tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21402640083966244962024-02-18T23:57:03.146-08:00Zachary and SarahSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-64387135882213960932011-01-13T10:52:00.000-08:002011-01-13T10:52:51.726-08:00IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">we just want to inform the world that we changed our blog address.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">you will now be able to find us at:</span><br />
<a href="http://zacharyandsarahaverett.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">zacharyandsarahaverett.blogspot.com</span></span></span></a><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">thank you and we hope to hear from you! :)</span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-43597534764090984252011-01-11T13:11:00.000-08:002011-01-13T10:39:06.474-08:00integration.<div style="text-align: center;">tadah! we decided that it would be more convenient just to blog together.</div><div style="text-align: center;">now you can be updated on both of our lives at <span style="font-size: x-large;">the same time!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">today marks the <span style="color: #3d85c6;">2 week anniversary</span> of our blissful married life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">{and by blissful, i mean absolutely 100% fantastically wonderful}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">we were suppose to move to del rio, texas on january 4th.</div><div style="text-align: center;">right now...we are living in north salt lake, utah.</div><div style="text-align: center;">as you can see there is some serious confusion in these two scenarios. </div><div style="text-align: center;">it's a long and complicating story, but the gist of it is:</div><div style="text-align: center;">we will be in utah until february 6th! yay!</div><div style="text-align: center;">this gives us a lot more time to see family and friends, as well as a moment to <br />breathe and enjoy being together as newlyweds.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i know i've said it before, but being married really is <br />everything i ever wanted it to be and more.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i'd be lying if i didn't say it is different trying to incorporate two lives into one. </div><div style="text-align: center;">not hard. </div><div style="text-align: center;">just different.</div><div style="text-align: center;">but there is nothing more worth it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i love being able to snuggle up to my cute boy every night,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and waking up to this face every morning...</div><br /><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJojR0rUhHapkTGfVbowoE08-HWFOSNYd59QDYDDz4jT19bg6knc-3-zAJ4dBZfCOQUvonQeYdCJdeWqns-4_94C90IXVRK26TrquA2VI7aokKDVUv0yncn4qdupWp06rNa7h6Nxhqn89S/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJojR0rUhHapkTGfVbowoE08-HWFOSNYd59QDYDDz4jT19bg6knc-3-zAJ4dBZfCOQUvonQeYdCJdeWqns-4_94C90IXVRK26TrquA2VI7aokKDVUv0yncn4qdupWp06rNa7h6Nxhqn89S/s320/blog.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">delightful isn't it?</div><div style="text-align: center;">he takes such good care of me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i fall more and more in love with him every day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i can't believe that i am actually living this life!</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-10339390135527701292011-01-03T22:24:00.000-08:002011-01-15T00:19:48.081-08:00do you believe in magic?i sure do now!<br />
<br />
to me, magic is waiting your entire life for your wedding day <br />
and having it go perfectly.<br />
magic is being able to spend time with more family and friends <br />
than imaginable and relishing every moment of it.<br />
and lastly, magic is leaving the party that was thrown just for <br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">you and your honey</span> and being ten times more in <em><span style="font-size: large;">LOVE</span></em> than <br />
when the day began.<br />
<br />
everything was so wonderful all day long. <br />
i've heard so many times that it can be a stressful day and we may <br />
not even have time to think of <span style="font-size: large;">each other</span>, <br />
but it wasn't like that at all!<br />
i owe it all to my handsomely incredible husband.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">{husband}</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> that is so fun to say!!</span><br />
<br />
i have an overwhelmingly extreme feeling of love.<br />
it feels like i am going to burst at the seams any minute now.<br />
this boy that i have been in love with for months is <br />
finally mine forever!!<br />
<br />
<em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">be</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">ing married is everything i could ever want and more</span></em><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span><br />
and our wedding day will most definitely go down in history as <br />
the most <span style="font-size: large;"><strong>magical</strong></span> day of my life!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYAjLLO8HYhHHpBcnQ6Vm_baJkO4Z7OCFUggpH9MLuAi17F7pDwVnc-OyeCZZT-2io7ZUFla3VmYQwDykYJrd8lKld2Vgyh0aKEwYOKnblnbiAqK7lTUKq63ZDWn1J-HZTcTc71v_Ojg4N/s1600/wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYAjLLO8HYhHHpBcnQ6Vm_baJkO4Z7OCFUggpH9MLuAi17F7pDwVnc-OyeCZZT-2io7ZUFla3VmYQwDykYJrd8lKld2Vgyh0aKEwYOKnblnbiAqK7lTUKq63ZDWn1J-HZTcTc71v_Ojg4N/s320/wedding.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">{more pictures to follow shortly}</span><br />
<br />
-the wife</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-81505680927824126262010-12-18T14:17:00.000-08:002011-01-13T10:39:06.481-08:00today is the day!<div style="text-align: left;">i love to see the temple, i'm going there <span style="font-size: x-large;">today</span>....</div><div style="text-align: left;">i have always wondered how i will feel on the day that i go through the</div><div style="text-align: left;">temple for the very first time.</div><div style="text-align: left;">let me tell you...it is exhilirating! </div><div style="text-align: left;">i feel all nervous inside because i've never done it before. </div><div style="text-align: left;">but at the same time i am more than ecstatic to be closer to my </div><div style="text-align: left;">Father in Heaven than i have been since i can remember.</div><div style="text-align: left;">i am very grateful for my friends and family that have </div><div style="text-align: left;">sacrificed their time to be with me. </div><div style="text-align: left;">i can't think of a better way to spend this happy occasion </div><div style="text-align: left;">than with the people i love!</div><div style="text-align: left;">the church is true and i am <span style="font-size: x-large;">so</span> happy to be a part of it!! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHlprBSPLqZpC3VhZWRAjMu5P1ji7ZIjxFM8YUlENRm7Pq3-y_xseSKNWF4MVrM736BZrxKAdZj_7k5Lnmtox2ER3PYOjVTTQZc7cZFgxQlJzA1XdH1OQ6cugBbNUaEJAHRe4w8imXW78/s1600/logan-mormon-temple42-thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHlprBSPLqZpC3VhZWRAjMu5P1ji7ZIjxFM8YUlENRm7Pq3-y_xseSKNWF4MVrM736BZrxKAdZj_7k5Lnmtox2ER3PYOjVTTQZc7cZFgxQlJzA1XdH1OQ6cugBbNUaEJAHRe4w8imXW78/s1600/logan-mormon-temple42-thumb.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-29630279761847957432010-12-14T23:22:00.000-08:002011-01-13T10:39:06.482-08:00annoyed.<span style="font-size: small;">abraded. <span style="font-size: large;">afflicted.</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">aggravated.</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">agitated.</span> angry. <span style="font-size: x-small;">antagonized. </span><span style="font-size: large;">bothered.</span> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">browned off.</span> bugged. <span style="font-size: x-large;">button pushed.</span> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">chafed.</span> <span style="font-size: small;">displeased.</span> <span style="font-size: large;">disturbed.</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">embittered.</span> enraged. <span style="font-size: x-large;">exasperated.</span> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">frustrated.</span> <span style="font-size: large;">graveled.</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">harried.</span> heated up. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">huffy.</span> <span style="font-size: large;"> galled.</span> infuriated. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> irked.</span> maddened. <span style="font-size: x-large;">miffed.</span> <span style="font-size: large;">narked.</span> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">nettled.</span> peeved. <span style="font-size: large;"> perplexed.</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">perturbed.</span> piqued. <span style="font-size: x-large;">pissed.</span> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">plagued.</span> put out. <span style="font-size: x-small;">resentful.</span> <span style="font-size: large;">riled.</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">rubbed the wrong way.</span> ruffled. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">soured.</span> <span style="font-size: large;">steamed.</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">ticked off.</span> tormented. <span style="font-size: x-large;">troubled.</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">upset.</span> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">vexed.</span> wound up. </span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-7686862449360702732010-12-07T17:45:00.000-08:002011-01-13T10:39:06.485-08:00ode to josèlet's go back to May 15, 2010.<br />there i am.<br />little 19 year old me getting ready to move out into the big world in a couple months.<br />what is a number 1 necessity for living on your own? a car.<br /><br />i'm pretty sure i looked for at least 8 months prior to this for the <span style="font-size: x-large;">perfect</span> <span style="font-size: small;">car. </span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">one that wasn't too ugly, but still affordable.</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">i got a call from my pops that day and he said <span style="font-size: x-large;">he found one!</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">i called my bestie katlin and we went and test drove it.</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">sure, it had 168,000 miles on it. </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">sure, the paint was peeling on the hood.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">sure, you couldn't unlock the driver's side door from the outside.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">sure, the cd player would skip <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">all</span> </span>the time.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">and sure, it was squealy when it was cold outside.</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">but i didn't care.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">it was a good little car.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">the next day i wadded up what little money i had and bought</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>my very first car...</i> </span></span><b>josè.</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">fast forward 8 months {yesterday}</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">i sold josè...sniff sniff.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">thank you little buddy for the memories.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">thank you for getting me to ephraim and logan safely.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">and thank you for not freaking out when i popped your tire.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">you will always hold a special place in my heart.</span></span></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjca47wqIN3j2a5BD0XRqiTsttRCfLNZ1_nV8boeJ3l9X-FpH3vViwMS0DOzfNOi-_EgLOdY0jPCwbCfAmwq3ehiV8mtcPFTARqxpZvuGxuvN0ccPyCie1mWP_bK75qCQ0cl6J1xuRT9Bh5/s1600/P4090894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjca47wqIN3j2a5BD0XRqiTsttRCfLNZ1_nV8boeJ3l9X-FpH3vViwMS0DOzfNOi-_EgLOdY0jPCwbCfAmwq3ehiV8mtcPFTARqxpZvuGxuvN0ccPyCie1mWP_bK75qCQ0cl6J1xuRT9Bh5/s320/P4090894.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-46343243697566547202010-11-16T11:47:00.000-08:002011-01-13T10:39:06.492-08:00it's that time of year...<div style="text-align: center;">no, your eyes are not deceiving you. </div><div style="text-align: center;">we haven't even had thanksgiving yet, but my blog is now decorated for </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">christmas!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">this is my most favoritest holiday that there has ever been.</div><div style="text-align: center;">there is something about it that is different from everyday life.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i don't mean just christmas day either. i mean <span style="font-size: x-large;">all </span>of december.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i love the music that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i love how everyone is happy and cheery.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i love the christmas movies that come around once a year. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">{ok maybe i don't always save those for just christmas time. elf is a year-round fav}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">i love having an excuse to make hot chocolate and cuddle up in my pajamas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i love all of the christmas decorations, especially the lit up houses.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i love eating candy canes. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">{they're like christmas in your mouth} </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">i love decorating our christmas tree.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">i love the gift exchanges.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">i love the thoughtful kind hearts of others that seems to be more openly shown around this time.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">i love the focus that we are able to have on our Savior, Jesus Christ.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">i love the all around good feeling that accompanies this joyous month. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">along with the things listed above, this christmas just got even better, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">believe it or not.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">the reason being that just three days afterwards, <span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">i'm getting married!!!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">oh what a blessed fantabulous day!</span> </span></span></span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-40957896693744159352010-11-10T14:49:00.000-08:002011-01-13T10:39:06.496-08:00my better half.<div style="text-align: center;">i feel utterly overwhelmed and completely blessed right now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">life seems to be one fiery ball of opposition/challenge, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">but nothing makes me feel like i can get through it more,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">than when i am wrapped in the </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">loving arms of this boy...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5nLZBz72qtlHVZGlIWldR2HdGrU0ir_kI2no0NHlPwEtyKoXnQWkV1alADigdgV6fgTAuD4IQhRwshL-FWyKCBB0x50ixrJJawLnaaMFvjwpYzrLi7jAVRxkR0tkbQMeufd0xjFp8LiMQ/s1600/parade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5nLZBz72qtlHVZGlIWldR2HdGrU0ir_kI2no0NHlPwEtyKoXnQWkV1alADigdgV6fgTAuD4IQhRwshL-FWyKCBB0x50ixrJJawLnaaMFvjwpYzrLi7jAVRxkR0tkbQMeufd0xjFp8LiMQ/s400/parade.jpg" width="218" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">maybe i am a little biased, but i think we have something unique. </div><div style="text-align: center;">something i only imagined possible for the few "lucky" people in this world. </div><div style="text-align: center;">something i have hoped my whole life for, but never thought i'd get.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tim mcgraw sums up this "something" pretty well...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">you're more than a lover</div><div style="text-align: center;">there could never be another</div><div style="text-align: center;">to make me feel the way you do.</div><div style="text-align: center;">oh we just get closer</div><div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">i fall in love all over</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: small;">every time I look at you</span></b>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i don't know where I'd be</div><div style="text-align: center;">without you here with me,</div><div style="text-align: center;">life with you makes perfect sense</div><div style="text-align: center;">you're my <span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;">best friend</span>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">yes, i have a best friend to keep <span style="font-size: x-large;">forever</span>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">a best friend that i love with my whole heart and can be loved by in return.<br />a best friend that makes me feel complete when we're together. <br />a best friend that knows me so well, a second thought isn't needed</div><div style="text-align: center;">in knowing how to heal my pain.</div><div style="text-align: center;">why i was given such a blessing of a boy, i don't know.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>but i couldn't be more grateful.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-14980421494696889262010-11-01T17:35:00.000-07:002011-01-13T10:39:06.499-08:00i believe...<div style="text-align: center;">... taking a bubble bath while reading your favorite book is<br />by far the best way to relax.<br /><br />...in celebrating holidays to their fullest. they only come around once a year,</div><div style="text-align: center;">so you had better enjoy it for as long<br />as you can. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">{this means that it's ok to listen to christmas music in october}</span><br /><br />...in saying “goodbye,” “hello,” and “i love you” no matter how </div><div style="text-align: center;">angry or frustrated I am.<br /><br />…it’s totally okay to be afraid of the dark when you’re a “grown up.”</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />...this has to be the cutest watch <span style="font-size: x-large;">ever</span>! it will most definitely be</div><div style="text-align: center;">going on my christmas wish list.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhro7MilRyIaYOk9im5dLq2F9VUG6PUwhy1Hbtgdo6xtzMl0F2chyOzvy8-AaVuRfmiEWmzDCOj_tIRvX9Rjus4URLlDTe1B1lkRZVMFoZDsXSF70Oan6BEu7SpmP0I7GJpxHARbOdYWIVz/s1600/watch+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhro7MilRyIaYOk9im5dLq2F9VUG6PUwhy1Hbtgdo6xtzMl0F2chyOzvy8-AaVuRfmiEWmzDCOj_tIRvX9Rjus4URLlDTe1B1lkRZVMFoZDsXSF70Oan6BEu7SpmP0I7GJpxHARbOdYWIVz/s200/watch+2.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />...smiling at a stranger does more good than harm. you never know<br />how much a sincere smile can do for someone.<br /><br />...a best friend is someone that you can do anything or nothing<br />with and still have the time of your life.<br /><br />...i am going to marry the <span style="font-size: x-large;">most</span> handsome/sincere/romantic/kind/greatest boy in the universe.<br /><br />...in laughing out loud when everything in life seems to be going wrong.<br /><br />...running is one of the hardest, most rewarding things that i attempt to do. i hate it and crave it at the very same time.<br /><br />...unicorns are real, but they all happen to own <span style="font-size: x-large;">invisibility cloaks.</span><br /><br />...that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />...duct tape and super glue can fix anything. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">...that sometimes when i'm angry, i have the right to be angry. </div><div style="text-align: center;">but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />...someday i will be the instant winner on the bottom of a soda lid.<br /><br />...that <span style="font-size: x-large;">kisses</span> are wonderful.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">...everyone has a story that can make you cry.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />what do <span style="font-size: x-large;">you</span> believe in?<br /><br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-55268727031532134892010-10-29T12:48:00.000-07:002011-01-13T10:39:06.505-08:00ingredients to the perfect date.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">turn on one playlist of love songs by michael buble.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghgztlnaMhqiREMUTsmCpx6cEPd81si2NTzBHlXtGDwTX-0Ey5ZEQOo0g3VMsHGWqurkqanqQhgzYU0VPwp2Zm_WDK5SsdwVu8KiqDRdlcZI0N6Wh2QUvjOLTm-ZRmAL8OatoSzeTUFkBE/s1600/P2290852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghgztlnaMhqiREMUTsmCpx6cEPd81si2NTzBHlXtGDwTX-0Ey5ZEQOo0g3VMsHGWqurkqanqQhgzYU0VPwp2Zm_WDK5SsdwVu8KiqDRdlcZI0N6Wh2QUvjOLTm-ZRmAL8OatoSzeTUFkBE/s320/P2290852.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">add a romantic homemade dinner including champagne glasses and bubbly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm6G0gh-1GKdpIDknfaK62A0yO5H72tSrz9lcgraygIC9G4d5jhg9amdxGF8aGJZR-ZlPOg7F7cl1Oa2Gf_C-OShVdQ7Reol4oyhqxsApRaeb2GzA473eO3GcKa2Z2we3nfa1NcgW9KIMK/s1600/P2290854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm6G0gh-1GKdpIDknfaK62A0yO5H72tSrz9lcgraygIC9G4d5jhg9amdxGF8aGJZR-ZlPOg7F7cl1Oa2Gf_C-OShVdQ7Reol4oyhqxsApRaeb2GzA473eO3GcKa2Z2we3nfa1NcgW9KIMK/s320/P2290854.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">stir in a smokin' <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">hott</span> fiancé.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif3vW0eMJCN7FESyKn3mtATh4JEJblbjXWU4tzo-iIK-M9n4dPFzIkxjujWd9V-cY8jfDDmt-RwYIw13pgFmyoCAYXCa5FbVSO7a3ndW_TA2_Smp1z8xinj3R9FW6GA5QSeZD2g67uWPCD/s1600/P2290864.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif3vW0eMJCN7FESyKn3mtATh4JEJblbjXWU4tzo-iIK-M9n4dPFzIkxjujWd9V-cY8jfDDmt-RwYIw13pgFmyoCAYXCa5FbVSO7a3ndW_TA2_Smp1z8xinj3R9FW6GA5QSeZD2g67uWPCD/s320/P2290864.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">and you will get one very in love couple.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigRpksOqMX4I8cBBtN5ethDZjrI4yQXDPLeilP2zMmFQZ8MJutog-BkunHkRCXERPDyFtdy07ZhdeDDIwUnxqUM_7zx_VjyYGZjXZAEkE3eeFWUE2nDZH03PWyqWtNGWcQW7DWC6GVBHo6/s1600/P2290866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigRpksOqMX4I8cBBtN5ethDZjrI4yQXDPLeilP2zMmFQZ8MJutog-BkunHkRCXERPDyFtdy07ZhdeDDIwUnxqUM_7zx_VjyYGZjXZAEkE3eeFWUE2nDZH03PWyqWtNGWcQW7DWC6GVBHo6/s320/P2290866.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-61978220785232427872010-10-24T15:18:00.000-07:002011-01-13T10:39:06.507-08:00sonic.<div style="text-align: center;">here are the rules...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">1. open your photo folder.</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. scroll down to the 10th picture in your file. </div><div style="text-align: center;">3. post that picture and tell your story behind it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i stole this game from <a href="http://www.steinfeldtstories.blogspot.com/" style="color: #bf9000;">this</a> cute lady<a href="http://steinfeldtstories.blogspot.com/" style="color: #bf9000;"> </a>and thought that i'd give it a try. </div><div style="text-align: center;">seeing that zachary is so kind as to let me use his laptop since i sold mine, </div><div style="text-align: center;">i don't have a whole lot of pictures. </div><div style="text-align: center;">after counting out ten pictures that were actually mine, this is the </div><div style="text-align: center;">one that i landed on:</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjRXvQKd_gYhIZhFoJPlA4xna4itmcC4tAGnUFi-4pWn8t-pbn8GU0qt3dtZMdBvdVGQ15jhMs6fHO5F7cVdYBlpLTac0uudZdQK1CQe2JSrS62nmvOHc2l8hiAUvvwJYPmk3ykkr3jvVe/s1600/sonic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjRXvQKd_gYhIZhFoJPlA4xna4itmcC4tAGnUFi-4pWn8t-pbn8GU0qt3dtZMdBvdVGQ15jhMs6fHO5F7cVdYBlpLTac0uudZdQK1CQe2JSrS62nmvOHc2l8hiAUvvwJYPmk3ykkr3jvVe/s400/sonic.jpg" width="300" /><span style="background-color: black;"></span></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">meet sonic. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">last year, my friend <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#%21/profile.php?id=512165761" style="color: #bf9000;">vince</a> and i were just doin' our own thing </div><div style="text-align: center;">one day <span style="font-size: xx-small;">{probably saving the world from zombies or<span style="color: white;"></span> something}</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;">until his dad brought cute little sonic home to us! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">yes, that is right. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">we became the new proud parents of a <span style="font-size: large;">raccoon</span>. </div><div style="text-align: center;">we fell in love instantly. </div><div style="text-align: center;">we spent the first night washing him up because he was </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strike>pretty</strike> <strike>gross</strike><span style="font-size: x-large;"> competely dis-gus-ting</span>. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i swear he had whole bushes matted into his fur. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">he couldn't have been more than a couple weeks old, so we had to buy kitten milk </div><div style="text-align: center;">and feed him from a bottle. </div><div style="text-align: center;">this may sound fun, but let me tell you...it wasn't. </div><div style="text-align: center;">he would eat for a minute and then just stop completely. </div><div style="text-align: center;">then he would whine and cry because he wanted some more, but he wouldn't do anything about it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">not only that, but he would literally spit up like a baby and get </div><div style="text-align: center;">nasty smelling milk <span style="font-size: large;">all over you</span>. </div><div style="text-align: center;">we learned quick, not to wear clothes that we liked around him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">it was way fun to see him change after a few weeks. </div><div style="text-align: center;">those first couple days were rough. </div><div style="text-align: center;">he <span style="font-size: large;">always </span>needed attention, whether it was feeding him or needing a warm body </div><div style="text-align: center;">to sleep with. it seriously felt like having a brand new baby. </div><div style="text-align: center;">pretty soon though, he started getting old enough to do things on his own. </div><div style="text-align: center;">vince taught him to hold on to your body while you </div><div style="text-align: center;">walked around, like a little backpack. </div><div style="text-align: center;">he would follow us around the living room and when we would stop </div><div style="text-align: center;">he would keep going and bump into our legs. so cute! </div><div style="text-align: center;">and ya know on pocahontas when meeko has an obsession with shiny things? </div><div style="text-align: center;"> well that was sonic to a <b><span style="font-size: large;">t</span></b>. </div><div style="text-align: center;">you would hold something in front of him and he would reach out </div><div style="text-align: center;">with his little paws and try to grab it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">he was adorable.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">boy, do i miss that cute little guy.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6wn23w9jk0jNE_4ajGcUq1v89mwGVbKi1iID4_5OHuUzD1djfDTCs0wJa2FPNFJDGm3DMolqqFM7YwY0C9_GbVm5Pm3OELemS18jjJeKvrwyf78gzxdqUEmtmZmOV8MXybkyQLvHbSzlF/s1600/0529091747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6wn23w9jk0jNE_4ajGcUq1v89mwGVbKi1iID4_5OHuUzD1djfDTCs0wJa2FPNFJDGm3DMolqqFM7YwY0C9_GbVm5Pm3OELemS18jjJeKvrwyf78gzxdqUEmtmZmOV8MXybkyQLvHbSzlF/s320/0529091747.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-47907415246265923202010-10-13T14:10:00.000-07:002011-01-13T10:39:06.509-08:00sweet addiction<div style="text-align: center;">i have been searching high and low for the cure to homesickness or at least<br />to the intense/passionate dislike that i feel towards usu <span style="font-size:78%;">{no, i did not say hate}</span><br />but i still have yet to find it.<br />last night though, <a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" href="http://kaitlynmarie2.blogspot.com">kaitlyn</a> and i had an incredible breakthrough and<br />may have found a temporary remedy.<br /><br />background info: when i was little, every sunday my dad<br />would give us a "reverence award".<br />if we were good/quiet in church, we were rewarded with a treat after dinner.<br />more often than not, this reward was his famous <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">caramel popcorn</span></span>.<br />we <span style="font-size:180%;">loved </span>it as kids.<br />we would do just about <span style="font-size:180%;">anything</span> for it.<br />when we weren't behaved enough to be able<br />to have it <span style="font-size:78%;">{which rarely ever happened because i was an angel child}</span><br />i remember crying my eyes out.<br />let me tell you, it is probably the yummiest thing ever introduced<br />to mankind.<br /><br />now that i am all grown up, i have rediscovered its succulent taste<br />with my bf katymay.<br />boy oh boy are we hooked!<br />i introduced it to her in february and it has seriously become our new addiction.<br />i remember making it after dinner one night and we ate <span style="font-size:180%;">a lot</span>.<br />then we woke up the next morning, popped in a chick flick,<br />and ate the rest of it for breakfast.<br />you think that is gross...but it doesn't stop here.<br />we love it so much that we made an entirely new batch and ate it<br />the rest of the day.<br />i am convinced that caramel popcorn is the sole<br />reason why the only difference i see on the scale is an increase.<br />it's a secret recipe, so all i can say is that it has<br />lots and <span style="font-size:180%;">lots</span> of butter and even more sugar. <span style="font-size:180%;">m<span style="font-size:100%;">m</span>m!</span><br /><br />anyway, last night we were both in one of <span style="font-style: italic;">those</span> moods<br />and thought that a little caramel popcorn could give us<br />some cheering up.<br />so for the first time while living here in logan, we decided to make it...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-MqlNc5IYjzC2JHFyMWVYybalQ45G5ADdDTrUk_oC1kj9CszcVoKksjhhcqlKT8GjlTl44dzO2NS0dnJGo-U6fmfff-JPKlQ52TgQq0T2Q68WaPSY4wMe8n4R3W32hZJRV7lvVKXslmq1/s1600/P2180821.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-MqlNc5IYjzC2JHFyMWVYybalQ45G5ADdDTrUk_oC1kj9CszcVoKksjhhcqlKT8GjlTl44dzO2NS0dnJGo-U6fmfff-JPKlQ52TgQq0T2Q68WaPSY4wMe8n4R3W32hZJRV7lvVKXslmq1/s400/P2180821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527651406010570050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">{doesn't it look incredible??}<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span>and <span style="font-size:78%;">{as lame as it sounds}</span> it has actually brought some serious comfort!<br />it's like taking a little piece of home with me.<br />i love these little reminders of home and most of all, reminders of my papa.<br />he is one of a kind and i am grateful for<br />everything that he teaches me.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">{for those of you that need a little bit of sugar therapy yourself,<br />i might just make an exception and share this awesomely amazingly fabuloso recipe with you.<br />i'm sure you will love it just as much as kaitlyn and i do!</span>}<br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-50952658595704700052010-10-10T19:40:00.000-07:002011-01-13T10:39:06.512-08:00HACKED.this is kaitlyn.<br />hacking sarah's account.<br /><br />i'm basically just here to tell the world how much i LOVE this girl!<br />she is the apple to my eye.... a vital part to my existence.<br /><br />i don't know how i would have survived middle or high school or college OR life without this girl.<br /><br />now she is gettin' hitched and people... i couldn't be happier for her.<br />we will be cousins. she will be at family reunions, christmas parties, and all averett get togethers.<br />she will be an averett.<br /><br />life will be complete.<br />that is all for now. until next time that sarah stays logged on :)Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-5695163341227120712010-10-06T14:01:00.000-07:002011-01-13T10:39:06.519-08:009 things i am grateful for today.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUdEWVw90zUC90bUQ-4FtJUeWBfundxUl2opTkiy77_EAsc3F7Uaaa62iwcG-jiuUzeoOoj2v23SeBrhU-Z11VZNB7fCA8S_EuUeyLAStu_TX42aONs6ysJID20qUa9h1ZXQgkJ4vL6KiK/s1600/rja.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUdEWVw90zUC90bUQ-4FtJUeWBfundxUl2opTkiy77_EAsc3F7Uaaa62iwcG-jiuUzeoOoj2v23SeBrhU-Z11VZNB7fCA8S_EuUeyLAStu_TX42aONs6ysJID20qUa9h1ZXQgkJ4vL6KiK/s200/rja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525556233275514818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhlcQlD0pgp8VhhraiEo0IH-P6OOu5gHrO5XkkRyCulW6Qk1iL4Gi9O4gWJLyrlB9gtt6P4KXjEH1P6sDOwI42WaWQX5XzuRFOHWJsGxC6xgPfTZZe0rIyJijRNLSwHxUUuvCcVp9F9nP/s1600/DSC_0090.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhlcQlD0pgp8VhhraiEo0IH-P6OOu5gHrO5XkkRyCulW6Qk1iL4Gi9O4gWJLyrlB9gtt6P4KXjEH1P6sDOwI42WaWQX5XzuRFOHWJsGxC6xgPfTZZe0rIyJijRNLSwHxUUuvCcVp9F9nP/s200/DSC_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525046051147030530" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />i am grateful for best friends.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{especially when they make me laugh...which<br />happens a lot.}</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_EhUtSbcpQiUrxiMSoDPm0wtx1x57UeJvuRU9fJdfcuFN4Z5cF8DNEjzxwGj7OJelH10QmPzJwBX0TAb63rJvqbsOgjFyQ0-bC2BiXmw6KZaVk6WrPO_d67WKWMoZDo4Gcc4AXc1eAIZ2/s1600/sarah.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_EhUtSbcpQiUrxiMSoDPm0wtx1x57UeJvuRU9fJdfcuFN4Z5cF8DNEjzxwGj7OJelH10QmPzJwBX0TAb63rJvqbsOgjFyQ0-bC2BiXmw6KZaVk6WrPO_d67WKWMoZDo4Gcc4AXc1eAIZ2/s320/sarah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525046614818876450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9B-_nn7HvMvflh8JYqxyQKcbUc4rnYV_oGVntJKH_Zl61lXJfU6MRNQhKN3vwpQBOqRf4DfUxuAHUCwNeDXLnZULo6xlfaSODVgKp2xpSdIm4yarhyphenhyphenu4LKHWmqvNJTeNGC0ImMtYYozuV/s1600/sarah+2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9B-_nn7HvMvflh8JYqxyQKcbUc4rnYV_oGVntJKH_Zl61lXJfU6MRNQhKN3vwpQBOqRf4DfUxuAHUCwNeDXLnZULo6xlfaSODVgKp2xpSdIm4yarhyphenhyphenu4LKHWmqvNJTeNGC0ImMtYYozuV/s200/sarah+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525047186183085250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">i am grateful for chick flicks.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">{my two favs.}</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGjHf-SgqAdlXK9p29AQkMyTc5pu_3SBtQUmVQUC41yjo3oIm669P_ft6jwpGk0NlaXx2vRcPmer_GInNXgexMrUo4C1RTgOEfd_sES9G8ruG2oEso-A9h_92K97TEdYN9zKEVr0S5G7f/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGjHf-SgqAdlXK9p29AQkMyTc5pu_3SBtQUmVQUC41yjo3oIm669P_ft6jwpGk0NlaXx2vRcPmer_GInNXgexMrUo4C1RTgOEfd_sES9G8ruG2oEso-A9h_92K97TEdYN9zKEVr0S5G7f/s200/DSC_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525049432326557746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL9VLnJkatS5tTooHSvFlzVlukcO8g5zbZpFrQY_mw2rTqjfrdzhcfiuGrUpTa_4IZKA8XieucRLSSedQx5CFei5c92D4GITQ96HEpMegMPHMKs3Ak4WW5DGlEb1EuCvPM07ZmetUnrbD0/s1600/n1013217241_30028466_1339.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL9VLnJkatS5tTooHSvFlzVlukcO8g5zbZpFrQY_mw2rTqjfrdzhcfiuGrUpTa_4IZKA8XieucRLSSedQx5CFei5c92D4GITQ96HEpMegMPHMKs3Ak4WW5DGlEb1EuCvPM07ZmetUnrbD0/s200/n1013217241_30028466_1339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525048787484371906" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i am grateful for the invention of soccer.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{4 years ago today, we won our 1st championship! happy anniversary templars.}</span><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6HFQhUnJcqhxoMBPXp5P6HNhXTvH8F_gPrPqjO2mOBNyt8eJKnyjRSRdvP8PUUx4-Tr16vcuo4bw6xC_lCbqtoASlzWQQKh8LlEenVGPxzSUK82ZfSaMYoWcQSAfRht043uoP9VprnMt2/s1600/DSC_0281.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6HFQhUnJcqhxoMBPXp5P6HNhXTvH8F_gPrPqjO2mOBNyt8eJKnyjRSRdvP8PUUx4-Tr16vcuo4bw6xC_lCbqtoASlzWQQKh8LlEenVGPxzSUK82ZfSaMYoWcQSAfRht043uoP9VprnMt2/s200/DSC_0281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525050740900779218" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXIVvBM2K9oXGMHXcNTf9ul5iJtAsXaf56qPh0OwCM8f2d1Yi-PkFh5OM4WfyR50dVd6G7uhiF-yAhqd16uXyYG1sKg-d-K8p9C2cNKjdUnYuKe2a_5TKh-Vif-5Ct6jeMSIt7lIL5CI0Y/s1600/sarah+3.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXIVvBM2K9oXGMHXcNTf9ul5iJtAsXaf56qPh0OwCM8f2d1Yi-PkFh5OM4WfyR50dVd6G7uhiF-yAhqd16uXyYG1sKg-d-K8p9C2cNKjdUnYuKe2a_5TKh-Vif-5Ct6jeMSIt7lIL5CI0Y/s200/sarah+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525052453645670338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">i am grateful for a loving and<br />patient<br />almost-husband.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">{gosh he's adorable, isn't he?}</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMLKRHG3dMFEP4gVkqUOVpaN1WJXpBghxQmF54AHXzHWimo9wh8QGvZZVcOzc3cbOG6uDppjqsJiDLv1Es_53QESvOp-HQsX4WtYa41wWsdAqE7N7mfemeGs9aTuEvi5QrJJ0GVeZp1fwW/s1600/fall+2.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMLKRHG3dMFEP4gVkqUOVpaN1WJXpBghxQmF54AHXzHWimo9wh8QGvZZVcOzc3cbOG6uDppjqsJiDLv1Es_53QESvOp-HQsX4WtYa41wWsdAqE7N7mfemeGs9aTuEvi5QrJJ0GVeZp1fwW/s200/fall+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525549092934834722" border="0" /></a>i am grateful for autumn.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{confession: i <span style="font-size:100%;">will</span> go out of my way to step on a crunchy leaf.}</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_2c61rZ0_UTStR8fF06wXGmilNzF5Rp2srg-kljopQEeLlSR3s6rFTvGM-ECTSuanT2aD3tXoIbcPh2366DBWJp-Hw_2bzlQAOfRYcgJKMQ8w3ZVo4Wf0V8iaV_oKPDQsBwr55NR9SLt/s1600/fall.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_2c61rZ0_UTStR8fF06wXGmilNzF5Rp2srg-kljopQEeLlSR3s6rFTvGM-ECTSuanT2aD3tXoIbcPh2366DBWJp-Hw_2bzlQAOfRYcgJKMQ8w3ZVo4Wf0V8iaV_oKPDQsBwr55NR9SLt/s200/fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525549323577728562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhNhTZs58q3W2-ikU62daYJnl5B7VXu9U6hB9AnyeNLhiHByn0QB4EgnwLSkCHXgEl1ERJ1JzgNA6b_W1cdxyeBd_6xqZZQFuhKT39cukISMf5g0TemVjVt8UjO7n2Bz31yXIVSlPKyyYP/s1600/usu+2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhNhTZs58q3W2-ikU62daYJnl5B7VXu9U6hB9AnyeNLhiHByn0QB4EgnwLSkCHXgEl1ERJ1JzgNA6b_W1cdxyeBd_6xqZZQFuhKT39cukISMf5g0TemVjVt8UjO7n2Bz31yXIVSlPKyyYP/s200/usu+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525558609630282498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcu8NV9U2wEGwSKlSK8M7QsuiM4yBvguzrhGe6GIOQ7S9J9e2ZzPORUf_5iLiq7I8qYvihgwelQvHyVuijD1Q6auP-GMd2rUn8M4CZk2ZCh1_Cghy48nyKGY1-JqmT2KyOvZ16zpjTN04L/s1600/usu.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 99px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcu8NV9U2wEGwSKlSK8M7QsuiM4yBvguzrhGe6GIOQ7S9J9e2ZzPORUf_5iLiq7I8qYvihgwelQvHyVuijD1Q6auP-GMd2rUn8M4CZk2ZCh1_Cghy48nyKGY1-JqmT2KyOvZ16zpjTN04L/s200/usu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525554464553111634" border="0" /></a>i am grateful for school.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{ouch. that hurt to say.}</span><br /></div></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhULgTjSDxlc-V3kyAzOQG_7kXRu-j3Bdjk_Tm2OoDIoH228s-WAoaw_EhbBFrLzjgro4RxongK7aBinRKlYWsGMcwKRe9KW6CwzQMr7kbscyh7qTB3NDm0pfYDiuAJKJ_ZbnQrd0sUDDU7/s1600/duckies.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhULgTjSDxlc-V3kyAzOQG_7kXRu-j3Bdjk_Tm2OoDIoH228s-WAoaw_EhbBFrLzjgro4RxongK7aBinRKlYWsGMcwKRe9KW6CwzQMr7kbscyh7qTB3NDm0pfYDiuAJKJ_ZbnQrd0sUDDU7/s200/duckies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525545715201496290" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLaQgYngcamn0tPMtJRI9upcvxzNu-FmBCeCiVEvBrjwtqhQbGJ6s7rdoxPfi3f0wi8NiIgd0Q9uqintOq37eq4qJXh9Ve2nRWTcqZAW2SVK9S58jc2jNz-VH0QIBqq00eo5RfulPxK2Vg/s1600/bubble+bath.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLaQgYngcamn0tPMtJRI9upcvxzNu-FmBCeCiVEvBrjwtqhQbGJ6s7rdoxPfi3f0wi8NiIgd0Q9uqintOq37eq4qJXh9Ve2nRWTcqZAW2SVK9S58jc2jNz-VH0QIBqq00eo5RfulPxK2Vg/s200/bubble+bath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525545601403762290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">i am grateful for bubble baths.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /><br />{"ducky ducky....come here ya dumb duck." name that movie!}<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7t0tHPK5LfYXjnscwfGwYjtli5qCi98Xv5VSWkkQX83N6Z5nq6INcNRnWyiEbErNy80sW7c0TXK7y02-xXFv3-dWV9XugRfd6nuQB-bZkHTJKH0hY-X0N5fyF7tHLdyyGoWlINEJyHks/s1600/family+2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7t0tHPK5LfYXjnscwfGwYjtli5qCi98Xv5VSWkkQX83N6Z5nq6INcNRnWyiEbErNy80sW7c0TXK7y02-xXFv3-dWV9XugRfd6nuQB-bZkHTJKH0hY-X0N5fyF7tHLdyyGoWlINEJyHks/s200/family+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525550298664648354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgprrIY0DZrePfkzzfpjNY-_tpkXt-G7-Zawq3Oe2lzzuGOy-M9bT0x3U8syFnL3adT09E1apPaUYTuRQcBH2vvgMpK9b0XvT9hbZbgFBNMyh5JdYlgm_xL5VZedt3_ZWFzw5M7vXoIQHfg/s1600/family.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgprrIY0DZrePfkzzfpjNY-_tpkXt-G7-Zawq3Oe2lzzuGOy-M9bT0x3U8syFnL3adT09E1apPaUYTuRQcBH2vvgMpK9b0XvT9hbZbgFBNMyh5JdYlgm_xL5VZedt3_ZWFzw5M7vXoIQHfg/s200/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525550227942028690" border="0" /></a><br />i am grateful for my family.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{<span style="font-size:100%;">love</span> these people!}<br /></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV_h-l79RCatFgf-p_D9aNW6-KBDbKSh9mOorH6Gld9svmKMEDYzm396YQZ5Xqf2BphL9EfAN3pjzOIffANhABHNN7S9WBntE1chHPOBWf3yC8zgR0oUnZK_eByNtwJSyPIXOSn72ny0oT/s1600/cereal.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV_h-l79RCatFgf-p_D9aNW6-KBDbKSh9mOorH6Gld9svmKMEDYzm396YQZ5Xqf2BphL9EfAN3pjzOIffANhABHNN7S9WBntE1chHPOBWf3yC8zgR0oUnZK_eByNtwJSyPIXOSn72ny0oT/s320/cereal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525551106409675106" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOfmsRfA9yD0rLkZwPKX5096qYqlcxUEC2gVBGso8wW4k9dpqskteZaBB-9Bhmi9fHYcN_LaF6hMTstgUoyFJQV65Wc8V-vMFnWodyL2D9wKuw4uwgxyI3ns6vCLunEkXpXRBgV2Tc85u2/s1600/cereal+2.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOfmsRfA9yD0rLkZwPKX5096qYqlcxUEC2gVBGso8wW4k9dpqskteZaBB-9Bhmi9fHYcN_LaF6hMTstgUoyFJQV65Wc8V-vMFnWodyL2D9wKuw4uwgxyI3ns6vCLunEkXpXRBgV2Tc85u2/s200/cereal+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525551204478346450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />i am grateful for cereal.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">{i could eat this --><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">every</span>day.}<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">these were just a few things off the top of my head.<br />i could add to the list for <span style="font-size:180%;">hours</span>.<br />i truly have been blessed and have every reason to be happy.<br />now i am going to end my day by lying on my nice comfy couch, in my nice warm house and watch <a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0319343/">elf</a> <span style="font-size:78%;">{literally the best movie on the planet}</span> on my tv that is<br />run by electricity which i am lucky enough to have. <span style="font-size:78%;">{man, it's great to be alive.}</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">good night!</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-48922927766207023592010-10-04T13:48:00.000-07:002011-01-13T10:39:06.523-08:00girl meets boy.<div style="text-align: center;">once upon a time there was a girl.<br />one day this girl met a <a href="http://www.blogger.com/zacharytaverett.blogspot.com" style="color: #990000;">boy</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">girl had a crush on boy.<br />boy asked girl for her number.<br />*shouts of elation*</div><div style="text-align: center;">boy asked girl on a date.<br />girl said yes.<br />girl and boy talked and laughed and talked for hours.<br />girl liked boy.<br />girl got butterflies just thinking about boy.<br />boy liked girl.<br />boy and girl started dating.</div><div style="text-align: center;">boy and girl could only see each other on the weekends.</div><div style="text-align: center;">every weekend that boy left, girl's insides had turned to moosh.<br />girl was falling in love.</div><div style="text-align: center;">boy and girl talked on the phone every night for 4 months.</div><div style="text-align: center;">girl moved to be closer to boy.<br />girl was in heaven.<br />every day spent with boy was the best day of girl's life.<br />girl was head over heels in love.<br />boy asked girl to marry him.<br />girl said yes.<br />girl wears his ring with pride.<br />girl is the happier than she's been in her whole life.<br />girl falls in love more and more everytime she sees boy.<br />marrying boy is all that girl can think about these days.<br />girl loves boy.<br />boy loves girl.<br />girl can't wait to be with boy forever.<br /><br />the end.</div><br /><m:smallfrac val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin val="0"> <m:rmargin val="0"> <m:defjc val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent val="1440"> <m:intlim val="subSup"> <m:narylim val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent><br /></m:defjc></m:rmargin></m:lmargin></m:dispdef></m:smallfrac><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPdzIGwoIcF9XXBI3mVMAR4BSCyg7uPAIqqc3TPrQq5KrVyz1kHdZSZyPc8B9wLuhzkUfVO-a3mVgg2dIr9PUFgDHOyN07JGcrm7P86VN6xfXoSgyi38FKW0ErCjkQ5ZDSh8oss9mKwJEm/s1600/engagements+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524303847795782658" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPdzIGwoIcF9XXBI3mVMAR4BSCyg7uPAIqqc3TPrQq5KrVyz1kHdZSZyPc8B9wLuhzkUfVO-a3mVgg2dIr9PUFgDHOyN07JGcrm7P86VN6xfXoSgyi38FKW0ErCjkQ5ZDSh8oss9mKwJEm/s320/engagements+2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 78%;">{photo courtesy of <a href="http://arikaanne.blogspot.com/" style="color: #bf9000;">this</a> cute girl}</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-37746840572996914742010-09-20T00:25:00.000-07:002011-01-13T10:39:06.526-08:00things i think about late at night.<div style="text-align: center;">sometimes i have a hard time being motivated to do things.<br />the most recent topic of choice is to go to class.<br />i feel like such a loser.<br /><br />i don't have a job. <span style="font-size:78%;">{super discouraging}</span><br /><br />i tell you what though...if i did have one, there would no longer be<br />a sarah valene scott<br />attending utah state university.<br /><br />it's only 3 weeks into the semester and i'm already<br />burned out as heck!<br />if i didn't know any better, i would think that<br />this guy....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5yF2TZH1uSi5gcJZNsfwU4D-D_UZz19ovGc-5bGyYNWy8M2cwpQlb4AeA6kalIr5-mptQw_LQ15wlQOapdXhMj3mBJBPxQwIkBEqkWSx0ONp9bshqcM63OkFV5hIxQM1g0k0xVIpnHjV/s1600/fire.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5yF2TZH1uSi5gcJZNsfwU4D-D_UZz19ovGc-5bGyYNWy8M2cwpQlb4AeA6kalIr5-mptQw_LQ15wlQOapdXhMj3mBJBPxQwIkBEqkWSx0ONp9bshqcM63OkFV5hIxQM1g0k0xVIpnHjV/s320/fire.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518895538342369986" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">was infesting my soul.<br />scary right?...i know.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-60870852242918722362010-09-07T11:16:00.000-07:002011-01-13T10:39:06.529-08:00change. i hate change.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">today was the first day of my </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>second</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> week of school. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i didn't think it was a good idea to write anything about it last week,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">because i'm pretty sure i couldn't have done it </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">without sitting on my couch for an </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">hour or more crying my eyes out. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{oh wait, i did that everyday anyway} </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i've realized lately, how afraid i am of change.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">yes, i am living with my very best friends in the entire world. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">yes, i get to be with the man of my dreams </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">everyday <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{DEFINITE PLUS}</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">and yes there are a billion things to do all the time because there is </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">actually a substantial amount of people living in the area.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">but </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">maybe i have a bad case of </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">the-grass-is-greener-on-the-other-side syndrome </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">because </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">even with all of these spectacular things in my life, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i still can't help but miss </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">cute little ephraim.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVoUuaYteQFU1vHHu3px7vKO8oy1YKUzSu8xGkPd0pK1QD-fQ3wSDxqLtTrvFX71Kh9Xs0SzQph5C062J4ATlKD0Xic3XmegjT6p9P60hEqzb_xZycIFEIUL2uOrO36ruUgdtWMJcYUJY/s1600/0726002027.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVoUuaYteQFU1vHHu3px7vKO8oy1YKUzSu8xGkPd0pK1QD-fQ3wSDxqLtTrvFX71Kh9Xs0SzQph5C062J4ATlKD0Xic3XmegjT6p9P60hEqzb_xZycIFEIUL2uOrO36ruUgdtWMJcYUJY/s320/0726002027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514334265843720322" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{doesn't this picture make you miss it too?}</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss my house.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss my yard.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss those sanpete mountains.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss my dog. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{that's a BIG deal}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss the familiar smell of turkey poop.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{never thought i'd say that}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss roy's pizza. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss kaitlyn's family.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss having one stoplight in the entire town.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss free parking at the college.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss the summertime bonfires.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss the fact that you can walk anywhere and it's </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">never more than a mile.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss the one finger wave to/from everyone you pass.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss going to wal-mart because there's nothing else to do.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss running into people i actually know.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">but most of all, i miss these people...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicde0M1lvi5DXzkuembtWPm8Zcghr1S_1ZaNcLDTRZnVJUmdR5ITRvzWhWm5U8gkpIT1BloaAIULWMZTnQTrqqX58Nr6XslofPkQAwyR_hY9tolk9bFlr8ezuXFu3miY-NsWQ9l3YS2o8r/s1600/12444_1248560406802_1013217241_30772368_461699_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicde0M1lvi5DXzkuembtWPm8Zcghr1S_1ZaNcLDTRZnVJUmdR5ITRvzWhWm5U8gkpIT1BloaAIULWMZTnQTrqqX58Nr6XslofPkQAwyR_hY9tolk9bFlr8ezuXFu3miY-NsWQ9l3YS2o8r/s320/12444_1248560406802_1013217241_30772368_461699_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514334623511418338" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{my cute family}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss my little brother and his sweet personality</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrv2Ij91Zbh0H7rzrCouTt4pm6Y5KYKCrS7kxbvEFFbulC4p_mKWQyxPCKEl_njeT9ZC3pqMyOhHITaSFXbezTtNR8V74AxUuZFR-Tkt-G2WUGemqJ8ESxgRCWX6svHWkd9JJRNi3e3QDJ/s1600/P3070087.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrv2Ij91Zbh0H7rzrCouTt4pm6Y5KYKCrS7kxbvEFFbulC4p_mKWQyxPCKEl_njeT9ZC3pqMyOhHITaSFXbezTtNR8V74AxUuZFR-Tkt-G2WUGemqJ8ESxgRCWX6svHWkd9JJRNi3e3QDJ/s320/P3070087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514335482080458050" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">{michael}</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0eX9g3Iq36Pw3FK6Ua3QCTOY6aUh_Q2zQBCylOh_WGarNUoA7UDPz0kqjGWfrcQH2GWA6Fuf_WxV7yd94bksvPjPX-Q3YWFwvB0ee7PfxxUbZWQT_ZwOKvB4q1Na9lyPaCBeWVGDCLZIB/s1600/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+18.49.jpg"></a></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss my little sister and her incredible ability to be herself, no matter what anyone thinks.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0eX9g3Iq36Pw3FK6Ua3QCTOY6aUh_Q2zQBCylOh_WGarNUoA7UDPz0kqjGWfrcQH2GWA6Fuf_WxV7yd94bksvPjPX-Q3YWFwvB0ee7PfxxUbZWQT_ZwOKvB4q1Na9lyPaCBeWVGDCLZIB/s1600/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+18.49.jpg"><br /></a><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0eX9g3Iq36Pw3FK6Ua3QCTOY6aUh_Q2zQBCylOh_WGarNUoA7UDPz0kqjGWfrcQH2GWA6Fuf_WxV7yd94bksvPjPX-Q3YWFwvB0ee7PfxxUbZWQT_ZwOKvB4q1Na9lyPaCBeWVGDCLZIB/s320/Photo+on+2010-07-19+at+18.49.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514335987549269330" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{lizzy}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss my older brothers and how much they make me laugh.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrXhQqZi0kSUZfD7XuQANlSrqpysuXaCVgogUbIqJ1ZwlW9eDCZYAcSw4FjFj8uDaHwwUMKWX72UJ_dGk1ePYhqgHnihY5Jujj_XBfWKVq1OtgW08IcaK8dsgSq6e4pxwF5M9PJp2vBBKV/s1600/4202_1145158941830_1013217241_30435667_4100821_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrXhQqZi0kSUZfD7XuQANlSrqpysuXaCVgogUbIqJ1ZwlW9eDCZYAcSw4FjFj8uDaHwwUMKWX72UJ_dGk1ePYhqgHnihY5Jujj_XBfWKVq1OtgW08IcaK8dsgSq6e4pxwF5M9PJp2vBBKV/s320/4202_1145158941830_1013217241_30435667_4100821_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514336971468471314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{david and daniel. no david is not crossed-eyed and no daniel is not an orney butt...posers.}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss my sister-in-law and our good sister talks.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsNX0sQwtjwRB1JtYzTK5NJa9mMZhh04tbunWiD9KgUmnKs6LaCQtM1B0erUS1g0mBwmLiJxwOy5i6IzXkSbQGZqzVnbpLYQ3ed6ed7szHsjN5ry_0fBcWWDsPLOCoiq354QbV6CyeLYYn/s320/18950_253176608419_679403419_4279841_2885952_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514353887018062802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{carli}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i miss my older sister and her enthusiasm for life. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOxYSb-9ucIe59ANrGDz0tkq3NMA1Ot97ofWiyaNLzmM1KDYf58HpH5bo923aDr_JsMZKDOG1j3wninRDq2DX-ZYpy-L2zFZlAPmjGp43wFA2wg6c7xFmcuwCtTBZihpcMlAtHggCV_PT/s1600/4435_1140712630675_1013217241_30421989_6393995_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOxYSb-9ucIe59ANrGDz0tkq3NMA1Ot97ofWiyaNLzmM1KDYf58HpH5bo923aDr_JsMZKDOG1j3wninRDq2DX-ZYpy-L2zFZlAPmjGp43wFA2wg6c7xFmcuwCtTBZihpcMlAtHggCV_PT/s320/4435_1140712630675_1013217241_30421989_6393995_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514337777088315906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{michael, rebecca, lizzy}</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">and lastly, i miss my adorable mom and dad. so much. i think i'll go tell them that right now...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlH3gGZRlZifDMCbYnlIieCRHV3zM51NGlwxfS_qH9LKKvh8mC06qbKd8lA1LiD9qqksil2bZFEgKppccklo96QaM-ga8ZaIE8VMuT-5ikUtKkfYQcQqiWi0CCe-hPjkN2Bcjl8BChY0AQ/s1600/SD530907.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlH3gGZRlZifDMCbYnlIieCRHV3zM51NGlwxfS_qH9LKKvh8mC06qbKd8lA1LiD9qqksil2bZFEgKppccklo96QaM-ga8ZaIE8VMuT-5ikUtKkfYQcQqiWi0CCe-hPjkN2Bcjl8BChY0AQ/s320/SD530907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514339484487177602" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i get kind of sentimental when i think about my family. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">sometimes i wish i could go back to the good ol' days when </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">life was just fun and games.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">all i needed was a sibling by my side to be happy. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i guess one good thing about all of this, is the fact that no </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">matter what happens, they'll still be family!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i love them all so much and can't wait to see them in only </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">4 days!! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{and counting}</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-84535971034984990302010-09-01T18:02:00.000-07:002011-01-13T10:39:06.534-08:00my happily ever after.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">every little girl fantasizes about their wedding day. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">the poofy white dress, the pretty make-up, the stylish hair-do, etc. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">but even before that, they fantasize about how they will get </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">engaged</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i></i>i'll be honest...i was one of those girls. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">it's part of being female and accepting </span>your womanhood </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{planning your wedding from age 7}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"></span>but whether any girl wants to admit it, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">the engagement means almost as much to us as the actual wedding!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i'd always imagined something quaint and cute. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i'd come home from school or work one day and there </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">would be a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">note on </span>my door telling me one of the reasons he loves me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i'd walk into my bedroom and </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">there would be another note on my pillow. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i'd head to the kitchen and there in my cupboard</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">would be another one. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">after a hundred of these, they would lead me to him, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">where he would be </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">on his knee, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">ring in hand. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{extremely cheesy, i know, but i like cheese} </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">sweet and simple right? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span>little did i know how lucky i could get...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">zachary has been saying for over a month now how bad he wants to take me flying, so finally one day he called a friend and set a date! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i was nervous/excited/nervous. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i knew it would be fun, but to tell ya the truth...flying scares the crap out of me. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i am known for always thinking worst case scenario. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">ie. what if we crash? what if the pilot has a heart attack? </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">what if i fall out of the plane??</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> {very unlikely, but an actual concern believe it or not.} </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">thanks to the constant reassurance of my wonderful boy, when the day came, i found myself feeling only excited/nervous/excited.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">we got to the airport and zachary and i sat back and relaxed and watched the other planes while our pilots <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{kizna king and alex loosle}</span> did the pre-flight safety checks.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDDTNoSBU9FiO9lDmVaLEElGYeIvrXJcXMVOamtfXbjFYrwqlOPT5QXtN-LDbNYbDrY8psNEEm5zG-psXvtgdya3jKz3-8YRGW_KRldFm70IP4H6MkJUJwy9a87ClGcKlU6atgGBA6MF_Z/s1600/P1010603.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdpQh5EJPGKcqf3bw4pWDRYOXi1PGNrjN1HExb_PbF_N2a7iBgFcA6SL0sVYd-aeilZ9WkOPtVsjECWI21bkx1rB5eDcO2HiOY72848NrfWrNKF5kqrE7WstpLNuT6JiLi9hryEJ3klV1/s1600/P1010603.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdpQh5EJPGKcqf3bw4pWDRYOXi1PGNrjN1HExb_PbF_N2a7iBgFcA6SL0sVYd-aeilZ9WkOPtVsjECWI21bkx1rB5eDcO2HiOY72848NrfWrNKF5kqrE7WstpLNuT6JiLi9hryEJ3klV1/s320/P1010603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512405378225051810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{relaxing, relaxing, relaxing}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha41TXjs2NU0VTzZDi0jj4eHaF6eKvSv4eysuYQA-5VY6RxLitFDkH4qaMNMSKMGNza1sss5QiH3HXAY9i8F55096kSeE6kRiS0yjFuHp1jnBKB5BJM7c-ReSlgyg0pJTkk-VvaCboP-eq/s1600/P1010608.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha41TXjs2NU0VTzZDi0jj4eHaF6eKvSv4eysuYQA-5VY6RxLitFDkH4qaMNMSKMGNza1sss5QiH3HXAY9i8F55096kSeE6kRiS0yjFuHp1jnBKB5BJM7c-ReSlgyg0pJTkk-VvaCboP-eq/s320/P1010608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512405749713136994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{pre-flight safety checks}</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">then it was time to FLY!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinO7-NgZTC06ksMck4LfUVVeKRSUhJO6nl_KR8QE9LbwsQ7e4jPqiU3eLXwhl6XT2vP6XLUpWcnKIq-D66jbQN-e0kdAHewv-hyzn95JB1KKGfF2iUL1yXQfxlmvWGAk1rvTiY1lL0qO1l/s1600/46255_1496922016772_1045753105_31384355_7748671_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinO7-NgZTC06ksMck4LfUVVeKRSUhJO6nl_KR8QE9LbwsQ7e4jPqiU3eLXwhl6XT2vP6XLUpWcnKIq-D66jbQN-e0kdAHewv-hyzn95JB1KKGfF2iUL1yXQfxlmvWGAk1rvTiY1lL0qO1l/s320/46255_1496922016772_1045753105_31384355_7748671_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512406624450348722" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9MOFh7gH44G3V3ouXiTsO5RCZ_TG8j6QHzwMyqk-qLvcgnxci5K2_JGG8G9giWFaeFq1luJozDsTAvZNIWf63r8-M4utyN-T_IFTNAqhKhO8x291dJUvzYBgdGezYGJCCsszxFRGmLkFs/s320/46062_538128649939_122802213_31513641_290887_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512406633496719490" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOlNNTLKuTV16MLj14JAeOVJD1KHffbLSfXDC_Opu1WwSGYfKgbx3FUZVl8-Yie2OCGDzjpAeza90tBfDFwEDMJlME0ADX7q00fDJwq5FVc2vECDTbkDu4yQja3D8L9cIReL-TldVrV2OY/s1600/P1010619.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOlNNTLKuTV16MLj14JAeOVJD1KHffbLSfXDC_Opu1WwSGYfKgbx3FUZVl8-Yie2OCGDzjpAeza90tBfDFwEDMJlME0ADX7q00fDJwq5FVc2vECDTbkDu4yQja3D8L9cIReL-TldVrV2OY/s320/P1010619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512408272445977890" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{getting ready for take-off}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i was terrified honestly.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> zachary told me to plan on lots of turbulence and bumps. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i get really bad motion sickness, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">so this was the last thing i wanted to hear.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">once we got in the air though, things were so gorgeous that i kind of forgot about all of those worries. it was the perfect time of day <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{you know, when the sun is about to set and the entire valley is lit up like gold? i LOVE it!}</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">and everything was so pretty! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">you're not as high up as you are in a normal plane, so it was cool to be close enough to pick out landmarks and stuff.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9yljc2fUlV_sCBAS41yeCsM5j5ofCHMcVSQVtGvPQsLzZYaxLcOqwuOPXXqUKnns8-mEJOQDHoyJ6-0gqS1gHBthl75ueYIiMCtT4A6Oc6Wke9JOQGR8WbtZGu7VAmFRG74aU4oI3w9ts/s1600/46255_1496922096774_1045753105_31384357_4105094_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9yljc2fUlV_sCBAS41yeCsM5j5ofCHMcVSQVtGvPQsLzZYaxLcOqwuOPXXqUKnns8-mEJOQDHoyJ6-0gqS1gHBthl75ueYIiMCtT4A6Oc6Wke9JOQGR8WbtZGu7VAmFRG74aU4oI3w9ts/s320/46255_1496922096774_1045753105_31384357_4105094_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512410069302144674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{logan airport}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDPkhoFuc6rKZ04-GY17rLfTBBI98wARmgTl02tp_zyCVZggnnMlgtrg2XZhX5M4_4SPLCm4fHU20s0qIB1UqPvbj4T7aPG4q9976oOoenRSIbtD7g0WF_Zqn3Ys1FKLKIy1otOwpvn6-J/s1600/46255_1496922136775_1045753105_31384358_618324_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDPkhoFuc6rKZ04-GY17rLfTBBI98wARmgTl02tp_zyCVZggnnMlgtrg2XZhX5M4_4SPLCm4fHU20s0qIB1UqPvbj4T7aPG4q9976oOoenRSIbtD7g0WF_Zqn3Ys1FKLKIy1otOwpvn6-J/s320/46255_1496922136775_1045753105_31384358_618324_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512411820716483298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{usu campus}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm_3qB_wF7cfwVTBVrJOgNhAC6XzhZlZSak8THt1VKFx20vpAyC9r6euVIkrmL-V_jj0oiNX2MlF7YTPqt7_6ojKfKm1u0Lp1sjBwvEjrdQQhrT_ol7lZ6A1IUoNdJLfhzs3I0h3wJQu-M/s1600/P1010627.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm_3qB_wF7cfwVTBVrJOgNhAC6XzhZlZSak8THt1VKFx20vpAyC9r6euVIkrmL-V_jj0oiNX2MlF7YTPqt7_6ojKfKm1u0Lp1sjBwvEjrdQQhrT_ol7lZ6A1IUoNdJLfhzs3I0h3wJQu-M/s320/P1010627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512415388296283170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{logan temple}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5jVgn-g1PWQA0QLJdRK6mHc7hGRotY57xgkDwSUwvqiPalrBj1K3BUCbk2psTlnGr5OYaq1cKLa9A-LCTPEj1xbwPk8wkApQXwiFZ-SOcDtwAAXN4WCwpzOShVPlrZ1rZxvX51pd4eQz5/s1600/45059_1496929296954_1045753105_31384397_6256258_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5jVgn-g1PWQA0QLJdRK6mHc7hGRotY57xgkDwSUwvqiPalrBj1K3BUCbk2psTlnGr5OYaq1cKLa9A-LCTPEj1xbwPk8wkApQXwiFZ-SOcDtwAAXN4WCwpzOShVPlrZ1rZxvX51pd4eQz5/s320/45059_1496929296954_1045753105_31384397_6256258_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512415876065795362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{hyrum dam}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Hj3tCKkEjPHc3V2DRmIf-XY2J_7bNzl98P4_M1AdjsQvv1UsCh_JuOTTKeTingo6bcJg_ZJjxFpmaoLiKAF84h-LYXXfrsx0WrT_WVGV_3E2MymBqlpLthC-YULFk9uaT1zTZ8XcJR-q/s1600/45059_1496929336955_1045753105_31384398_6836868_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Hj3tCKkEjPHc3V2DRmIf-XY2J_7bNzl98P4_M1AdjsQvv1UsCh_JuOTTKeTingo6bcJg_ZJjxFpmaoLiKAF84h-LYXXfrsx0WrT_WVGV_3E2MymBqlpLthC-YULFk9uaT1zTZ8XcJR-q/s320/45059_1496929336955_1045753105_31384398_6836868_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512422401860339170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{paradise. that's really the name of this cute little town}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">at this point, i was getting really excited. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">my family has friends <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{the danielsons}</span> from paradise, so i wanted to fly by their house and take a picture so that i could show them later. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">not everybody gets to do something like this, so i wanted to have proof!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNo_RwI9ZU3OtP6EsHkM2Wi_f0ij17S2lfz_gWBBVa2EZ6QR78rlX7KXT9hdhn43UiSLk-D8IrzhWZ64J_v66UErt36HxKXPTp76Su29Vl-BFCaMIv-Q2JwJfvWxDbQw0ulv6V-126Gkn-/s1600/P1010623.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNo_RwI9ZU3OtP6EsHkM2Wi_f0ij17S2lfz_gWBBVa2EZ6QR78rlX7KXT9hdhn43UiSLk-D8IrzhWZ64J_v66UErt36HxKXPTp76Su29Vl-BFCaMIv-Q2JwJfvWxDbQw0ulv6V-126Gkn-/s320/P1010623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512423206472062706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{the danielson's house}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">as we got closer, i could see the whole family outside on their deck. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i thought "oh how fun! they must be having a barbecue or something. it'll be awesome to show them these pictures later." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">then they all started waving. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i thought, "cool! they don't even know that i'm in this plane! i can't wait to tell them that they were waving at me!" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">and then i looked down...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJUR4b_3nrkuNI1NkiFlhXQSTh-SVBSZnYCrhKE68L01Jmk11r_d2AqtnNgX2CoupBZqVDA39i5AI_Fjf6zpJfeBgsOFqetkKENOqNicznC6ZY_KgRKSPzoJr05LPy3uw3FHVc6ZXqF22w/s1600/45912_1496935697114_1045753105_31384405_293878_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJUR4b_3nrkuNI1NkiFlhXQSTh-SVBSZnYCrhKE68L01Jmk11r_d2AqtnNgX2CoupBZqVDA39i5AI_Fjf6zpJfeBgsOFqetkKENOqNicznC6ZY_KgRKSPzoJr05LPy3uw3FHVc6ZXqF22w/s320/45912_1496935697114_1045753105_31384405_293878_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512424610180241810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">my insides turned to moosh. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i was half confused, one-fourth excited, and one-fourth </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">shocked!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i turned to zachary and to my surprise,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">he was holding a ring!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"sarah, will you marry me?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCUkh_3itXk1_g0cWYB7u_FQJZwnz7CIIXjL-GZuJorUwOmhxTeuaUOZGrjc5GsqhPrCebELB7y8TnYYHeuHPK-vJAafE5RE4Th67_Ko7DBrpNosgUS1sOiMhXCsxpGfH367B_GmMvXwMF/s1600/45912_1496935617112_1045753105_31384403_420837_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCUkh_3itXk1_g0cWYB7u_FQJZwnz7CIIXjL-GZuJorUwOmhxTeuaUOZGrjc5GsqhPrCebELB7y8TnYYHeuHPK-vJAafE5RE4Th67_Ko7DBrpNosgUS1sOiMhXCsxpGfH367B_GmMvXwMF/s320/45912_1496935617112_1045753105_31384403_420837_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512442535304816530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqHkyG0Zq7aG5-QCYhWhoOHKEEa8UtASwg7PtwYDIbJYJIK4_QHeqwPOdUmbV9IL3bduJBSkHXh6Z3q1pUz6wlGn3Li4iF4l19AX2DH8kVSnW-H6KZ5Da6fGPh0lgk7KzOj48xcZFox9Nw/s1600/45912_1496935657113_1045753105_31384404_4599849_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqHkyG0Zq7aG5-QCYhWhoOHKEEa8UtASwg7PtwYDIbJYJIK4_QHeqwPOdUmbV9IL3bduJBSkHXh6Z3q1pUz6wlGn3Li4iF4l19AX2DH8kVSnW-H6KZ5Da6fGPh0lgk7KzOj48xcZFox9Nw/s320/45912_1496935657113_1045753105_31384404_4599849_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512442538487692594" /></a></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"oh my gosh. oh my gosh. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">yes.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> oh my gosh"</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">we joke that i had to say yes or else that would have been one very awkward plane ride home. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i know it's a joke, but little does he know </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">that i would have been the stupidest girl in the world to say no.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">he is everything i could ask for and more. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i feel so lucky that i get him for keeps.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">every girl deserves a zachary in their life and i am more than ecstatic that i've found mine. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">forever. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">just he and i. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">crazy in love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">happily ever after.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ps. </span></span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">our ring isn't done yet,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "></span></span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">so i am now the proud wearer of the most beautiful $8 ring you can buy at wal-mart.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "></span></span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">it's gorgeous.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i love and adore it.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-31812979878350227182010-08-12T16:41:00.000-07:002011-01-13T10:39:06.538-08:00summer joys<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">as i was coming home today, i was feeling particularly happy. it was a beautiful day outside, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">LOTS</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> of good things happened this week and i had just gotten out of a job interview that i felt really good about. of course i am always happy {give or take a few days} but today seemed to be a little more noticeable.</span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and then it happened. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">as i was turning the corner, i saw three adorable little kids sitting next to a table. on this table was a cooler and a cardboard sign that read "juice pops...50¢" <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{as rodney atkins would say, "man, what a picture-perfect postcard this would make of america."}</span> i thought to myself, "self, it's warm outside, you have a couple extra bucks, why not put them to good use?" so i pulled over and one of the little girls got very animated when she asked me which kind of popsicle i would like. i told her an orange-pineapple would do so she proceeded to grab it for me. i gave the oldest girl 2 dollars and told them they could keep the change. i don't think i have ever seen a more grateful 7 year old. the look on all of their faces was PRICELESS.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">every kid dreams of becoming rich off a front yard lemonade stand <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{or in this case a popsicle stand}</span>. i realize that yeah, i may not be able to donate a million dollars to some kid that wants to make a few extra bucks, but to them, even 2 dollars means the world! so starting today, no matter when or where, every time i see a couple of kids selling popsicles, lemonade, juice, etc. i will be their #1 supporter. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{even if it means having to eat in for dinner that night}.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbTJnmbqSHMtcO-5RU7XbyBwEbuEu98owl_wVZwxyTHv0eBO9gFsdiT7JUl0OsXyc4JbfEJUzpJUoFm2vf0NGRoI8e9_CgH6fQMd3-x9L80Hc7ISV1R8JHMVfcTV5Xv_YZHqdrChYhz0F-/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbTJnmbqSHMtcO-5RU7XbyBwEbuEu98owl_wVZwxyTHv0eBO9gFsdiT7JUl0OsXyc4JbfEJUzpJUoFm2vf0NGRoI8e9_CgH6fQMd3-x9L80Hc7ISV1R8JHMVfcTV5Xv_YZHqdrChYhz0F-/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504683226973169442" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">p.s. i'm pretty sure this was the BEST popsicle i've ever had. that is all.</span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-34098023650335518022010-08-10T14:32:00.000-07:002011-01-13T10:39:06.541-08:00my antonio banderas<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i am in love with a pilot.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">those are 7 sweet words that not every girl gets to say in this life. i happen to be one of those very lucky girls though. let me introduce you to the man that i am head over heels for {</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">aka zachary averett}</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">behold the goodness... i know you're probably thinking, "well what about this picture ISN'T there to love?" just remember that he's already taken...</span></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0M0DivEkChiAyT-GTm1xtvoCqQTveY8Lpak5x9Ip920g94cvIqKmYBJwIWI6BRPPaKNtuZOYjtyJ3sZIwBm01slxraJpCcLCBxNpud7Bf4NHtE1sGYMy94KhD5lLs5R0IZzmxE_09dJpO/s320/23808_532988066709_122802213_31340450_5938797_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503988735682409650" /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBnUxx1o9A77rzPIndspqkLYjnUeiDNBJ18pE8JoayGxLgclcYcx9k19CZAZ3b40NwABFG9wc7GXXdGo4CKLZhlUmQ-c8vWMbhUEBt78SHw-uZ9iF10AttLh0UpfgTM_5zAvgMJmtqv7hK/s1600/5488_1159779285382_1554806836_404425_6500816_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBnUxx1o9A77rzPIndspqkLYjnUeiDNBJ18pE8JoayGxLgclcYcx9k19CZAZ3b40NwABFG9wc7GXXdGo4CKLZhlUmQ-c8vWMbhUEBt78SHw-uZ9iF10AttLh0UpfgTM_5zAvgMJmtqv7hK/s320/5488_1159779285382_1554806836_404425_6500816_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504411269948220690" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQdfQri0Z3Lmkug313rvtf70sWbi1c4f4vCDuyEM2T8YdVBdy1XsaXtt-7lD1bb_Ny6rV6wqHuVTj7D3u_yFGU0hwb5pFfPFjNoH3nOFa1YXXas_oJVvlcS5h5GdB6YiBfwgiVPT_9Wfe/s320/DSC_0557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503989000834245234" /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">he is a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>GOOFBALL</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{the good kind}</span>. he has literally got to be the funniest person i have ever met. he's a pro at making me laugh and has this uncanny ability to make me happy, even when i am in one of my unpleasant/crabby/mad/sad moods.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97IYTBoDgXNK0XxwPzWbjnQDm0bQwP_ual3k5eXEqwvUir8Ggq8P27jq3EhW-gVNzdfkVsfFA5JtOFJ6y9er-9xiS15Gnyx4C57HKKvBgvYYARdiQ-god0iNx900MN_RuUMYbKXn1iGz7/s1600/P7020531.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97IYTBoDgXNK0XxwPzWbjnQDm0bQwP_ual3k5eXEqwvUir8Ggq8P27jq3EhW-gVNzdfkVsfFA5JtOFJ6y9er-9xiS15Gnyx4C57HKKvBgvYYARdiQ-god0iNx900MN_RuUMYbKXn1iGz7/s320/P7020531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503990925338444930" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvZwzzyyMF_VN1B0QNu30jwKF9srw4F0F3BKgyLAC4r-W_dbJihoYsK4Gt_JR2Z6UFGLQpSARaRxj0CIRY172EJJsNflbVF_dU8VLvR-ZXKAegVWpIhyphenhyphenz3gRNLMSCvCXXdLb_HVOeJ0gV/s1600/25513_531552518559_122802448_31293167_3326060_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvZwzzyyMF_VN1B0QNu30jwKF9srw4F0F3BKgyLAC4r-W_dbJihoYsK4Gt_JR2Z6UFGLQpSARaRxj0CIRY172EJJsNflbVF_dU8VLvR-ZXKAegVWpIhyphenhyphenz3gRNLMSCvCXXdLb_HVOeJ0gV/s320/25513_531552518559_122802448_31293167_3326060_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504025673871732818" /></a><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4dmICbfzbxl0HEw-vrK0iMXtZVwa_-lQlPNbDUrMXr4m0IQ-Is0Qi3r8eA-a-BrxU-aRVGJGA7RdKP0JgE6WUbdOJoj4VjAcuZwR8zor5qYtttolSJS3pXP7FsnY3p551ahxN2_lZVbQp/s320/20945_242918549364_744494364_4323051_6808060_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504027028199922834" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">my favorite things about this boy:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-his cute smile</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-how he plays with my hair when we cuddle</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-the messages he leaves me when i miss his call</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-his gorgeous green eyes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-how his hands are softer than mine</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-the need i feel to tell him everything</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-the way he dresses <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{very fine}</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-his mexicano skin <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{hence the antonio banderas}</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-how he talks about himself in 3rd person to alleviate awkwardness</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-his love for Heavenly Father</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-he knows everything there is to know about airplanes <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{hot.}</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-the way he melts my heart when he carries his nephew to bed</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-his selflessness</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-his untamable left eyebrow</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-the fact that we can laugh and talk and laugh some more and not realize an hour has gone by</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-we are in love</span></div></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-40009272661199282802010-07-24T09:50:00.000-07:002011-01-13T10:39:06.547-08:00#1 worst idea ever<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i will be the first to admit that i have had a lot of stupid ideas and done a lot of stupid things in my life. for example, kaitlyn and i went through a phase where we thought it was so cool to walk from her house to my house. here's the glitch though: we would walk in the middle of the hot summer day in a field full of rattle snakes, ginormous man-eating caterpillars, and who knows what other kinds of critters. halfway through our trek, we would have to cross a swiftly moving creek, that was sure to engulf us if we made one slip. we would then continue on where we would grab an otter pop from my house, only turn around and make the VERY long walk back, all the while, pretending that we were pioneers. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{i was sister sue and she was sister mary. we had a strict policy that we could only answer to those names}.</span> at the time, stuff like this doesn't seem dumb, but looking back now, i sometimes wonder if my brain had fallen out for a moment. out of all the ridiculous things that have happened in my life though, this weekend definitely tops them ALL off. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">at 1:30 a.m. 14 adventurous souls and myself set out to conquer mt. timpanogos <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{the second highest peak in utah's wasatch range}.</span> after a half an hour of hiking, we realized...we were on the wrong trail. we were all in good spirits though and were able to laugh it off as we hiked back down to the cars. so take 2...we got started on the RIGHT trail, bound and determined to annihilate the rigors of this journey. </span></div><div><br /><br /><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497935470611097234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjprTklCOD-nq9pgf86acH9I4sKVo6kvn2clvacNdBUsULLpxJsNRO5RLqenJXrG6wI2iqd9I7_FWR7J09nqC4Shiy0gcJhkQw_PbiiGLx6dAMvLxwuoCAm9DaaEvITl4VDIlDI-rTrYJqZ/s320/P7210549.JPG" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">{this is when we took the wrong turn. be sure to take note of how happy and cheerful we are. soon this will be just a memory.} </span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFoeJBGVWNH9wO-TG9wnItGhTyEGwrSmrb5XbvlMLytgOaDy5I6iIWGXvDZYPUCyptVMyF0icfrPYSwG7rFouPTMztMQUsRgjKom0IX2HMp4h0SAidjp4EEnndOBK8Y3qwTyYTCpmvFnYJ/s1600/P7210552.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497936485577330034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFoeJBGVWNH9wO-TG9wnItGhTyEGwrSmrb5XbvlMLytgOaDy5I6iIWGXvDZYPUCyptVMyF0icfrPYSwG7rFouPTMztMQUsRgjKom0IX2HMp4h0SAidjp4EEnndOBK8Y3qwTyYTCpmvFnYJ/s320/P7210552.JPG" /></a> <div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">{we made sure to load up on all kinds of goodness. ie. jolly ranchers [case in point], salt water taffy, fruit snacks, water, etc.}</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">it's 2:33 a.m. and i'm hiking up this beast of a mountain, loving every second of it. i won't lie, it felt like a hard hike from the get-go, but we didn't care much about that. the occasional rustle in the bushes around me kept me on my toes and wanting to stay as close to the group as possible. by this time, the moon had gone over the mountain, so the only light we had <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{literally, the only light}</span> was our flashlights, and even then it was difficult to make out the trail sometimes. it made a cool sight to see though-the light trail of our little group slowly making our way to the top and also groups ahead of us that were higher up. all in all, we had high hopes for the night and were excited to make it to the top before sunrise.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b>**3 hours later**</b></span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOCn1cUSoqb8wJIrd08jfLAJFQQ-rXrxWlBPAR-_5WohdhCP_QagwohuMkdtIvq0m8DeStDqOaFnGUbJGhxwFzFSscNe1CBr6OJuWdkjoOdB5X0XQJSuhuXamWxUHI_Ck0ioVTR40-GvQv/s1600/P7210562.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497942724552211058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOCn1cUSoqb8wJIrd08jfLAJFQQ-rXrxWlBPAR-_5WohdhCP_QagwohuMkdtIvq0m8DeStDqOaFnGUbJGhxwFzFSscNe1CBr6OJuWdkjoOdB5X0XQJSuhuXamWxUHI_Ck0ioVTR40-GvQv/s400/P7210562.JPG" /></a></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">exhausted from so much walking. starving because all we brought was freaking candy and junk food. dehydrated because the freaking candy and junk food made us extra thirsty. ornery because we were all running on 0 hours of sleep. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />basically, i was ready to jump off the cliff we had just climbed. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i will admit that the scenery was breathtaking. when we saw this though, all we could think about was bookin it to the top so we could catch the sunrise from a better view.</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) href=" s1600="" ynxhdls4tve="" aaaaaaaaafa="" teympgc3bqi="" _6nyi7knu2o8="" com=""><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497952477128388258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjttWEECsBooNggC7GEjqaXdzY9rOl2CCb5F8oV-wkkJqIET48uksCrHymizF3lqlwn3SBOyzOA8s7xQI0gDUqBxmXTeRhaxQZXQccPvuDwRVsLXZbqKZlUAWor2uGM194v5-UrPYH9-Z5b/s320/P7210568.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">...and a better view is what we found...</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJetsH9dA20_Sibee_M4u3rPNThHPFEoYhW2g-M07SsxGfaHHjBXlQspJtkTwT7lvmZGMke7tXPisae8Ol6uBkhmlYQLRJSS5SMLXtdHCjupqyiMGVh1n1VmhmGC0z53mEdLlMWx8HVrB/s1600/0723000621.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498292990548158530" border="0" alt="" 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src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO93VAy0YMJfqmvsCsGl_BxGzDIdDi4rDXZBWwA-vcowBQncmsHtb622kvyZY0MlfRKCwVk_HJVzZCYV8JZW7jAirFA6DKtQP6wr-M-3kRY75sls5R0zQCNOUmdf1ld43xZnphfvf7PVlI/s320/P7210594.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">good thing vincent was prepared and thought to bring a machete to ward off any human-eating zombies. we felt very protected in his care...</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498303587440175314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-x_PNQE0_FJvMWk71D-XwvPiDJreGq2jqmv6s0gO5pxPYKf7sc4ndO3BQi1vNdJ2BHc4PtwPbM4FuOgYopD23W9RSA_I8z_NPeBzDN7Yf6MrqR-QkEuToVLMfEY2H6FH2Nc-AbR-ozg2J/s320/P7210585.JPG" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">we actually didn't make it to the very tippy top which was a little disappointing, but we were too tired and cranky to care. it took us the longest, most grueling 3 hours of my life to get off the mountain, but we finally made it. although, the whole experience seemed miserable and i have sworn never to do it again, the scenery definitely made it worth it. the crappy little camera on my phone doesn't do justice, but you get the general idea.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498298050289986690" border="0" alt="" 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catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1yUtyT3_rMF2ptTGbXZejdTzP7RQX_yfdJBd8wD47yxauFF8dla4L4pcrBqffH6hOMsbmJ0KBkL5-k4smuBe6sPo2gnAk2B59_be0JEHfHcthSXPxCdU5CVS0Yx24ra6f3XIm9yP6sdaF/s1600/0723000740a.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498298876892326130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1yUtyT3_rMF2ptTGbXZejdTzP7RQX_yfdJBd8wD47yxauFF8dla4L4pcrBqffH6hOMsbmJ0KBkL5-k4smuBe6sPo2gnAk2B59_be0JEHfHcthSXPxCdU5CVS0Yx24ra6f3XIm9yP6sdaF/s320/0723000740a.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2W_ygQ1uuEVH2DYiODa_jJoF_Bt3htn650oEHJ7MWHz8qxPo5IqTLej9TVobdMJJ_daXIasYsuzVNh3qPWa7ODIMAebPASG15UeNXYmX7XO5hoQ8Qn1P8KaEIpAuDIawQmDaIlCgIXKiS/s1600/0723000740.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br 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/></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>welp. that's all. until next time... </div></div></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-52228312972198617302010-07-19T21:15:00.000-07:002011-01-13T10:39:06.553-08:00~suMmA tiMe~<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">so as i am sitting here doing my homework..<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{i know, i know, i've heard it a billion times. "nobody in their right mind should be doing homework in the summer." trust me, it's a mistake i hope to never make again}<br /></span><br />it got me thinking about how great this summer has been so far. yeah, having to take anatomy sure blows, but i am grateful that i have been able to squeeze in a good time every weekend. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{literally...EVERY weekend.. ;)}</span><br /><br />i am especially grateful for the fact that i have been able to spend these good times with people i love and care about. this summer has been one like i have never experienced, but in a good way. here's a glimpse of the fabulous times we have had, from e-town to bear lake!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><br /><div><div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigmwWyu2lGlcl3S2TZ-H7yH4YpEOn2bA92DKiBaWN0oWlWjXD-eodYAVLU5NE79ckBPLOw2Rm441KVw8FyXl9JmXDLUhbxU_ylMi9s7u1Oh9anu8BIl6LSLIXCb8Fi7Rv5vIHzzdaEsY2p/s1600/P5140378_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigmwWyu2lGlcl3S2TZ-H7yH4YpEOn2bA92DKiBaWN0oWlWjXD-eodYAVLU5NE79ckBPLOw2Rm441KVw8FyXl9JmXDLUhbxU_ylMi9s7u1Oh9anu8BIl6LSLIXCb8Fi7Rv5vIHzzdaEsY2p/s320/P5140378_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495736792486277154" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">girl's day out! Urika, Katlin and my birthdays are all within about a month, so we decided to celebrate by getting </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>FULL BODY MASSAGES!</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> it was glorious.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpshXvh0FtI1c_UGgajss0bjKvpBH6XsDZbjHbbEfMuHVYNBRYvQkQWbhMEUCA9_WJ9kOIUlBS5TDX3TzYcuOXJp5xGcCcH26r0SAJQ34tUuLPHBOhCFxe-YTPFshSuVfi5IEef_8Awnkt/s1600/32485_393393161698_542561698_4316274_1997228_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpshXvh0FtI1c_UGgajss0bjKvpBH6XsDZbjHbbEfMuHVYNBRYvQkQWbhMEUCA9_WJ9kOIUlBS5TDX3TzYcuOXJp5xGcCcH26r0SAJQ34tUuLPHBOhCFxe-YTPFshSuVfi5IEef_8Awnkt/s320/32485_393393161698_542561698_4316274_1997228_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495738372985325298" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">my </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>ADORABLE</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> best friend</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><a href="http://kaitlynmarie2.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">kaitlyn marie averett</span></span></a></span><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">threw me a tea party for my 20th birthday! who said prom dresses were only good for one night? :)</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUxjJO4nscGXvFii10pCcYX-s1SXl1fsTauwYwsehvQQO8O-JjMVU6YNE-HRqwCIq4Wr_frZDGP73fgY4jqbca7CwpEamuTWI6nSkwwjLKF6Y9H0rRXk_9xualHXCCshkXqaA5grw73ba/s1600/32485_393393191698_542561698_4316277_7337461_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUxjJO4nscGXvFii10pCcYX-s1SXl1fsTauwYwsehvQQO8O-JjMVU6YNE-HRqwCIq4Wr_frZDGP73fgY4jqbca7CwpEamuTWI6nSkwwjLKF6Y9H0rRXk_9xualHXCCshkXqaA5grw73ba/s320/32485_393393191698_542561698_4316277_7337461_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495839316535847890" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">these are my cute friends that attended the tea party for lady sarah <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{myself}.</span> we have been friends since the </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">SIXTH </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">grade. boy oh boy am i grateful for these girls. we have had some grand adventures and i can't wait for more to come! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{l</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> to r: stephanie, shandi, alyssa, lacey [popsicle stick], me, kaitlyn, feleicia, emily}</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span><br /><div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzI2l0dHre-NYk11IAVs0_wxqhIFEC5m5YvJV9pRIoBWNKOHht8PHT0Pu-Htno2N7yUXRw24PbtHUKi9d73m3jGrZu1AcuTEdI-hWbjYaBwGOYooXp5I6c3Jsv219hf5AtS9Ms4mNZxx0B/s1600/38096_406534406698_542561698_4668486_4775052_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzI2l0dHre-NYk11IAVs0_wxqhIFEC5m5YvJV9pRIoBWNKOHht8PHT0Pu-Htno2N7yUXRw24PbtHUKi9d73m3jGrZu1AcuTEdI-hWbjYaBwGOYooXp5I6c3Jsv219hf5AtS9Ms4mNZxx0B/s320/38096_406534406698_542561698_4668486_4775052_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495845434147604178" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i feel so honored to say that for an entire weekend, i was able to be a part of the averett family. you may think this is no big deal, since i have been best friends with these two girls <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{who happen to both be averetts} </span>for quite some time, but when i say "averett family" i am talking the ENTIRE averett family. i was able to go bear lake for their reunion and i must say that it was one of the funnest vacations of my life! i truly love that family. every last one of them.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrfWNOwvwWUsZG-_jexEjgKrz-at340izEYg1Uc9qnVx2zQNdgA1dP1x9kSsQTwSzyv1KCNTCDgY8Q0GbFNU7gx-wEVGWlKvgwJJDrP6MtgeltuxG3SKfcd6nTQ1RjMOLbnjw53mx9THxT/s1600/0626002204.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrfWNOwvwWUsZG-_jexEjgKrz-at340izEYg1Uc9qnVx2zQNdgA1dP1x9kSsQTwSzyv1KCNTCDgY8Q0GbFNU7gx-wEVGWlKvgwJJDrP6MtgeltuxG3SKfcd6nTQ1RjMOLbnjw53mx9THxT/s320/0626002204.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495842237866856626" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">behold the goodness. creamy. delicious. succulent. it looks harmless right? i thought so too. so i fearlessly engulfed</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b> </b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">=>THREE<=</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> entire shakes over the weekend...little did i know what HUGE effects they could have on my stomach...</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2C17MIz_X1jrrMCvi3uUkvMcwOYAJplYxnkZTG_iv-0ijYfMIb9d1Y1u2U4OeAXYHaT2XLLhufdVal9gsEDhmzjXOBqQo3NTfxnU9OKU9dP2GPc2W2PyTGlq39jyeIgk0uSy15fQUjxuf/s1600/0629001745.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2C17MIz_X1jrrMCvi3uUkvMcwOYAJplYxnkZTG_iv-0ijYfMIb9d1Y1u2U4OeAXYHaT2XLLhufdVal9gsEDhmzjXOBqQo3NTfxnU9OKU9dP2GPc2W2PyTGlq39jyeIgk0uSy15fQUjxuf/s320/0629001745.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495850301844004386" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i was in charge of a blood drive and believe it or not, i donated blood! not only that, i was able to coax my bestest friend to do it with me...we save lives!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwIqKYFLhOCdI0FrmNKSk_WASpAlnHMJB3ulC1XOGS7fAq8ymoPCyN673T4xNrYMC8BvsVxAGrCMcHlmUanSV_iIPndFLhCXYNtQCYA4-1aHGPNGx-zJ5v1ptpv6bR4tJmHoZVbys1f26O/s1600/P7010530_2.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwIqKYFLhOCdI0FrmNKSk_WASpAlnHMJB3ulC1XOGS7fAq8ymoPCyN673T4xNrYMC8BvsVxAGrCMcHlmUanSV_iIPndFLhCXYNtQCYA4-1aHGPNGx-zJ5v1ptpv6bR4tJmHoZVbys1f26O/s320/P7010530_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495842251574266018" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i went to my very 1st rEal soccer game this summer! this was made possible by this fantastically amazing boy of mine <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{zachary averett}.</span> after a romantic dinner at mimi's cafe, we came to the game and watched our team </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">whomp</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> on new england</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> {5-0}.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> following the game, there were fireworks which made the night even more magical! i couldn't have asked for a better birthday present.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTboFwsrtb-nIGJ0lS0WeSMIpkd5Y_7L_uAkTrhiVWXklrlXo1tQ8AVTi-W_bnzPmqE2-vo7U5jksGCVDI6PUp4Z91UozyNqnlKFAvuNTWuoPOvyQ9bUJfD-P2-9iU60FIfbB8UZ2cc10y/s1600/35041_535895066059_122803173_31438775_4957662_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTboFwsrtb-nIGJ0lS0WeSMIpkd5Y_7L_uAkTrhiVWXklrlXo1tQ8AVTi-W_bnzPmqE2-vo7U5jksGCVDI6PUp4Z91UozyNqnlKFAvuNTWuoPOvyQ9bUJfD-P2-9iU60FIfbB8UZ2cc10y/s320/35041_535895066059_122803173_31438775_4957662_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495848003464197362" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i got to spend my 4th of july with my man zachary, my bestie arika, and the rest of their wonderful fam. it was a fabulous weekend filled with lots of food, fireworks, games, and relaxation </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{a personal fav}.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy4S2sYjXqBdkcN_UhN_UIRvBkeBKo1a-Jt36NQrdDDVp7RrWwHBrDpJ4B80Cz4TX64HIUnZGKsczQBgsQPYnN_xF0BvjZgCXXq1-XjuzygXSxnsYGBlTqWbmYU6vv0MbSyj8nnUyPFQgT/s1600/36974_535895270649_122803173_31438793_4865426_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy4S2sYjXqBdkcN_UhN_UIRvBkeBKo1a-Jt36NQrdDDVp7RrWwHBrDpJ4B80Cz4TX64HIUnZGKsczQBgsQPYnN_xF0BvjZgCXXq1-XjuzygXSxnsYGBlTqWbmYU6vv0MbSyj8nnUyPFQgT/s320/36974_535895270649_122803173_31438793_4865426_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495845439190328930" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">the night was ended with a spontaneous denny's run <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{thanks to the brilliant idea of merilee}. </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwtf2c-iF0iJc_Of4tg7XN0aqYVaNR1A_uE9TAWdHfRMU31XVdCztwKLsEODkIJ7A4hSTgfN89_lnQfZnXtiBQXBiUBXCPT3J1uuAMP4w0G5w97UvZT0ADxB4uRZ_mMsvjqrjsC_GPFmv/s1600/P7080536.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwtf2c-iF0iJc_Of4tg7XN0aqYVaNR1A_uE9TAWdHfRMU31XVdCztwKLsEODkIJ7A4hSTgfN89_lnQfZnXtiBQXBiUBXCPT3J1uuAMP4w0G5w97UvZT0ADxB4uRZ_mMsvjqrjsC_GPFmv/s320/P7080536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495850315660079042" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">one of the best things about summer is the endless popsicles and ice cream. so last weekend up in logan, we decided to make our own ice cream! all i have to say is it was MmMmM good. </span><a href="http://familyfun.go.com/recipes/homemade-ice-cream-in-a-bag-684806/"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">here</span></span></b></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> is the recipe if you want it. works like a charm!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5pzt0JjVjyqM4wjlapwA6zI0_1igUNMvCDwIh0ixJPpKcdkJdnrnKANOWiqqeGi0BB09PQ0JTjJA6axRiQpDmKQ770SxVCuRA1bbFOzcnVbcsD1JhwayPWrkOCqtJwIe90DW43SbHpyq1/s1600/0710002019b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5pzt0JjVjyqM4wjlapwA6zI0_1igUNMvCDwIh0ixJPpKcdkJdnrnKANOWiqqeGi0BB09PQ0JTjJA6axRiQpDmKQ770SxVCuRA1bbFOzcnVbcsD1JhwayPWrkOCqtJwIe90DW43SbHpyq1/s320/0710002019b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495850322156446354" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">as we were in logan, my family decided to drive through and stay the night. we went and had dinner with them in paradise and took a little sunday stroll to the canal <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{which happens to be the same canal that my dad proposed to my mother at. *adorable*}</span><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2m8V0xTV0JBr7nlQudbFhfBMsX1I4m6Mezhtv61g8FD2A4oOKmZLGwU5t2mXE62DHtqdwbckuFPd38AgNP_camLVFvv-TMt4dCU1akpIZC5Ntydc6K3bJtnDy9awi0AnpSUjbhZ5msuYu/s1600/37862_536439799409_122803173_31457101_3436345_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2m8V0xTV0JBr7nlQudbFhfBMsX1I4m6Mezhtv61g8FD2A4oOKmZLGwU5t2mXE62DHtqdwbckuFPd38AgNP_camLVFvv-TMt4dCU1akpIZC5Ntydc6K3bJtnDy9awi0AnpSUjbhZ5msuYu/s320/37862_536439799409_122803173_31457101_3436345_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495853832308710402" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">take 2 for the trips to bear lake. this time, the trip was for a stevenson family reunion. although i felt a little more out of place than at the averett one, they were very good at making me feel welcome and at home. we had a talent show, went wakeboarding, played games, and got very sunburned. i had a grand old time! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{that's right..i am dating that}.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSM99OiLeqd2SXaIJH6WsE8vUzf2SAsxAd-jb8GDsrevyfgYWZrTuLx2r3Bt_tP3Mi45z9t4F4rOJqHNKdrSkdawvgyOotowpCLnCxMoFKktlbjHrJUvMzsVUrmCsPaJRJxO4qjHVRDY1/s1600/P7160542.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSM99OiLeqd2SXaIJH6WsE8vUzf2SAsxAd-jb8GDsrevyfgYWZrTuLx2r3Bt_tP3Mi45z9t4F4rOJqHNKdrSkdawvgyOotowpCLnCxMoFKktlbjHrJUvMzsVUrmCsPaJRJxO4qjHVRDY1/s320/P7160542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495853841528987042" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">for 3 months now, every weekend has been spent with this studly man of mine. he is the one thing i look forward to seeing at the end of every week and the one thing i can't wait to talk to at the end of every day. short piece of advice: long distance relationships are hard, but they are </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>SO</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> worth it. especially when you get a catch as good as i did...</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">stayed tuned for future shenanigans that we are guaranteed to get ourselves into...</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140264008396624496.post-84593508935686740652010-05-09T19:08:00.000-07:002011-01-13T10:39:06.557-08:00Rookie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ISmCxyfYyfiCmFfV10wGAYogB96Oqcbbc2QeddI3VZKfynf7ml3pEzNFJgHIsYREnMu-TeWK4zI1KO0eRRTCOUM7mkOW2_gInZB86jQ_M8uJJS9EMmFJcNr_0kjObzi5zShwNMqLdSWf/s1600/Photo+on+2010-04-29+at+18.24+%234.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ISmCxyfYyfiCmFfV10wGAYogB96Oqcbbc2QeddI3VZKfynf7ml3pEzNFJgHIsYREnMu-TeWK4zI1KO0eRRTCOUM7mkOW2_gInZB86jQ_M8uJJS9EMmFJcNr_0kjObzi5zShwNMqLdSWf/s320/Photo+on+2010-04-29+at+18.24+%234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469458782855480082" /></a><br />hey, i'm sarah. here is a glimpse of my soul...Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08462239238351476741noreply@blogger.com1