy concert at the Fraze Pavillion in Kettering, Ohio. In attendence were the four Backsteet Boys - yes we lost Kevin - Melissa, Sara and Katie (Jenny was unable to attend). Oh and we can't forge Bailey. He was the cutest announcer ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert itself was great. We experienced a great mix of old and new. They each also sang things from their solo projects. Melissa is definately the number one Backstreet fan. She screamed every song expcept solo's for AJ, Howie and Brian. She knew Nick's. Making her the number one fan. Katie sang everything except the solo's making her the number two fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa almost fell doing the "Everybody" dance, none of us had a voice when we left and the concert was in a Park -- Great memories attached to another Backstreet Boys concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record - I do not care that people think I am crazy for going to this concert. I had a great time and made great memories. The music was great too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-8579069682481612911?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8579069682481612911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=8579069682481612911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/8579069682481612911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/8579069682481612911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/08/521-weeks-but-who-is-counting.html' title='521 weeks, but who is counting'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-4849951077188667157</id><published>2008-08-03T11:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:17:55.192-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>I have an amazing husband -- I won't apologize if that makes you ill.</title><content type='html'>I need to brag on someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the most amazing husband in the world.  I am so proud of him.  In June we sat down and wrote out where we would like our business to be in 6 months (January 1, 2009).  We wanted a certain franchised structure, we wanted a certain amount of volume following through the group, we committed to doing certain things each week, etc.  We also have been taking a serious look at our growth, both business growth and personal growth.  We have been serious about getting the job done.  Not just one of us, but both of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started truly developing a list of people we knew to run our business concept past them.  Keith has been getting some great results.  I am too, his are just manifesting a little faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Saturday he went to Memphis to get a new team started.  He got one of our mentors in the car with him and one of our team leaders.  The three of them left at 8 in the morning.  They had a great time.  It was not only fun, but successful.  They drove back the same day pulling in at 5 Sunday morning.  He got home, crawled into bed and said - "Tonight I totally felt crazy."  I looked at him and said, "Sure, but we are destined for greatness."  I gave him a kiss and we went back to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so willing to do whatever it takes.  It's not just what it takes -- it is whatever it takes.  Yes, I didn't go with him but it would have been a blast if I were able to go.  Next time, hopefully.  He is always looking for more people to serve, more people to help, and just when you think you can't serve anyone else, he will find us more.  I am excited about what his is willing do to for our future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith - Thank you for going out and earning my respect everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-4849951077188667157?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4849951077188667157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=4849951077188667157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/4849951077188667157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/4849951077188667157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-amazing-husband-i-wont-apologize.html' title='I have an amazing husband -- I won&apos;t apologize if that makes you ill.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-7396157767963978077</id><published>2008-07-30T23:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:01:20.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Our treck to Nebraska</title><content type='html'>Oh so I have to tell you about today. We had a marketing meeting in Dayton. When we think Dayton we plan on 45 minutes to get there. So Keith accidently over sleeps (he was supposed to get up while I was in the shower to take the four legger out to pee). I get out of the shower they are both sleeping in bed on my pillows. Totally adorable, but not the time for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - we get ready about to walk out the door since we are now running 10 minutes behind, "Shoot hun - it is going to take over an hour to get there." Keith says while looking at the directions. He calls tell them we will be late and leave. We get off the expressway and follow the directions -- into nothing but CORN FIELDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are going to this global headquarters of a it is where???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you where... Turn right on this alley type thing that is a 1 1/2 lane road -- you know you are there when you pass the barn with a huge freaking rooster on the side that is red. This road will cause a suv to drive on the grass so you can both pass. When it dead ends (another corn field) turn right... then there will be a stop sign and a flashing red light. This is the state highway you need to turn on but you need to look 50 feet up the road to the left to make sure becuase the sign is no where to be seen. As you are traveling 55 mph you will see a blue sign on the left where you need to turn for your global headquarters -- not a corn field, but seriously over grown grass. Take this road up to the teal house and your building is the next white one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have sworn we got off the interstate in Ohio and ended up in Nebraska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an amazing adventure and great story that will be shared on CD one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-7396157767963978077?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7396157767963978077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=7396157767963978077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/7396157767963978077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/7396157767963978077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-treck-to-nebraska.html' title='Our treck to Nebraska'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-5205651392332582508</id><published>2008-07-29T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:05:05.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Recent Read</title><content type='html'>I am reading &lt;u&gt;What You Say is What You Get&lt;/u&gt;. Great book. I am only about half way through but I am very surprised what a page turner it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is about speaking the Word and being able to get what you say. After each chapter it gives you affirmations to say, scripture to study and ways to speak to get what you want. This book goes so well with another recent book I read, &lt;u&gt;Tongue the Creative Force&lt;/u&gt;. It too is about releasing the creavite power of God by speaking His Word. I am excited about learning how to control what I want and don't want in my life simply by controlling what I say and what I don't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back over the last few months I have really started studying a few things. One, our business, the more I put in the better. I am not doing so great with that right now, but I will be reading for a while here. It is so true that the person who wins reads and listens the most. We need to turn the TV off more. It hasn't been a great night for that, but anyway. The other is my faith. I really have been studying it. I listen to Joyce Meyer when I shower. I read Joel Osteen devotionals daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the shower yesterday I heard Joyce Meyer say if you want to work on something you need to study it. You need to get a concordance, look up all the scriptures that relate to what you are working on. Then you have to write them out long hand and confess them. You will start to see changes. That was an answer to a prayer hearing that. I had prayed a few weeks ago to lead me to scriptures that I needed to work a few things. That statment she said lead me to look for a concordance online and I found a great one. It is a site called All about God. It is great. I have posted it with the sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this over the last 3 weeks or so. I love my life and I thank God for all my blessings everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-5205651392332582508?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5205651392332582508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=5205651392332582508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/5205651392332582508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/5205651392332582508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/07/recent-read.html' title='Recent Read'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-3410139994959091196</id><published>2008-04-20T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:14:29.396-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Magic of Thinking Big</title><content type='html'>I am currently reading several books. I have had a hard time to get started with any one book and keep going with it. So I have again picked up Magic of Thinking Big. I have read this book before. I was in a very different place in my life. I was reading it today at the laundromat and there are already things that are jumping out at me.  I have never been the kind to read a book for a second time.  So this is something new for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first chapter is about belief.  But it starts by talking about success.  This is when it comes to our business I have had the most difficult time.   What is success for me?  What is success for Keith?  Are they the same thing? Is it okay for them to be different?  Up until now I have always thought that success was having a corporate job that you are married too.  One where you are working 50 to 60 hours a week bringing work home all the time and you have to wear a suit.  For me that is what success has always been.  But truly what is success?  Boil it all down success is winning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the real problem has come in is when I am asked what do I want, what is my dream, I can't give an answer.  Sara what is your why?  Well my why has never made me so emotional that it has brought me to tears or made me so incredibly happy that I can't help but smile.  So what is it??? What is my why??? I struggle with this all the time.  I once heard that you need to sit down and figure out how you are going to spend 20,000 a month for 12 months straight then you will have your why.  Granted I have never done this, but the reason I have never done it is because this seems like such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monster mental&lt;/span&gt; task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here asking myself why do you want to go Ruby?  Better yet why do you want to go 7500? Why do you want to have any sort of success with your marketing business?  My first answer to that is that I want Keith to be happy and I know that the success of our marketing business is going to do that for him.  But more importantly I want our family (Keith and my family - however many kids we have) the 6 of us (our 4 kids) to live a comfortable life.  I don't want my children to know how to juggle bills.  I don't want my children to know the secrets of late payments, slow payments or bad credit.  I don't want them to learn these things from their parents like I did.  I don't want our kids to think that having bad credit is okay like I did.  I want to be stable, I want there to be money in the bank.  I want our children to be able to ask for anything they want and when we say no it is not because we can't afford it.  I want our children to be able to ask for anything they want, not what I did as a kid and not ask for things because I knew my parents couldn't afford it.  So they wouldn't feel bad, I didn't ask.  I don't want that for my kids.  My kids will not know what it is like to eat pancakes for breakfast.  I want an unlimited shopping budget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to buy a $100 pair of pants &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I like the way they looked I want to be able to just get them.  I want to be able to go on trips and not have to save for months and cut corners so we can go.  I want to be able to just go.  I want to be able to do wash when I want to do it not when we have the quarters.  I don't want my children to be able to say what I did today, "I have been washing clothes in a laundromat for 20 years."  That is terrible.  That made me sick and I don't want to be doing it for another 20. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always told to have your dreams surrounding you.  How do you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;financial&lt;/span&gt; security portrayed in a picture?  How do you keep yourself surrounded by giving your kids the right thought processes?  What can you use to depict a comfortable life?  I guess for that one you can just cut out pictures of the things that you want in your house.  I want my kids to have a better life.  I want my husband and I to have a better life.   The question then comes down to do I believe that we are deserving of a better life?  Do we deserve to have the best of what is out there?  They answer is hell yes we do.  We deserve anything our heart desires.  We are good people and we are Christians.  All we need to do is ask for it, be thankful for it and walk in faith until it arrives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this from 3 pages of chapter one in Magic of Thinking Big.  What else is there to come?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-3410139994959091196?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3410139994959091196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=3410139994959091196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/3410139994959091196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/3410139994959091196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/04/magic-of-thinking-big.html' title='Magic of Thinking Big'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493608859617952092.post-7508297096457147071</id><published>2008-04-20T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:16:19.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Getting Started</title><content type='html'>So everyone is starting to have blog some where. I figured I would as well. Yes I am one that submits to peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer pressure is not necessarily a bad thing. It is a bad thing when you submit to negative peer pressure. There is another thing when your peers are moving on with their lives and making things better for themselves and you are being left behind. You can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;submit&lt;/span&gt; to the pressure that causes and it is not a bad thing. That is what my husband and I are doing. We are part of a business team and it is time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;submit&lt;/span&gt; to the pressure and move on. We refuse to be left behind. We are going to make something of our lives. We refuse to settle for a life of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mediocrity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog spot is all about it. We are moving on with our lives. We are getting our structure right, we are excelling in our day jobs, we are growing in our relationship with our heavenly father, we are developing a thriving retail business, we are creating a buzz that is going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;revitalize&lt;/span&gt; our business seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading posts on this blog you are more than welcome to comment. So happy blogging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493608859617952092-7508297096457147071?l=ltdsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7508297096457147071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493608859617952092&amp;postID=7508297096457147071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/7508297096457147071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493608859617952092/posts/default/7508297096457147071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltdsarah.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394921505699056170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6xfEwDOCyg/SnRAkwpN2eI/AAAAAAAAHLY/vHgNqLfxueU/S220/100_6674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
