<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185</id><updated>2011-11-05T10:29:51.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-2128850165440583818</id><published>2010-03-17T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:05:18.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rated M</title><content type='html'>Today on the playground I had to laugh because two boys were playing some sort of shoot em up game. Well as they ran by another kid, one of the two shoot em up participants said to the other participant "... and then I blew you up." The kid they were running by while this "blow you up" statement was said yelled out to them, "hey you shouldn't be playing that game! It sounds like it is rated M for Mature and that is not allowed at school." &lt;br /&gt;Do we live in a video game world, or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-2128850165440583818?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/2128850165440583818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=2128850165440583818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2128850165440583818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2128850165440583818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2010/03/rated-m.html' title='Rated M'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-5619994169253168630</id><published>2010-03-12T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T19:21:49.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite thing said to me today....</title><content type='html'>My favorite thing said to me today from a 4 year old at work.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to be like Jesus. Can I be like Jesus?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love it!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statement was then followed by, "Jesus saw a ghost... the ghost said boo... and Jesus said AHHHHH! then a boat sunk." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I liked the first part of our conversation. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-5619994169253168630?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/5619994169253168630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=5619994169253168630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5619994169253168630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5619994169253168630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2010/03/favorite-thing-said-to-me-today.html' title='Favorite thing said to me today....'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-2980156700652993071</id><published>2010-03-11T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:43:50.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I learned today...</title><content type='html'>1. being around grumpy people is much like wearing control top panty hose. annoying, uncomfortable, and flat out sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. watching a 4 year old eat a piece of chocolate cake can make all the difference in my day.... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-2980156700652993071?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/2980156700652993071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=2980156700652993071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2980156700652993071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2980156700652993071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-learned-today.html' title='I learned today...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-4491183874491576930</id><published>2010-02-25T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:33:42.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch frustrations and laughs</title><content type='html'>So, today I was frustrated at lunch cause little kiddos have touch you when they talk to you.... They get your attentions by grabbing your arm and tapping your leg. So, by the end of lunch today I had lunch on both arms of my sweatshirt and mash potatoes on the sides of my pants. In my frustration I snapped "kids... quit touching me!!!!" They were ok with it though... I felt bad. Well, I was laughing pretty hard also at lunch today cause this kid wouldn't eat her food cause she didn't "like" it. So, I told her how if we eat with our eyes closed we don't see it go in our mouths so we end up liking everything. so I showed her how I can eat with my eyes closed. It worked!!! She tried it and miraculously thought lunch wasn't  so bad anymore. She ate all her lunch - with her eyes closed of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-4491183874491576930?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/4491183874491576930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=4491183874491576930' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/4491183874491576930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/4491183874491576930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2010/02/lunch-frustrations-and-laughs.html' title='Lunch frustrations and laughs'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-3894185456394278368</id><published>2010-02-03T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:47:35.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>potty mouth</title><content type='html'>I have this one child that sometimes has a poor choice of language at school. And when I say child I'm talking about a 3rd grader. I would get sooo mad at this third grader for the words he'd choose to use and that he'd get in trouble over and over again and still use those words. Well, after this kid's father picked him up from school one day while saying in front of 30 other kids to his son "your in deep *&amp;%$", now I just feel sorry for the kid. Now it is hard to get mad at him. If only I could put the parent in time out. Some parents....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-3894185456394278368?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/3894185456394278368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=3894185456394278368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/3894185456394278368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/3894185456394278368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2010/02/potty-mouth.html' title='potty mouth'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-6343853390692179828</id><published>2010-01-29T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:23:14.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE CATS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d65a837b68f1be75" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd65a837b68f1be75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329937378%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D2BD6E781712C8C64BDC0666F84097EB024AECA.1388E8FBD2B6CD914855D5622A33A7BA3502E733%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd65a837b68f1be75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DopMf1axkNkv_HfQxokh4h6cmD_E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd65a837b68f1be75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329937378%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D2BD6E781712C8C64BDC0666F84097EB024AECA.1388E8FBD2B6CD914855D5622A33A7BA3502E733%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd65a837b68f1be75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DopMf1axkNkv_HfQxokh4h6cmD_E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate cats! This was a show &amp; tell a child brought to work... a "realistic" toy cat. I think I will have bad dreams tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-6343853390692179828?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/6343853390692179828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=6343853390692179828' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6343853390692179828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6343853390692179828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-cats.html' title='I HATE CATS!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-6919180550041249018</id><published>2010-01-27T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:57:11.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>toe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/S2Em_Wso47I/AAAAAAAAAME/RXRtxt6MWdo/s1600-h/downsized_0126001300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/S2Em_Wso47I/AAAAAAAAAME/RXRtxt6MWdo/s320/downsized_0126001300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431665495451952050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped something on my toe. I cried. It throbbed. But it is looking much better now. I should have took a picture with the blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-6919180550041249018?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/6919180550041249018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=6919180550041249018' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6919180550041249018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6919180550041249018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2010/01/toe.html' title='toe'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/S2Em_Wso47I/AAAAAAAAAME/RXRtxt6MWdo/s72-c/downsized_0126001300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-6931801537906676976</id><published>2010-01-04T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:24:45.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>squeaky toy heaven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/S0IkKNyW72I/AAAAAAAAAL8/_JwC8uVNuxM/s1600-h/0102001528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/S0IkKNyW72I/AAAAAAAAAL8/_JwC8uVNuxM/s320/0102001528.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422936659225669474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie Moose lives for squeaky toys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-6931801537906676976?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/6931801537906676976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=6931801537906676976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6931801537906676976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6931801537906676976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2010/01/squeaky-toy-heaven.html' title='squeaky toy heaven.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/S0IkKNyW72I/AAAAAAAAAL8/_JwC8uVNuxM/s72-c/0102001528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-5196282969875452220</id><published>2009-12-08T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:08:22.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thought of blindness opened my eyes to the bigger picture</title><content type='html'>We have the cutest kindergartner at school. No doubt all the teachers love her to death. She has the most amazing personality for a kindergartner. There is something really special about this kid... and we've all seen it since the very first day we've met her.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, last week we found out that she has a degenerative eye disease and is progressively going blind. First word of this news broke all of our hearts. The thought of her having to go through that and spend a majority of her life unable to see and experience all the discomfort and negative emotions that come with that...... &lt;br /&gt;But after thinking about it for a little while this isn't such a grim prognosis after all. For One, this kid is resilient. This is the type of kid who will find hope when the rest of the world sees none. This is the type of kid that will hold up and carry the torch of Joy when the rest of the world gives in to discouragement and despair. Yes, she's only a kindergartner... but like I said, there is something very special about her... &lt;br /&gt;... and Secondly, I've heard of and seen God heal much more complicated things than this. I believe God can heal her eyes. What an opportunity we have as her teachers to pray for that and call God's healing into her life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-5196282969875452220?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/5196282969875452220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=5196282969875452220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5196282969875452220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5196282969875452220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/12/thought-of-blindness-opened-my-eyes-to.html' title='The thought of blindness opened my eyes to the bigger picture'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-6179881343179025653</id><published>2009-11-05T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:32:03.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fudge</title><content type='html'>So, a kid a work today used the F word. When I talked to him about it, his explanation was:&lt;br /&gt;STudent: well, I said "you little fudger." &lt;br /&gt;Me: WEll, it did not sound like that... it sounded like the F word... I know you said the F word. &lt;br /&gt;Student: Well, I said "you little fudger." orrrrrrrrrrrrr at least thats that I MEANT to say. I might have accidently put a K in then and it came out as the F word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-6179881343179025653?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/6179881343179025653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=6179881343179025653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6179881343179025653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6179881343179025653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/11/fudge.html' title='Fudge'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-6584330242531509027</id><published>2009-10-27T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:27:51.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom of Children</title><content type='html'>So, today at work this little 5 year old tripped and had a pretty good fall. Bruised up his face really good with a decent gash to the left of his eye. His teacher felt absolutely horrible about it. She called his mom and his mom came to check on him to make sure he was ok and didn't need to go to the ER to get stitches. After getting the gash cleaned up and the bleeding stopped, this kid was doing pretty good. His teacher was telling his mom how it just made her feel sick to her stomach, she felt horrible. (just looking at his face made me feel queezy... it just looked painful!). Well, as his teacher was talking about how horrible she felt, this little boy said, "its ok Mrs. __________. its ok cause the medicine will make it feel better AND Jesus will heal my face. Right mom, Jesus will heal my face?" &lt;br /&gt;This sweet little kid consoling his teacher made me a little teary eyed..... what a doll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-6584330242531509027?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/6584330242531509027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=6584330242531509027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6584330242531509027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6584330242531509027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/10/wisdom-of-children.html' title='Wisdom of Children'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-6716476478607002912</id><published>2009-10-19T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:44:52.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thought of the day...</title><content type='html'>thought from work today: somedays it feels like some children truly are possessed by the devil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-6716476478607002912?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/6716476478607002912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=6716476478607002912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6716476478607002912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6716476478607002912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/10/thought-of-day.html' title='thought of the day...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-3163143218808057785</id><published>2009-10-02T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:40:07.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time out</title><content type='html'>So, time out is an effective way of disciplining children at work when they misbehave or don't listen. Because time out means they are missing out on something fun. Well, I've had many responses from the lovely children when I put them in time out. "I hate you." "your not my friend." "I'm so mad right now." But here are my three favorite time out responses from the past week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm so mad at you right now. I'm so mad. You don't know that I have a magic fist. my fist can punch the wall from here and I want to punch you in the face with my magic fist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I wish I could flip you off right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and this one is my favorite....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* You just wait till my lawyers hear about this... they will be in contact with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-3163143218808057785?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/3163143218808057785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=3163143218808057785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/3163143218808057785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/3163143218808057785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-out.html' title='time out'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-2150306159201255942</id><published>2009-09-17T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:33:33.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imaginations</title><content type='html'>Here is what I love about working with 4 year olds... keeping them entertained is so easy. Here is a conversation at recess today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Sara: Hey, how are today Francine (obviously I changed the name for public blogging purposes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francine: Good. Here hold this rock. Pretend this rock is a spider and its sitting in your hand. And pretend you like this spider and its your friend. your pet. And pretend you named it Ralph. And pretend this other rock is a spider too. And its your pet. And pretend you named it Frank. And pretend I came to borrow your pet spider. And pretend this handful of rocks is a handful of worms. But pretend you like worms. And pretend you are going to give them to me. And pretend I really like my gift. And pretend I let the spiders and the worms play together. And then pretend I returned your spiders after the day was over. And pretend they had so much fun playing with the worms. And pretend you tuck your spiders into bed. And pretend you read them a story. And pretend I come over cause I left 1 of my worms at your house. And pretend you invite me in for a cup of tea. And pretend then while we are drinking our tea, my worms go wake up your spiders. And pretend you get mad and yell at your spiders to go to bed. And pretend I make my worms go wait over here in the car............... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on and on and on this little story/acting out this story of the spiders and worms go....... till recess is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man that was hard entertaining this child. What a rough day.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-2150306159201255942?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/2150306159201255942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=2150306159201255942' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2150306159201255942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2150306159201255942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/09/imaginations.html' title='imaginations'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-9206430988948795287</id><published>2009-09-11T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:00:31.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandwich Surprise</title><content type='html'>I went grocery shopping late Wednesday night to buy a loaf of bread because I was CRAVING a peanut butter sandwich for days!!! So, Thursday morning I packed a lunch for work with my much prized peanut butter sandwich. At lunch, as I was handing out trays of beef burritos (eww) to the preschoolers all I could think about was my peanut butter sandwich waiting for me. Finally I sat down to eat my peanut butter sandwich (with extra extra peanut butter).... and about halfway in to eating my sandwich I bite into something green and hard, but soft at the same time... What is this in my peanut butter sandwich????? a green garbage bag tie. Now how did that get there? was it in the bread? The tie I took off the bread bag was one of the square plastic ones... so it wasn't what I had just taken off the bread bag.....was it in the peanut butter??? I am just baffled at how this got into my sandwich. Did it spoil my peanut butter sandwich appetite? oh no. I just quietly removed it... and finished consuming my peanut butter greatness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-9206430988948795287?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/9206430988948795287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=9206430988948795287' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/9206430988948795287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/9206430988948795287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/09/sandwich-surprise.html' title='Sandwich Surprise'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-2837277030095225696</id><published>2009-09-09T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:33:10.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I kissed a goat (and I liked it...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqfJ_Zs1yQI/AAAAAAAAALU/Un5jD7U0HOM/s1600-h/0908092032a_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqfJ_Zs1yQI/AAAAAAAAALU/Un5jD7U0HOM/s320/0908092032a_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379490370985249026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing at the fair this year: the goats!!! they are so cute. And they come in so many different looks... the floppy rabbit ear ones... the shorter pointy ear ones.... the cute little small ones... the ones the look like aliens and have no ears. And they have such funny personalities... (if you can say that a goat has a personality). They made me laugh a lot and warmed my heart when they'd give me a sweet little kiss. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-2837277030095225696?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/2837277030095225696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=2837277030095225696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2837277030095225696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2837277030095225696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-kissed-goat-and-i-liked-it.html' title='I kissed a goat (and I liked it...)'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqfJ_Zs1yQI/AAAAAAAAALU/Un5jD7U0HOM/s72-c/0908092032a_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-1122462427195815326</id><published>2009-09-08T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:45:07.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqZ66NpnalI/AAAAAAAAALM/xTyEG3E9ODU/s1600-h/0907090958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqZ66NpnalI/AAAAAAAAALM/xTyEG3E9ODU/s320/0907090958.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379121945455848018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wanted to get a pic of my car turning over 100,000 miles. I wanted a pic of 99,999.... but I missed it!!! I got distracted and I missed it!!!! I will never get the opportunity on this car to get a pic of 99,999 .... and then turning over to 100,000. :( oh well, this is the closest I'll get for a photo. And well, maybe there is a lesson to be learned about distractions... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-1122462427195815326?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/1122462427195815326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=1122462427195815326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1122462427195815326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1122462427195815326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-late.html' title='a little late'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqZ66NpnalI/AAAAAAAAALM/xTyEG3E9ODU/s72-c/0907090958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-7656604378322092631</id><published>2009-09-01T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:53:45.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/Sp3sQQawLPI/AAAAAAAAALE/oB5c_Dpi2sc/s1600-h/0901091727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/Sp3sQQawLPI/AAAAAAAAALE/oB5c_Dpi2sc/s320/0901091727.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376713294179478770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of my students misunderstood what this pencil was trying to get across as they were EATING this pencil. Kinda funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-7656604378322092631?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/7656604378322092631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=7656604378322092631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7656604378322092631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7656604378322092631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/09/ummm.html' title='Ummm......'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/Sp3sQQawLPI/AAAAAAAAALE/oB5c_Dpi2sc/s72-c/0901091727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-3456548035421038651</id><published>2009-08-27T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:59:50.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Economy</title><content type='html'>So, there is this cutest kindergartner. Well, we were at lunch one day and he always brings his lunch. On this particular day, those who had hot lunch got a yummmy sugar cookie with their lunch. This cute kindergartner with his own lunch asked "can I have a sugar cookie?" Well, the other teacher just kinda brushed this request off cause he had his own lunch. About 10 minutes later this child asked again, "can I have a sugar cookie?" The other teacher informed him, "The sugar cookies are only for those who purchase a hot lunch." This cute Kindergartner got a sad look on his face and about 1 minute later said... " Dad says when he gets a job we can afford cookies &amp; snacks in our lunch."  &lt;br /&gt;This statement was immediately followed by 2 teachers hearts breaking....... &lt;br /&gt;This cute Kindergartner then had 2 sugar cookies snuck to him....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-3456548035421038651?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/3456548035421038651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=3456548035421038651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/3456548035421038651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/3456548035421038651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/08/economy.html' title='Economy'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-684943330465685188</id><published>2009-08-21T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:32:23.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted House in August.</title><content type='html'>I came home last night from a little jog and with the front porch lights on I could see something I hadnt seen before: an intricate web system on both sides above my doorway. And what do ya know... there were its designers. One on the left side of the door... and one on the right side of the door. Huge cat face spiders. And did I mention, they were HUGE!!!!! I insisted that we get rid of them so I can spray down the webs. I didn't feel like being the creepy house on the street or the haunted looking house. So, My brave roommate, Alyson, put them in two different gatorade bottles and took them to work. I could not get as close to them as she did - gave me the chills. ick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-684943330465685188?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/684943330465685188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=684943330465685188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/684943330465685188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/684943330465685188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/08/haunted-house-in-august.html' title='Haunted House in August.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-443166805967954069</id><published>2009-08-19T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:31:30.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandra</title><content type='html'>In memory of Sandra Vargason Nov. 11, 1954 - Aug 10, 2009. The following is a little spiel I quickly put together to share at Sandra's memorial service. I found out the night before, so would have liked a little bit longer to put some thoughts together... but this is the first thing that flowed from my heart when I sat down and thought... "How do I honor Sandra in a 3 minute spiel" ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 5 years, every Sunday I walk in the doors of this church… I always make sure I look to the left back row seat right in front of the sound booth. I look to see if Sandra is present. Because IF Sandra is here it means a guaranteed hug and kiss for me. Selfish motives really.  Because there’s something special about a hug and a kiss on the cheek from Sandra. It’s a hug that is above and beyond any ordinary hug. A hug from Sandra was ALWAYS a hug packed full of unexplainable, supernatural, immeasurable amounts of encouragement, care, and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra was one of my biggest supporters and prayer warriors ever since I met her when I began working with Chi Alpha. She has encouraged me time and time and time again in the ministry I am a part of. … and I feel indebted to Sandra cause I feel like I wouldn’t be where I am without her. I know that her prayers have laid the foundation in what God has done in my life and in the ministry of Chi Alpha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, in fact, that Sandra Vargason has prayed prayers that have laid the foundation and made way for God to work in the lives of many, many, many people. We all know that Sandra had a special place in her heart for the young people. For the youth and for the college students --- And She was always willing to offer her home or her kitchen or her yard or her volleyball net or whatever she had…to be used by students. Sandra knew that God was up to good things in the lives of our students and she was always eager to sit down and hear stories about what God’s been doing. She really took a genuine interest in the lives of the students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what I absolutely loved about Sandra was that she was like a prayer sniper.  She would pinpoint specific college students who would come to church here. And she would ask me their name and she would tell me they were on "her list" and I knew exactly what she was talking about. She was praying for them…. And their lives probably won’t be the same because of Sandra Vargason….. But they don’t know that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the back row of the left side right in front of the sound booth the world has been changed.  From the back row of the left side right in front of the sound booth lives have been impacted…. My life has been impacted…. I am confident of that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dare to say, (and most people in the room here tonight will agree with me) that the domino affect of life after life after life after life being impacted by the love, and encouragement and faith and prayer life and hugs and kisses of Sandra Vargason is immeasurable and unimaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dearly miss those hugs…. packed full of supernatural encouragement, care, and love. It feels like there is something missing in the back row of the left side right in front of the sound booth. However… I rejoice with all of you in the life of Sandra… and I smile when I think of her with Jesus…  I take note of the example of the Christ centered life she displayed and am inspired by the life of love that she lived. And I want to go tell my students about Sandra’s life. . . and I want to tell them that she was praying for them… and explain to them the significance of that….  What a legacy that we are all really are apart of. I am thankful to God for the life and love of Sandra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-443166805967954069?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/443166805967954069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=443166805967954069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/443166805967954069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/443166805967954069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/08/sandra.html' title='Sandra'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-1161291208885138602</id><published>2009-08-13T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:22:44.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoyin' the fam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SoSR6MlbgnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ULeUoJtyFw0/s1600-h/0813090828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SoSR6MlbgnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ULeUoJtyFw0/s200/0813090828.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369577084729131634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you not enjoy time with these two precious things....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-1161291208885138602?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/1161291208885138602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=1161291208885138602' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1161291208885138602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1161291208885138602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/08/enjoyin-fam.html' title='Enjoyin&apos; the fam...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SoSR6MlbgnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ULeUoJtyFw0/s72-c/0813090828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-546985526478837759</id><published>2009-08-07T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:17:17.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat and Mouse.</title><content type='html'>I love the imagination of kiddos. Today one of the activities had our students get into groups and write a story. Here is the story 3 girls wrote... I thought it was hilarious cause it contained a few different twists in the average mouse/cat rivalry story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was this mouse named Mice. Now Mice was walking along one day and came upon Messy. Messy was a cat. Now Messy was really hungry and was going to eat Mice. However, Mice was just as hungry. When Mice came upon Messy Mice said "Hi." Then Mice ate Messy. Messy was still alive in Mice's stomach. So Mice grew and grew with Messy in its stomach. Mice was so bloated and big, he looked like a cat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-546985526478837759?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/546985526478837759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=546985526478837759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/546985526478837759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/546985526478837759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/08/cat-and-mouse.html' title='Cat and Mouse.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-7481012664835040929</id><published>2009-07-08T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:02:38.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grilled Chicken</title><content type='html'>Well, after a long drive back from Flathead lake, my roommates and I decided to just try some grilled chicken from KFC. I know, not the healthiest place to eat, but I do like that mac and cheese. So, I ordered a bucket of Grilled chicken and here is how my conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;Me: I would like a 8 piece bucket of grilled chicken... &lt;br /&gt;KFC: Ok, would you like original, crispy or grilled... &lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, Grilled please. and a side of mac and cheese and 4 biscuits.Oh, and 2 ice waters. &lt;br /&gt;KFC. Ok, so mac and cheese, 4 biscuits, and an 8 piece bucket. Now, was that Crispy, original, or grilled. &lt;br /&gt;Me: um, grilled please. &lt;br /&gt;KFC. Ok, and here are your 2 medium ice waters in large cups. I was out of medium cups so I just put it in a large cup but didn't charge you for a large water. And was that 8 piece original, crispy, or grilled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times must a girl have to say grilled!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and I'm so glad that I didn't have to pay for a LARGE ice water. ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda an entertaining trip to KFC...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-7481012664835040929?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/7481012664835040929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=7481012664835040929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7481012664835040929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/9139886726316588758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=9139886726316588758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/9139886726316588758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/9139886726316588758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/06/scooter-riding.html' title='Scooter Riding.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-6742505609405582201</id><published>2009-06-20T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:39:03.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/Sj0sQ_QoreI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lHtm0YMz2lU/s1600-h/0615091553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/Sj0sQ_QoreI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lHtm0YMz2lU/s200/0615091553.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349480602756754914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast with these two kiddos the last two days. They headed home today... :( I miss them already! They are the sweetest little kids that make me laugh all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-6742505609405582201?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/6742505609405582201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=6742505609405582201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6742505609405582201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6742505609405582201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/06/kiddos.html' title='kiddos'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/Sj0sQ_QoreI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lHtm0YMz2lU/s72-c/0615091553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-7680201294919552710</id><published>2009-06-12T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:39:55.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>So, I had a dream that my roommate Charissa owned 3 GIANT Guinea Pigs. One of them would always chase me and one time it got close enough that I was trying to hold him off by pushing him away with my hand on his forehead. Well, I got a good look, and its eyes were fogged over. I pushed him away enough that I could run and hide and it was so scary cause he chased me. I asked Charissa why his eyes were all foggy and she said "oh, cause he's blind." and I said "well, then why does he only chase me and ALWAYS chase me?" And she said, "well, he latches on to your scent." Of course, Charissa didn't care that this giant Guinea Pig was always trying to chase me to KILL ME... she thought it was quite funny. So, the rest of my dream was me trying to escape death from the GIANT foggy eyed killer Guinea Pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-7680201294919552710?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/7680201294919552710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=7680201294919552710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7680201294919552710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7680201294919552710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-1126917054409999812</id><published>2009-06-09T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:08:28.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider bites.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/Si7cuzUq-kI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KrGtonh7CGA/s1600-h/0609091556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/Si7cuzUq-kI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KrGtonh7CGA/s200/0609091556.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345452504344361538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been almost 3 weeks for my 5 spider bites. --- They still "burn" and hurt quite a bit... and are forming almost blood blister looking sores.  -  Are they getting better at all? I dunno...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-1126917054409999812?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/1126917054409999812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=1126917054409999812' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1126917054409999812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1126917054409999812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/06/spider-bites.html' title='Spider bites.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/Si7cuzUq-kI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KrGtonh7CGA/s72-c/0609091556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-2543243438293609016</id><published>2009-05-16T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:21:58.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yah, I've been horrible about blogging. . . dunno why. So, as I sit here, wide awake at 2 in the morning, wishing I were catching some much needed zzzz's... I thought I'd post something. But what? oh, I don't know. Cause although I am wide awake, my mind is pretty fried and dead. I pause to listen to my thoughts... but, all I hear is..... cars.... Its interesting how in the dead of night I can all of the sudden hear all the cars traveling on the near by highway. No way I hear that or notice that in the day time. And I don't think I hear it when I lay down to go to sleep. Only when sleep is being as evasive as it is being tonight do I notice the sound of cars and trucks on the highway. And there are so many of them at 2am. Where are they all going? Its not like I live in New York or California or a city that never sleeps. No, Pocatello definitely sleeps. Perkins closes at 9pm. Pocatello sleeps. But Sara who lives in Pocatello, tonight, doesn't sleep. . . . . . . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-2543243438293609016?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/2543243438293609016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=2543243438293609016' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2543243438293609016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2543243438293609016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/05/yah-ive-been-horrible-about-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-550635389224759180</id><published>2009-02-17T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:41:17.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ishmael Beah</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5K4yhPSQEzo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LONG WAY GONE: MEMOIRS OF A BOY SOLDIER --- This is a great book to read... very well written, but very hard to read and understand what these children experience and go through. I loved the above interview with Ishmael... It is amazing how he has come out of these experiences and as he says how he has learned how to transform his experiences and learn from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-550635389224759180?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/550635389224759180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=550635389224759180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/550635389224759180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/550635389224759180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/02/ishmael-beah.html' title='Ishmael Beah'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-8403054426845080821</id><published>2009-01-22T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:10:12.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be informed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SXjerwfiCpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/p54fKdyPqso/s1600-h/packshot.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 95px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SXjerwfiCpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/p54fKdyPqso/s320/packshot.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294226205306915474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blackgoldmovie.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to become a more informed consumer! I think its important that we know where the products we purchase come from. Am I drinking an amazing cup of joe? or am I drinking an amazing cup of joe that the hands that farmed the beans to make my amazing cup of coffee are the hands of a dying man cause he can't get paid a fair wage for his product?  Did my coffee come from a farmer that slaves his whole life away, not able to support his family and because of that his children can't get an education let alone nutrition to live a normal healthy life? Am I drinking a product that through the process of production the farmers are getting poorer and the middle man keeps getting richer? What am I consuming? &lt;br /&gt;Buy fair trade coffee... and look into the other products you consume. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-8403054426845080821?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/8403054426845080821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=8403054426845080821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8403054426845080821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8403054426845080821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/01/be-informed.html' title='Be informed'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SXjerwfiCpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/p54fKdyPqso/s72-c/packshot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-3477280356078357388</id><published>2009-01-13T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:13:39.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wants to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SWz10WN7WpI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MydSuxfSgt8/s1600-h/Lizard+Dulcimer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SWz10WN7WpI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MydSuxfSgt8/s320/Lizard+Dulcimer.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290873941919488658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teach me how to play the dulcimer??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-3477280356078357388?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/3477280356078357388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=3477280356078357388' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/3477280356078357388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/3477280356078357388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-wants-to.html' title='Who wants to....'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SWz10WN7WpI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MydSuxfSgt8/s72-c/Lizard+Dulcimer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-7135311339037658089</id><published>2009-01-11T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:06:48.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SWp54AU44tI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pn-ki98H8cA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 85px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SWp54AU44tI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pn-ki98H8cA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290174715367318226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, really didn't like this book - It def. wasn't an easy read and it just makes you walk away from it wondering "what are we, as humanity, really capable of?" To the core is there something in us that causes us to just resort to animal instincts and behavior when all we know of is lost or can we continue to be capable of living out of kindness, compassion, and care towards others? I believe mostly the latter would be at the core of human existence, however this book seemed to point otherwise and I do have to admit there are a lot of times and instances past and present where we hear of the afore mentioned being what is more prevalent in humankind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-7135311339037658089?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/7135311339037658089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=7135311339037658089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7135311339037658089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7135311339037658089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/01/blindness.html' title='Blindness'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SWp54AU44tI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pn-ki98H8cA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-4314430719386030863</id><published>2009-01-07T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:54:38.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are people thinking?</title><content type='html'>Do you ask yourself that often? "What were they thinking?" &lt;br /&gt;Coming home from Christmas I was taking a shuttle home from Salt Lake City Airport. Well, we stopped at a gas station and while the driver ran inside real quick one of the other passengers got off the bus. A minute later I looked out my window and here was that passenger right outside my window leaning over the gas pump smoking his cigarette. I looked over at the guy sitting across the isle from me cause we both noticed this man at the same time - the guy across the isle jumped off the bus and told smoking man to put out his cigarette. The smoking man seemed somewhat annoyed! Hello, Highly Flammable! What the heck was he thinking? I feel like I almost got blown up that night... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-4314430719386030863?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/4314430719386030863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=4314430719386030863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/4314430719386030863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/4314430719386030863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-are-people-thinking.html' title='What are people thinking?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-7950892272546956964</id><published>2008-12-22T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:59:19.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Parents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SU_-aLX560I/AAAAAAAAAJs/6kQ9ETTV17Q/s1600-h/1220081135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SU_-aLX560I/AAAAAAAAAJs/6kQ9ETTV17Q/s320/1220081135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282720613611989826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SU_-Z2Ps0JI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yLvITqKF9C8/s1600-h/1220081124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SU_-Z2Ps0JI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yLvITqKF9C8/s320/1220081124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282720607940432018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SU_-ZtVkpyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fZohbc4i6OY/s1600-h/1220081125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SU_-ZtVkpyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fZohbc4i6OY/s320/1220081125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282720605549143842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out east visiting my parents. We've had a lot of fun so far. We've seen Santa, went to a hockey game, and went ice skating. Here is something I've found somewhat bothersome this trip...My dog Chancie usually hates cats. I've learned this visit that his best friend across the street..... is a cat! Its really funny... he loves that cat so much. He stands out in the front yard and looks for Sanders and waits for him, then they meet halfway (in the middle of the street) and touch noses and say hi. Its really funny. I'm not sure how he can like a cat so much, but he does. I'll get over, I guess. He can like the cat. I will continue to dislike cats!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-7950892272546956964?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/7950892272546956964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=7950892272546956964' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7950892272546956964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7950892272546956964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/12/visiting-parents.html' title='Visiting Parents.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SU_-aLX560I/AAAAAAAAAJs/6kQ9ETTV17Q/s72-c/1220081135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-1424322540898928487</id><published>2008-12-14T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:16:42.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>So, the other day at work I had two 2nd graders who were on the playground complaining to me that they were bored and had no one to play with. I suggested that they play with each other. That wasn't an acceptable idea cause one was a girl and one was a boy and for the most part boys and girls dont play together in 2nd grade. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that failed idea, I suggested that they go think together and answer a question for me. I asked them to go solve the problem of world peace. How can we attain world peace in our lifetime? I was expecting them to look at me and say "huh?" or give me a "thats a ridiculous idea" look. But they didn't. They looked at me, looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and said "ok." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they took off together and in less than 2 minutes they were back. "Miss Sara, we answered your question. We solved the problem of world peace." &lt;br /&gt;"oh did you?" I asked. "What would that be?" expecting some nonsense answer (I know - shame on me... kids are smarter than we think) &lt;br /&gt;Their response:&lt;br /&gt;"There will be peace when Jesus comes back and touches the world." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them they were brilliant! And after putting their heads together and solving all the world's problems, they were now ok with running off and playing with each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-1424322540898928487?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/1424322540898928487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=1424322540898928487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1424322540898928487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1424322540898928487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/12/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-5643032582855598295</id><published>2008-11-14T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:12:48.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SR3azIR0DrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Pl5HQ0etFL8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SR3azIR0DrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Pl5HQ0etFL8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268607711023730354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this book got mixed reviews, I have grown to be rather fond of it. I went through a variety of emotions while reading it... love it, hate it, love it, hate it... but my final overall conclusion is that I reallllllllllly liked it! Although, there maybe some theological views that I disagree with, put all that aside, I got a lot out of this book... Pick it up - see for yourself....what will your finally conclusion be? Just remember reading is like eating chicken, you throw out the bad stuff and keep the good meat - we can't be foolish and throw out the whole chicken... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-5643032582855598295?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/5643032582855598295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=5643032582855598295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5643032582855598295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5643032582855598295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/11/shack.html' title='The Shack'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SR3azIR0DrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Pl5HQ0etFL8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-3046773579848415350</id><published>2008-11-07T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:50:31.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SRR-5qEbRJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4R-Z1k-HhdE/s1600-h/cover-TheRoad-blaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SRR-5qEbRJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4R-Z1k-HhdE/s320/cover-TheRoad-blaze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265973393313449106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was an enjoyable read... A story of a boy and his father trying to survive when there isn't much left of the world. Everyone who is still alive is tainted and bitter by the way things are now compared to what they once were. They only look after themselves no matter what it cost others...The boy in this story, however, never knew the world as it once was, therefore doesn't have experiences or comparisons to taint or smother his love, concern, and compassion for others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-3046773579848415350?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/3046773579848415350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=3046773579848415350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/3046773579848415350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/3046773579848415350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/11/road.html' title='The Road'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SRR-5qEbRJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4R-Z1k-HhdE/s72-c/cover-TheRoad-blaze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-4167798024140551839</id><published>2008-10-05T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:57:00.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SOmMLjIkloI/AAAAAAAAAHo/O6C1QRmKJ9s/s1600-h/sckaBEoPRYHvNVgN1e0abNlE3REZCEAj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SOmMLjIkloI/AAAAAAAAAHo/O6C1QRmKJ9s/s400/sckaBEoPRYHvNVgN1e0abNlE3REZCEAj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253884570342037122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want some fun check out yearbookyourself.com &lt;br /&gt;it can get pretty hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-4167798024140551839?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/4167798024140551839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=4167798024140551839' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/4167798024140551839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/4167798024140551839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/10/old-pics.html' title='Old pics...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SOmMLjIkloI/AAAAAAAAAHo/O6C1QRmKJ9s/s72-c/sckaBEoPRYHvNVgN1e0abNlE3REZCEAj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-7052248813241597992</id><published>2008-10-02T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:01:44.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an American.</title><content type='html'>Katharine Lee Bates, born in 1829, believed that through literature, human values could be revealed and developed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why in 1883 she wrote the words to America the Beautiful. I've never truly read or paid attention to the words... But as the song was sung in church the other Sunday I was struck by some of the lyrics... I hear a lot lately about the negative aspects of our country - how horrible the state of the U.S is because of "this" and because of "that". As always, the negative is always the focus and it begins to seem that there is all bad and no good. Let us remember that there is A LOT of GOOD in America. Rather than complaining and building an inner resentment or hatred for aspects of our country maybe we should take the advice of Gandhi and "BE THE CHANGE you want to see in the world." Let us build upon the good so much that the negative and the things we don't like will eventually drown in the shadows of the GOOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful for spacious skies,&lt;br /&gt;For amber waves of grain,&lt;br /&gt;For purple mountain majesties&lt;br /&gt;Above the fruited plain!&lt;br /&gt;America! America!&lt;br /&gt;God shed his grace on thee&lt;br /&gt;And crown thy good with brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;From sea to shining sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful for pilgrim feet&lt;br /&gt;Whose stern impassioned stress&lt;br /&gt;A thoroughfare of freedom beat&lt;br /&gt;Across the wilderness!&lt;br /&gt;America! America!&lt;br /&gt;God mend thine every flaw,&lt;br /&gt;Confirm thy soul in self-control,&lt;br /&gt;Thy liberty in law!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful for heroes proved&lt;br /&gt;In liberating strife.&lt;br /&gt;Who more than self their country loved&lt;br /&gt;And mercy more than life!&lt;br /&gt;America! America!&lt;br /&gt;May God thy gold refine&lt;br /&gt;Till all success be nobleness&lt;br /&gt;And every gain divine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful for patriot dream&lt;br /&gt;That sees beyond the years&lt;br /&gt;Thine alabaster cities gleam&lt;br /&gt;Undimmed by human tears!&lt;br /&gt;America! America!&lt;br /&gt;God shed his grace on thee&lt;br /&gt;And crown thy good with brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;From sea to shining sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful for halcyon skies,&lt;br /&gt;For amber waves of grain,&lt;br /&gt;For purple mountain majesties&lt;br /&gt;Above the enameled plain!&lt;br /&gt;America! America!&lt;br /&gt;God shed his grace on thee&lt;br /&gt;Till souls wax fair as earth and air&lt;br /&gt;And music-hearted sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful for pilgrims feet,&lt;br /&gt;Whose stem impassioned stress&lt;br /&gt;A thoroughfare for freedom beat&lt;br /&gt;Across the wilderness!&lt;br /&gt;America! America!&lt;br /&gt;God shed his grace on thee&lt;br /&gt;Till paths be wrought through&lt;br /&gt;wilds of thought&lt;br /&gt;By pilgrim foot and knee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful for glory-tale&lt;br /&gt;Of liberating strife&lt;br /&gt;When once and twice,&lt;br /&gt;for man's avail&lt;br /&gt;Men lavished precious life!&lt;br /&gt;America! America!&lt;br /&gt;God shed his grace on thee&lt;br /&gt;Till selfish gain no longer stain&lt;br /&gt;The banner of the free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beautiful for patriot dream&lt;br /&gt;That sees beyond the years&lt;br /&gt;Thine alabaster cities gleam&lt;br /&gt;Undimmed by human tears!&lt;br /&gt;America! America!&lt;br /&gt;God shed his grace on thee&lt;br /&gt;Till nobler men keep once again&lt;br /&gt;Thy whiter jubilee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-7052248813241597992?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/7052248813241597992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=7052248813241597992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7052248813241597992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7052248813241597992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-american.html' title='I&apos;m an American.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-3215188738024608295</id><published>2008-09-29T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:04:25.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kids...</title><content type='html'>so, at work today a 4 year old and I were talking.... He said something about a Spiderman costume... so, I replied with "oh, are you going to be Spiderman for Halloween?" He said, "no I'm going to be a butt." So, I was being a smart alec and said "oh, where do you find a costume like that?" And he replied "I take a picture of my butt and put it on my face." &lt;br /&gt;Where does a 4yr old come up with this stuff???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-3215188738024608295?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/3215188738024608295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=3215188738024608295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/3215188738024608295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/3215188738024608295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/09/kids.html' title='kids...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-2940998920919255241</id><published>2008-09-27T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:40:16.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WASTE NO MORE</title><content type='html'>I was a little disturbed when I went to the gas station yesterday to pick my roommate and I up a little soda. I chose a 20oz fountain soda for each of us... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to the register to check out with my two 20oz the cashier told me, "oh the big 44 oz sodas are on sale for cheaper"... I responded with "well, I didn't want to get the big ones cause I would just throw it away, there is no way I can drink 44 oz of soda... 20 oz in itself is plenty." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cashier went on trying to convince me that I should go dump out the cups that I had already filled and purchase a 44 oz cause it was cheaper than a 20oz.... I refused.... He thought I was crazy!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think about what a wasteful society we live in. It seems like most live in an attitude of who cares if it will be wasteful or not -- who cares what is better for others or for the environment... its all about what benefits ME the most... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are probably things in my life where I am wasteful and I can improve that... I will keep trying. I refuse to knowingly be apart of useless consumption. Who cares if I could have saved 50 cents if I bought the big soda! I wouldn't drink it!!! I would waste it, throw it away, pour it down the drain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of waste... When will Pocatello ever come to its senses and be more pro-active with recycling! K, sorry, just had to get that off my chest... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of waste... ladies... checkout www.divacup.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... I'm done...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-2940998920919255241?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/2940998920919255241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=2940998920919255241' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2940998920919255241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2940998920919255241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/09/waste-no-more.html' title='WASTE NO MORE'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-1152968534439856605</id><published>2008-09-14T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:41:11.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo' Montana pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SM3mVAMyGOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cfizP7o_TA4/s1600-h/0914081107a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SM3mVAMyGOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cfizP7o_TA4/s320/0914081107a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246102389461752034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SM3mVFLV8sI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YphtW71qzZM/s1600-h/0914081107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SM3mVFLV8sI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YphtW71qzZM/s320/0914081107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246102390797890242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SM3mVadEd-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/gfQreodUNNk/s1600-h/0913081834a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SM3mVadEd-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/gfQreodUNNk/s320/0913081834a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246102396509386722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SM3mVu1aV_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Lepj6jvctd0/s1600-h/0913081834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SM3mVu1aV_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Lepj6jvctd0/s320/0913081834.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246102401980192754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute niece and nephew. Colleen and Nolan love to party.... I love to party with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-1152968534439856605?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/1152968534439856605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=1152968534439856605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1152968534439856605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1152968534439856605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/09/montana_14.html' title='Mo&apos; Montana pics...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SM3mVAMyGOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cfizP7o_TA4/s72-c/0914081107a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-7326831158920625286</id><published>2008-09-13T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:46:28.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MONTANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SMw0ek5YKmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-sJYtb6GL7o/s1600-h/colleen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SMw0ek5YKmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-sJYtb6GL7o/s320/colleen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245625365884840546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SMw0e9_1iTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7-xzeUbDJ3o/s1600-h/downsized_0913081001%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SMw0e9_1iTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7-xzeUbDJ3o/s320/downsized_0913081001%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245625372622817586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SMw0ewzFeqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VqUPtY_76Ok/s1600-h/nolan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SMw0ewzFeqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VqUPtY_76Ok/s320/nolan2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245625369079675554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having fun in Montana with the family and niece and nephew! Just thought I'd share a few pics with you of the cuties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-7326831158920625286?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/7326831158920625286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=7326831158920625286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7326831158920625286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7326831158920625286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/09/montana.html' title='MONTANA'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SMw0ek5YKmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-sJYtb6GL7o/s72-c/colleen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-3927673723135186146</id><published>2008-09-03T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:13:04.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>So today one of my dear children at work, who is a 3rd grader, told me that she decided that I must smoke since my teeth are yellow and I got sick and coughed a lot. I told her I drink too much coffee, and I cough because, and ONLY because, I was sick... she didn't believe me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between boys and girls.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preschoolers play house a lot. When the girls play its is the normal "I'm the mom... you're the kid... and you're our pet rabbit... this is the couch... and this is the stove. Come eat some yummmy mud pie..." Something along those lines. &lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday I learned what is like when boys play house. I'm standing with my back to some preschoolers on the playground and I hear the boys playing house... "This is the couch... You're the dad.... You're the uncle... This is the tv... This is the bathroom..." Then there was a short time of silence followed by the sound pssssstttt psssssttt psssssst...  I turn around and three boys had their pants dropped to the ground while they are all pretend peeing in the "bathroom" sandbox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-3927673723135186146?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/3927673723135186146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=3927673723135186146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/3927673723135186146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/3927673723135186146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/09/children.html' title='Children'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-2540602411226903666</id><published>2008-09-02T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:26:53.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The sciatic nerve (also known as the ischiatic nerve) is a large nerve that starts in the lower back and runs through the buttock and down the lower limb. It is the longest and widest single nerve in the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to sleep well for two nights cause my sciatic nerve is pinched. IT HURTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-2540602411226903666?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/2540602411226903666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=2540602411226903666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2540602411226903666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2540602411226903666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/09/ouch.html' title='OUCH!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-5848412700647856368</id><published>2008-08-20T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T06:59:52.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling Dog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SKwizUU1hmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Iugvwpg3zs8/s1600-h/downsized_0818081036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SKwizUU1hmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Iugvwpg3zs8/s320/downsized_0818081036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236598731749820002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend when we were getting ready to head back to Pocatello from Flat Head Lake, Montana, Sadie Moose was so excited to leave or didn't want us to leave her behind that she chose to jump in the trunk with the luggage. She sat there for quite some time as we continued to get ready to depart. Sadie and Autumn are such good traveling dogs. I'd take 'em anywhere. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-5848412700647856368?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/5848412700647856368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=5848412700647856368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5848412700647856368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5848412700647856368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/08/traveling-dog.html' title='Traveling Dog.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SKwizUU1hmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Iugvwpg3zs8/s72-c/downsized_0818081036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-8264401599488579870</id><published>2008-08-10T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T08:36:50.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy things in life...</title><content type='html'>Morning coffee... mmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-8264401599488579870?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/8264401599488579870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=8264401599488579870' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8264401599488579870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8264401599488579870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-things-in-life.html' title='Happy things in life...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-8492404739045453242</id><published>2008-08-04T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:08:04.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let apperances deceive you...</title><content type='html'>If someone would have told me when I woke up this morning that I would start my day with a throbbing finger from a rodent bite, I would have laughed at them. &lt;br /&gt;Well, let me tell you how that came to be...  the school's pet Hamster has been MIA for several weeks now. She somehow escaped her cage. Well, she appeared and plain sight today in the kitchen. I didn't think twice when I thought "well, I will just pick her up and put her back in the cage." Well, no one told me that this particular pet has a reputation that precedes her. SHE'S MEAN!!! &lt;br /&gt;So, when I caught her, she lived up to her reputation and swung her head around and grabbed a hold of my finger. Stupid rodent bit me. My gut instinct was to fling her off my hand halfway across the kitchen. Which she took as an opportunity to escape again and hide behind the cabinets. Therefore, she is still MIA and my finger is throbbing for nothing. She got a pretty good grip as my finger bled for quite sometime and there is pretty deep bite mark. Why do we have such a mean "class pet"? Even one of the kids said to me, "we should just kill that stupid thing." I don't like this Hamster. She's on my bad side right now. She's not a domesticated pet. She's a vicious animal. They look cute sometimes with their glassy beady eyes... but, no.... their eyes don't show their true character. evil. evil hamsters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-8492404739045453242?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/8492404739045453242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=8492404739045453242' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8492404739045453242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8492404739045453242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-let-apperances-deceive-you.html' title='Don&apos;t let apperances deceive you...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-2831920007705525091</id><published>2008-07-13T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:28:09.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SHqOmyK6N3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aoIqoyT6c0s/s1600-h/IMG_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SHqOmyK6N3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aoIqoyT6c0s/s320/IMG_0546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222643514843215730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SHqOnBE9kTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1yjOwqdwL-4/s1600-h/IMG_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SHqOnBE9kTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1yjOwqdwL-4/s320/IMG_0547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222643518844801330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SHqOnUdgNSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BJJv97jxZYo/s1600-h/IMG_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SHqOnUdgNSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BJJv97jxZYo/s320/IMG_0550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222643524048008482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Niece loves tea parties. So today we made big plans to get dressed up and go out to tea. Well, after a run around of driving to 3 different places for tea and each not working out cause they were way too busy - we ended up all dressed up at Burger King. We grabbed a quick dinner and some "princess" crowns and went back home and had our own tea party, which in my opinion ended up being the best tea party we could have had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-2831920007705525091?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/2831920007705525091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=2831920007705525091' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2831920007705525091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2831920007705525091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/07/tea-party.html' title='Tea Party'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SHqOmyK6N3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aoIqoyT6c0s/s72-c/IMG_0546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-322858036569432934</id><published>2008-07-11T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:54:50.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangin' with the fam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SHeB6OFEpyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MIvGEZsHCiQ/s1600-h/IMG_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SHeB6OFEpyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MIvGEZsHCiQ/s320/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221785130171148066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SHeB6tOwPuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RIIQzYJiPjA/s1600-h/IMG_0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SHeB6tOwPuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RIIQzYJiPjA/s320/IMG_0533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221785138533252834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SHeB7Ps9WuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UzHCCoi_zNE/s1600-h/IMG_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SHeB7Ps9WuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UzHCCoi_zNE/s320/IMG_0537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221785147786746594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the east coast hangin' out with my family. This morning my dad, mom, sister, niece, nephew and I all went to the Boyds Bear factory and had breakfast. We had a great time eating breakfast and hangin' out with walking stuffed bears while we ourselves were overstuffed from an excellent breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-322858036569432934?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/322858036569432934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=322858036569432934' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/322858036569432934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/322858036569432934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/07/hangin-with-fam.html' title='Hangin&apos; with the fam...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SHeB6OFEpyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MIvGEZsHCiQ/s72-c/IMG_0520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-3185932943244877892</id><published>2008-07-02T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:14:58.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on leg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SGxR_PlKXXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4ozfMlJC7lo/s1600-h/leg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SGxR_PlKXXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4ozfMlJC7lo/s320/leg2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218636215171571058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-3185932943244877892?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/3185932943244877892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=3185932943244877892' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/3185932943244877892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/3185932943244877892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-on-leg.html' title='Update on leg.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SGxR_PlKXXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4ozfMlJC7lo/s72-c/leg2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-9186485229190644274</id><published>2008-06-30T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T17:20:50.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love softball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SGl3uGpWiUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qQHPjePZfko/s1600-h/leg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SGl3uGpWiUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qQHPjePZfko/s320/leg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217833277227174210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first softball injury last night. Sliding into second base I had a huge chunk of skin removed. Its a little worse than I originally thought, its still oozing plenty of puss today. I do hope it doesn't scar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-9186485229190644274?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/9186485229190644274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=9186485229190644274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/9186485229190644274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/9186485229190644274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-softball.html' title='I love softball'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SGl3uGpWiUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qQHPjePZfko/s72-c/leg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-5352890593520367921</id><published>2008-06-25T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:19:32.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days or something like that. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SGJTw9GYcWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZxyYVpu4nWw/s1600-h/m_56f47212717c67ff1a128bd598e564ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SGJTw9GYcWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZxyYVpu4nWw/s400/m_56f47212717c67ff1a128bd598e564ea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215823418948612450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I get to visit!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-5352890593520367921?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/5352890593520367921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=5352890593520367921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5352890593520367921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5352890593520367921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/06/9-days-or-something-like-that.html' title='9 days or something like that. . .'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SGJTw9GYcWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZxyYVpu4nWw/s72-c/m_56f47212717c67ff1a128bd598e564ea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-5326973390378124621</id><published>2008-06-17T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T07:25:04.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Recommendation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SFfIcY9FLvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VBCzFgUYljA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SFfIcY9FLvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VBCzFgUYljA/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212855483765174002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Winner of both the Grand Jury Prize and the Audience Award at the 2006 Sundance Film Festival, GOD GREW TIRED OF US explores the indomitable spirit of three “Lost Boys” from the Sudan who leave their homeland, triumph over seemingly insurmountable adversities and move to America, where they build active and fulfilling new lives but remain deeply committed to helping the friends and family they have left behind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great National Geographic film. Looking for something to do this weekend? Go rent God Grew Tired of Us. Wanna know more. www.godgrewtiredofus.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-5326973390378124621?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/5326973390378124621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=5326973390378124621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5326973390378124621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5326973390378124621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/06/movie-recommendation.html' title='Movie Recommendation'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SFfIcY9FLvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VBCzFgUYljA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-6848195290155356290</id><published>2008-06-11T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T17:56:21.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SFBuLmYMASI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RssIr91GuI8/s1600-h/1576834816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SFBuLmYMASI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RssIr91GuI8/s400/1576834816.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210785914427277602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished this book a really enjoyed it. It was an easy quick read but very convicting. I feel like a lot of this book was just echoing what my heart has been telling me all along. Michael Yaconelli was able to put words to what I've been feeling/thinking. I loved it. Just to give you a taste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most critical issue facing Christians is not abortion, pornography, the disintegration of family, moral absolutes, MTV, drugs, racism, sexuality, or school prayer. The critical issue today is dullness. We have lost our astonishment. The Good News is no longer good news, it is okay news. Christianity is no longer life changing it is life enhancing. Jesus doesn't change people into wide-eyed radicals anymore, He changes them into "nice people". If Christianity is simply about being nice, I'm not interested."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, yes, if its just about being nice, I'm not interested. Deep down we all know that there is more to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaconelli states "Jump First. Fear Later." Oh yes, I often fear first and maybe later get around to jumping. When I hear "Jump First" I get an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. The reason for this is because the first thing that comes to mind is my extreme fear of heights. There is no way I can ever just jump off of something and then let fear be an afterthought. Well, maybe there is but hasn't happened yet. For the few that have seen me over the years try to overcome my fear of heights it is not a pretty sight. Jumping off of tall things brings me to tears. (yes, just ask the team of students I took on a spring break mission trip this past March. There was their fearless leader shakin' in her shoes with tears running down her face full of nothing but fear and hesitation.) I did eventually jump but was emotionally scarred for awhile. It felt like a part of me died on the inside. I'm just about over it now, but I can't imagine if I find myself in the same position next year what it will be like. I would just rather avoid such a situation. :) However, away from the context of jumping off of tall things, I have jumped first and feared later when it comes to my relationship with God or things he's asked me to do. And it has always been well worth it. I feel though that sometimes that I forget that... When it comes to God, jumping is always worth it. Jump first, fear later. Yes, sounds like a good idea. I think I'll continue trying that one....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-6848195290155356290?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/6848195290155356290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=6848195290155356290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6848195290155356290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6848195290155356290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/06/dangerous-wonder.html' title='Dangerous Wonder'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SFBuLmYMASI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RssIr91GuI8/s72-c/1576834816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-4955719868495855014</id><published>2008-06-07T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T21:13:07.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky is Falling</title><content type='html'>So, this last week I was at the park with the kids at work. And as I was walking along side the playground watching the kids play I was stopped in my tracks by two fairly large sticks falling to the ground in front of me. I quickly looked around thinking, "Which one of my children would throw sticks at me?... WHAT is going on?" Before I could completely finish that thought.... PLOP! A squirrel lands next to me on its side. Poor guy. I laughed... What kind of squirrel falls over 30 feet out of a tree? I had to deter my children from gathering too close to the squirrel while he slowly got up and slowly made his way back to the tree. I almost felt bad for the little guy, but still kind of laughed on the inside... I've never come close to being hit by a squirrel falling out of a tree. I've been hit with bird poop several times, but never a squirrel falling from the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-4955719868495855014?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/4955719868495855014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=4955719868495855014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/4955719868495855014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/4955719868495855014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/06/sky-is-falling.html' title='The Sky is Falling'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-6853565870664173320</id><published>2008-05-29T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:21:14.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Summer Reads...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt; - Good book. Sad. Depressing. But written well. Captivating. &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;              Horrible movie. Lost any of the magic that the book had. Was a bore. &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;              In other words... read the book. don't watch the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Into the Wild&lt;/span&gt; - Great book. Quick read, but gets ya thinking. Causes you to put yourself into Christopher McCandless' shoes. Very intriguing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Beautiful movie. Captures what the book captures. Enjoyable story, &lt;br /&gt;                even worth watching for the gorgeous scenery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                In other words... read the book AND watch the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-6853565870664173320?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/6853565870664173320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=6853565870664173320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6853565870664173320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6853565870664173320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/05/movies-and-books-re.html' title='Recent Summer Reads...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-7467604641191185839</id><published>2008-05-18T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:24:41.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot.</title><content type='html'>It got way too hot here way too fast. Was 91 today. a couple of days ago it was in the 70s. what happened to the gradual incline? I don't do well in the heat. It makes me lethargic and makes me feel sick. I also don't want to eat when its so hot outside. My body pretty much hates it. I'm going to be the opposite of a snowbird when I get old... I'm going to be a HotBird. I will flock to cold weather climates during the heat of the summer. And I will live in Pocatello and enjoy the cold winter, always praying for it to be a long one. Yes. thats me. A Hotbird. Flockin' to the snow covered mountains... I don't have a "tropical" dream vacation. No way, send me to the chilly mountains. I don't like laying on a beach. No way, I'd rather jump into a freezing mountain lake. Sunbathing? No way, I cover up my flesh to protect it from the sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-7467604641191185839?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/7467604641191185839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=7467604641191185839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7467604641191185839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7467604641191185839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/05/hot.html' title='Hot.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-2241544172771101742</id><published>2008-04-18T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:06:28.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughs</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday at work my day was totally made by this one kid... Here's the story... &lt;br /&gt;Several boys (2-4th grade) were playing basketball. For the most part all the boys were pretty athletic and were getting into the game. Well, there was this one boy, we will call him Frankie, who isn't very coordinated and athletic but was enjoying trying to keep up with the rest of the boys. At one point in the game the young man who was dominating the game yelled to Frankie... Frankie Frankie, SCREEN! SCREEN! Frankie, who doesn't know much about basketball, stopped in his tracks looks around for a split second and then at the top of his lungs screams like a girl!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, I was dying laughing. that was the funniest thing I've seen in awhile. Frankie not only did this once but twice. After the second time a fellow teacher of my stopped the game and showed Frankie what a SCREE NNNNN, (emphasis on the N) was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-2241544172771101742?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/2241544172771101742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=2241544172771101742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2241544172771101742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2241544172771101742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/04/laughs.html' title='Laughs'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-6387736096106917498</id><published>2008-04-17T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:14:07.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SAd24Z5_TII/AAAAAAAAADw/SH3tlcdABss/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SAd24Z5_TII/AAAAAAAAADw/SH3tlcdABss/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190247806966647938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cravings are easily discarded. Some I go for weeks and just cant curve my cravings. I had to go to the store late last night cause after over a week I couldn't get the Toaster Strudel out of my mind. It was yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-6387736096106917498?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/6387736096106917498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=6387736096106917498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6387736096106917498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6387736096106917498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/04/cravings.html' title='Cravings'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SAd24Z5_TII/AAAAAAAAADw/SH3tlcdABss/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-6919762995259213039</id><published>2008-04-12T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:12:30.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FROZEN FOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SAGHYJ5_THI/AAAAAAAAADI/5gPGWMri_IA/s1600-h/IMG_2701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SAGHYJ5_THI/AAAAAAAAADI/5gPGWMri_IA/s320/IMG_2701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188577094753274994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I at the NCAA Hockey finals in Denver, Co...&lt;br /&gt;If you love hockey ... this is a great event to take in some excellent hockey, mingle with others who have a love for the game, and just have some flat out fun. For those of you who don't know Boston College are the 2008 NCAA champs as they beat Notre Dame who made it to the finals for the first time in history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-6919762995259213039?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/6919762995259213039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=6919762995259213039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6919762995259213039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6919762995259213039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/04/frozen-four.html' title='FROZEN FOUR'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SAGHYJ5_THI/AAAAAAAAADI/5gPGWMri_IA/s72-c/IMG_2701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-4100395667430782425</id><published>2008-04-06T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:36:48.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tax Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R_lQS_xNgFI/AAAAAAAAADA/I41IcVWL7nU/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R_lQS_xNgFI/AAAAAAAAADA/I41IcVWL7nU/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186264733179543634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are considered "clergy" and "self-employed" Taxes suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-4100395667430782425?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/4100395667430782425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=4100395667430782425' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/4100395667430782425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/4100395667430782425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/04/tax-time.html' title='Tax Time'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R_lQS_xNgFI/AAAAAAAAADA/I41IcVWL7nU/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-4001511709731061861</id><published>2008-03-11T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:45:59.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For those in Pocatello.</title><content type='html'>I had an argument the other day with my roommate as to whether March came in like a lion or a lamb this year...   What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-4001511709731061861?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/4001511709731061861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=4001511709731061861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/4001511709731061861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/4001511709731061861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-those-in-pocatello.html' title='For those in Pocatello.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-5767152597119835135</id><published>2008-03-01T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T14:17:39.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed the bus...</title><content type='html'>I have decided, for the sake of saving money, to make use of the public transportation Pocatello has to offer. It isn't a great system, but it'll get you around town. Well, I'm new to this takin' the bus thing, so I am still trying to get routes and timings down. This morning I found myself bundled up, standing in the pouring rain waiting for the bus... Come to find out I missed the bus. So, I had to walk back home in the pouring rain and get my car and continue on to my meeting I was heading to. Made me think of back in the day, a hit by Kris Kross. Some might be asking, who is that? Well, they were somewhat popular back in the day-- I know, I'm old. But, for your viewing enjoyment here is the song that went through my head when I missed the bus... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:424px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://musicbox.sonybmg.com/share/widgets/viral" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="id=48037" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://musicbox.sonybmg.com/share/widgets/viral" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" flashvars="id=48037" thumbnail="http://musicbox.sonybmg.com/files/imagecache/badge_image_bigger/files/video_stills/lisalisa_missedthebus.JPG" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; background: #000; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px 6px 3px 6px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicbox.sonybmg.com/artists/kris-kross" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-decoration:none; color: #FFF"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-5767152597119835135?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/5767152597119835135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=5767152597119835135' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5767152597119835135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5767152597119835135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-missed-bus.html' title='I missed the bus...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-8465371561202395881</id><published>2008-02-29T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T07:39:50.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids and the freedom of their bodily functions</title><content type='html'>Yesterday one of my first graders at work was sitting on my lap when he farted so loud that it vibrated my leg AND the entire chair. All the other teachers were laughing pretty hard... and I got kind of embarrassed... why did I get embarrassed? I wasn't the one who farted? Anyways, I wrestled the kid to the ground and yelled "don't you ever do that to a girl." He thought it was pretty funny. I did too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-8465371561202395881?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/8465371561202395881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=8465371561202395881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8465371561202395881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8465371561202395881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/02/kids-and-freedom-of-their-bodily.html' title='Kids and the freedom of their bodily functions'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-1793603461226441078</id><published>2008-02-22T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:44:11.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yurting.</title><content type='html'>just a few pics from our yurting adventure last weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R77tgD3mXPI/AAAAAAAAACo/Pl7ohQZk8c0/s1600-h/DSCN3444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R77tgD3mXPI/AAAAAAAAACo/Pl7ohQZk8c0/s320/DSCN3444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169830557318012146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R77tgj3mXQI/AAAAAAAAACw/KKMxfWWkOaA/s1600-h/DSCN3472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R77tgj3mXQI/AAAAAAAAACw/KKMxfWWkOaA/s320/DSCN3472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169830565907946754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R77thT3mXRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S12xrvA2H4I/s1600-h/DSCN3510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R77thT3mXRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S12xrvA2H4I/s320/DSCN3510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169830578792848658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-1793603461226441078?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/1793603461226441078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=1793603461226441078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1793603461226441078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1793603461226441078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/02/yurting.html' title='yurting.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R77tgD3mXPI/AAAAAAAAACo/Pl7ohQZk8c0/s72-c/DSCN3444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-2747857182678109619</id><published>2008-02-18T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:37:59.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Movie!!!</title><content type='html'>"A modern-day musical about a busker and an immigrant and their eventful week in Dublin, as they write, rehearse and record songs that tell their love story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R7okTz3mXOI/AAAAAAAAACg/IKQnefoeBs0/s1600-h/VM._SX100_SY140_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R7okTz3mXOI/AAAAAAAAACg/IKQnefoeBs0/s400/VM._SX100_SY140_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168483445120589026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-2747857182678109619?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/2747857182678109619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=2747857182678109619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2747857182678109619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/2747857182678109619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/02/beautiful-movie.html' title='A Beautiful Movie!!!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R7okTz3mXOI/AAAAAAAAACg/IKQnefoeBs0/s72-c/VM._SX100_SY140_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-7383105829671497762</id><published>2008-02-14T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:14:21.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>So, there is this 4th grader at school today who decided not to listen to me. She said "no, I don't have to listen to you and I choose not to."  I tried to talk to her about it and there was no reasoning with her. I threatened to send her to the office and she replied, "no, I'm not going to the office." So, I asked this child why she wouldn't listen to me and she said, "well, miss sara, I had a very profound revelation just a few minutes ago."   "oh, whats that?" I asked.  "I don't have to listen to a word you say or any other teacher, I only listen to God."  I responded... "Very interesting, cause in the Bible, God tells us to listen to those in authority over us"  But this 4th grader wasn't believing me. We ended up working out our differences and she finally decided she needed to listen to me after a not so fun trip to the office. Where do kids come up with this type of stuff????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-7383105829671497762?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/7383105829671497762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=7383105829671497762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7383105829671497762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7383105829671497762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/02/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-8118486591924531762</id><published>2008-02-11T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:25:54.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>technology</title><content type='html'>I love technology. I upload some pictures to wallgreens.com and then less than an hour later they are ready for pick up. I know its much quicker if you have your own photo printer (also great technology)... but for me, who doesn't own such a thing - I love how great and easy it is to get on a computer really fast, click a few buttons, get in my care, go to the store and they are waiting for me to pick them up. I know this service has been around for awhile now, but I'm just really appreciating it today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-8118486591924531762?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/8118486591924531762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=8118486591924531762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8118486591924531762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8118486591924531762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/02/technology.html' title='technology'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-5826963288577313732</id><published>2008-01-25T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T07:07:36.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat Wave</title><content type='html'>yes, the cold spell has snapped. Every day I've woken up this past week its been atleast -6 or colder. Today it is 15 degrees!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-5826963288577313732?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/5826963288577313732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=5826963288577313732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5826963288577313732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5826963288577313732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/01/heat-wave.html' title='Heat Wave'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-1823819379577335439</id><published>2008-01-19T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T15:09:31.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HATE</title><content type='html'>hate      [heyt] verb, hat·ed, hat·ing,&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;1. to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility toward;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized how frequently the word hate is used.  My kids at work were saying it ALL the time... "I hate that game. I hate so and so... I hate sitting by this person... I hate it when so and so tries to play with us"  I honestly heard that word atleast 30+ times on Friday. So, my kids are banned from saying that word. And the "that is a strong word" talk didn't work... so, now if they do use that word, they owe me push ups and jumping jacks. 1st and 2nd graders hate push ups and jumping jacks... so it was a rather effective punishment on friday.  So, just a warning, if your around me and you use that word when it is unecessary, you will have to drop and give me 20 pushups and then 40 jumping jacks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-1823819379577335439?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/1823819379577335439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=1823819379577335439' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1823819379577335439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1823819379577335439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/01/hate.html' title='HATE'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-1570289967207627949</id><published>2008-01-15T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T08:51:58.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowshoeing</title><content type='html'>Me rolling down a steep hill... (well, only pretending to roll down a steep hill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R4zkUte6zmI/AAAAAAAAACY/rVxpU43CarI/s1600-h/n603260141_2115890_3363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R4zkUte6zmI/AAAAAAAAACY/rVxpU43CarI/s200/n603260141_2115890_3363.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155746717890170466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-1570289967207627949?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/1570289967207627949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=1570289967207627949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1570289967207627949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1570289967207627949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/01/snowshoeing.html' title='Snowshoeing'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R4zkUte6zmI/AAAAAAAAACY/rVxpU43CarI/s72-c/n603260141_2115890_3363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-8431160115294300771</id><published>2008-01-13T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:16:54.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Montana.</title><content type='html'>I snowshoed in Montana yesterday. It was amazing. The weather was amazing. The snow was amazing. the scenery was amazing. The company was amazing. Montana is amazing. It was such a beautiful day! I don't understand how anyone could hate cold and winter. I LOVE being outside in the winter. Snowshoe, Crosscountry skiing, Snowboarding, snow angels, snow ball fights, laying in the snow looking at the starts. Yes, Winter is my favorite season. I love it, I love it, I love it!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-8431160115294300771?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/8431160115294300771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=8431160115294300771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8431160115294300771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8431160115294300771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-montana.html' title='I love Montana.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-8107824137396616005</id><published>2007-12-30T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:06:46.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R3g_F9VIr_I/AAAAAAAAACI/SMZucX08qT4/s1600-h/DSCN2205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R3g_F9VIr_I/AAAAAAAAACI/SMZucX08qT4/s200/DSCN2205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149935545493270514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R3g_G9VIsAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zrr5ejsIrLs/s1600-h/DSCN2326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R3g_G9VIsAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zrr5ejsIrLs/s200/DSCN2326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149935562673139714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen says I'm her "Best Pal." We like to hangout and play together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-8107824137396616005?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/8107824137396616005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=8107824137396616005' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8107824137396616005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8107824137396616005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/12/pals.html' title='Pals'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/R3g_F9VIr_I/AAAAAAAAACI/SMZucX08qT4/s72-c/DSCN2205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-7398680251593892468</id><published>2007-12-25T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T18:25:05.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas.</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas! Today is Christmas day. I was awakened at 7am by my 3 yr old niece bombing my bed with her stuffed animals. Then we came out to the living room and discovered many gifts were left by santa. We spent the morning opening gifts and watching Colleen stack all her new loot in a laundry basket. Colleen did a great job helping her baby brother (his first Christmas) open all of his Christmas gifts. Colleen was very sweet and insisted that you say thank you to the person who gave you the gift before you even open it.  Colleen also insisted that Santa used the same wrapping paper this year and he did last year? Does she have a photographic memory? She remembered what my favorite song was from last year. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all in all It was a very enjoyable Christmas morning. We had Christmas lasagna for dinner, followed by pumpkin and apple pie... It was wonderful. Of course it was hard to wind down the 3 year old after all the excitement and many sweets she got away with eating.  But it was finally a success and now I feel quite tired -- its not even 10 o'clock and i could go to bed. I'm getting old. I found a gray hair in my head the other day... Well, my mom found it and pulled it out to show me. It was Very gray.  Am I that old?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-7398680251593892468?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/7398680251593892468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=7398680251593892468' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7398680251593892468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7398680251593892468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-8922271306082449868</id><published>2007-12-10T21:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:05:11.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What will your shoe choice be today?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder about people and their choice for footwear. I was thinking about this as I sat in the Salt Lake city airport recently waiting for my flight to Pasco, Wa. Over a one hour period I saw dozens of people running to catch flights. Some were just speedy trots, but some were full out sprints. And most of these people weren't wearing proper footwear for such athletic moves through a busy airport. Men in fancy dress shoes and brief cases can't run in a manly fashion... yup, they ran like girls. Women who were trying to run in dress heels were half limp trotting trying to keep their shoes on their feet and without gain much speed at all. I would suggest, when traveling, to keep a pair of tennis shoes handy that could be slipped on when the circumstances for the day might call for an all out sprint or trot from one location to another. &lt;br /&gt;Today it is snowing and cold. I will be walking a lot outside... With this being the case, I chose to wear my leather boots that work well in such weather. They can be slippery at times, but provide me with enough traction needed to get me around. If I need to run, they won't cause me much of a hinderence at all. They keep my feet dry in the wet snow, where as some tennis shoes might let in too much moisture. &lt;br /&gt;What shoes are you wearing today, and why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-8922271306082449868?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/8922271306082449868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=8922271306082449868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8922271306082449868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8922271306082449868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-will-your-shoe-choice-be-today.html' title='What will your shoe choice be today?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-3540207444538231567</id><published>2007-11-03T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T21:34:22.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie Suzanne Smith (1982-2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/Ry1LmlgdTlI/AAAAAAAAACA/U-pI1Q-xTKE/s1600-h/l_7de892f7493eb6c2efaeda4e84beda2d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/Ry1LmlgdTlI/AAAAAAAAACA/U-pI1Q-xTKE/s200/l_7de892f7493eb6c2efaeda4e84beda2d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128838676920225362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Love you and Miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love becomes a part of us." -Hellen Keller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-3540207444538231567?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/3540207444538231567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=3540207444538231567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/3540207444538231567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/3540207444538231567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/11/natalie-suzanne-smith-1982-2007.html' title='Natalie Suzanne Smith (1982-2007)'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/Ry1LmlgdTlI/AAAAAAAAACA/U-pI1Q-xTKE/s72-c/l_7de892f7493eb6c2efaeda4e84beda2d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-5661574852661994975</id><published>2007-10-14T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T16:09:33.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ate a cat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RxKhfo4fS7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/p-CZeLGYUNE/s1600-h/101107_12361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RxKhfo4fS7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/p-CZeLGYUNE/s200/101107_12361.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121333291196042162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Steph for my fudge cat. Even though I hate cats. I liked my fudge cat. :) Too bad it wasn't a fudge duck though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-5661574852661994975?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/5661574852661994975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=5661574852661994975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5661574852661994975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5661574852661994975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-ate-cat.html' title='I ate a cat.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RxKhfo4fS7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/p-CZeLGYUNE/s72-c/101107_12361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-4642334676257304479</id><published>2007-10-09T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T09:18:45.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/Rwupe1byHzI/AAAAAAAAABw/mVFCk863O3c/s1600-h/0216070953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/Rwupe1byHzI/AAAAAAAAABw/mVFCk863O3c/s320/0216070953.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119371748641480498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't want a dog? I was very sick these past 6 days and the Sadie Moose was always at my side. Laying close to me, following me around, and taking care of me.  She's very loyal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-4642334676257304479?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/4642334676257304479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=4642334676257304479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/4642334676257304479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/4642334676257304479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/10/girls-best-friend.html' title='Girl&apos;s Best Friend'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/Rwupe1byHzI/AAAAAAAAABw/mVFCk863O3c/s72-c/0216070953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-7026602074405177520</id><published>2007-06-16T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T16:40:18.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KIDS! I've been working with kids this summer. Its fun, I LOVE my job. But boy do those kids wear me out!!!! I got sent home early from work Friday cause I have a bad sore throat and felt horrible. Most likely a gift I received from the kids. One day this week a kid ate borax and we had to call poison control and a short time later a kid ate soap in the bathroom trying to make bubbles in his mouth. We had to sit down and have a talk about what NOT to put in our mouths. There is never a dull moment when you are working with kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, Janel and Rory and Colleen come to visit soon!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-7026602074405177520?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/7026602074405177520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=7026602074405177520' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7026602074405177520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7026602074405177520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/06/kids-ive-been-working-with-kids-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-8019946436666287476</id><published>2007-05-28T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T13:10:53.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vrrroooom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/Rls23fyPCKI/AAAAAAAAABo/pQder288oiI/s1600-h/n672980300_492790_5849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/Rls23fyPCKI/AAAAAAAAABo/pQder288oiI/s320/n672980300_492790_5849.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069706132588529826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile ago I went NasKart driving... It was scary. I definitely wasn't born for car racing.... but look at me and my bad self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-8019946436666287476?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/8019946436666287476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=8019946436666287476' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8019946436666287476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8019946436666287476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/05/vrrroooom.html' title='vrrroooom'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/Rls23fyPCKI/AAAAAAAAABo/pQder288oiI/s72-c/n672980300_492790_5849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-1980210849890476998</id><published>2007-05-11T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T08:56:11.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Pain</title><content type='html'>Well, I've had an interesting last couple of days. They're just like a blur, like a dream. It all started with working with the preschoolers. We were outside for a field day - fun. Well, at one point I was standing forward with my head turned yelling at some kids and this 3 year old comes running at me full force with his head down and hits me so hard "below the belt." Yeah, it hurt! Like a mug! I know this is getting a little personal, but it hurt to P the rest of the day. But now, besides a little bruising, I'm doing much better. &lt;br /&gt;Later that day I was very hungry and decided to grab a subway sandwich. The lady who was cutting my bread TOTALLY sliced her hand open- gushing blood. It was quite disgusting. Totally ruined my appittie!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Well, Later that day I was at a stoplight with my head turned talking to my passanger when this white truck decides to rear end me. She hit pretty hard cause it was a loud bang and my car and neck jolted forward quite a bit. So, I think i've experienced some whip lash from that. Unfortunately, I pulled over expecting the girl to follow, but nope, she took off. So, I had to make a trip to the Police station and file a report. The thing that distrubed me the most was that she didn't stop to see if we were ok, being that she hit us pretty dang hard. &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, so, I try to put all of this out of my mind last night when I was at a bridal shower enjoying some yummy snacks. As I was eating a pickle (I love pickles) I somehow mistaked my tongue for the pickle and bit into it so hard. Its numb and sore today. :( &lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving the house my friend stubbed her toe on sharp metal and pretty much took her toe off (once again lots of blood). Forgetting that I have a nice first aid kit in my car, our nursing student friend fixed up her toe with the supplies I gave her of napkins and packing tape. It wasn't till we got home that I remembered the first aid kit in the car. :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Wonder what will come of today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-1980210849890476998?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/1980210849890476998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=1980210849890476998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1980210849890476998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1980210849890476998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-in-pain.html' title='I&apos;m in Pain'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-921875016383232897</id><published>2007-04-11T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:23:34.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I always remember my dreams. I have very vivid dreams. A lot of times I have very weird dreams. Last night I had a dream that I went to the car dealer and took out some Subaru rollerblades for a test drive. So, I drove all around town in them and what was cool was these Subaru rollerblades would shift gear when you went up hill. Then after finding some friends and trying to get them some rollerblades at garage sales so they could join me I decided that maybe I'd return to the car dealer before they got worried that I wasn't going to return my rollerblades. Where does ones brain come up with such a dream? What about the time I had a dream that I went to an Aerosmith concert where they sung songs from the musical movie the Newsies. Once I dreamed that I was at a funeral and someone through a cd into the gravesite and I asked what that was and someone said, "oh, don't you know thats what they do now. They no longer have to cremate the body, they just burn it onto a disk." Where does my brain think up such dreams? I smoke quite a bit in my dreams. I've never smoked in my life. I have many more weird dreams to share with ya, but I've just come to the conclusion that dreams are weird or my mind is very weird or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-921875016383232897?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/921875016383232897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=921875016383232897' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/921875016383232897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/921875016383232897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/04/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-1305918094090227895</id><published>2007-04-03T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:00:57.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday 11 years ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RhKVk2OOEWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DYNHdnzq4f8/s1600-h/sarajanel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RhKVk2OOEWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DYNHdnzq4f8/s320/sarajanel2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049262592498733410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RhKVlGOOEXI/AAAAAAAAABY/ifbMtSv3Wj4/s1600-h/sarajanelbrian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RhKVlGOOEXI/AAAAAAAAABY/ifbMtSv3Wj4/s320/sarajanelbrian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049262596793700722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RhKVlGOOEYI/AAAAAAAAABg/n5zqdw5uB1M/s1600-h/sarajanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RhKVlGOOEYI/AAAAAAAAABg/n5zqdw5uB1M/s320/sarajanel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049262596793700738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some pictures from my friend Brian's blog. He posted a nice little happy birthday message with these pictures from 11 year ago. Crazy! It was 11 years ago that we moved from Turkey. Our friends threw us a jamin' birthday/going away party where we had a dj and we danced the night away. It was da bomb. I miss those carefree highschool days - they were fun. SO, just thought I'd share these crazy ol' pictures with ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-1305918094090227895?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/1305918094090227895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=1305918094090227895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1305918094090227895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1305918094090227895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday-11-years-ago.html' title='Birthday 11 years ago.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RhKVk2OOEWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DYNHdnzq4f8/s72-c/sarajanel2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-8121025407297390</id><published>2007-04-01T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:43:48.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Gross to Yummmay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RhB7tWOOEVI/AAAAAAAAABI/CpNaeV2ZC8Y/s1600-h/DSCN2425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RhB7tWOOEVI/AAAAAAAAABI/CpNaeV2ZC8Y/s320/DSCN2425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048671201271877970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned this into delicious banana bread. My roommates thought I was weird as I was humming the superman theme song to myself in the kitchen. I thought changing such gross bananas in to yummmy bread was really a heroic act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-8121025407297390?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/8121025407297390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=8121025407297390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8121025407297390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8121025407297390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/04/from-gross-to-yummmay.html' title='From Gross to Yummmay!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RhB7tWOOEVI/AAAAAAAAABI/CpNaeV2ZC8Y/s72-c/DSCN2425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-4572104778593679127</id><published>2007-03-12T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:17:54.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowboarding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RfYlu36BbUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xo4rBGse8Gg/s1600-h/RSCN2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RfYlu36BbUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xo4rBGse8Gg/s320/RSCN2010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041258320099372354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like snowboarding. I'm no good at it. But I always have a ton of fun whenever I go. (That is the 3 times I have gone in my life...) Maybe my good experiences snowboarding come from the great company that I have gone with. But, I think I have found my new favorite winter hobby... Too bad its so expensive. oh well. Too bad its so warm now too... Another winter gone by. I will miss it. It was sunny and maybe 60ish degrees today - atleast thats what the time and temperature phone number said. It felt HOT. I'm not looking forward to summer heat. but I do look forward to softball season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-4572104778593679127?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/4572104778593679127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=4572104778593679127' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/4572104778593679127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/4572104778593679127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/03/snowboarding.html' title='Snowboarding'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RfYlu36BbUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xo4rBGse8Gg/s72-c/RSCN2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-5605655644631139090</id><published>2007-03-05T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T17:15:03.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scar a Scar?</title><content type='html'>Sometime ago when I was a student at ISU living in Schubert Heights I had a run in with my dresser drawer. Somehow the drawer attacked me and left quit a scar. Well, I think today I might of scarred my scar. Is that possible? Today I had a run in with the oven and the oven attacked me and I got a lil' burn where my scar is. So, what does a scarred scar look like? I dunno. But if it is possible for it to happen, maybe in a few days I will find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-5605655644631139090?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/5605655644631139090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=5605655644631139090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5605655644631139090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/5605655644631139090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/03/scar-scar.html' title='Scar a Scar?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-7763523095318814081</id><published>2007-03-01T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:31:35.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Milk Again</title><content type='html'>MMM.... Chocolate Milk at 11:30pm on a Thursday Night. It's become somewhat of a ritual for me. Some reason late on Thursdays (yes, mostly just thursdays) I crave chocolate milk. AND it is oh so good -- Definitely NOT disappointing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-7763523095318814081?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/7763523095318814081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=7763523095318814081' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7763523095318814081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7763523095318814081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/03/chocolate-milk-again.html' title='Chocolate Milk Again'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-6542203160270978601</id><published>2007-02-27T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:13:00.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/ReUMpZOAZbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SKQx-sUoru4/s1600-h/1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/ReUMpZOAZbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SKQx-sUoru4/s320/1720.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036445663567570354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced great disappointment today. I was excited when my roommate offered to go to the store and buy us all snacks. She purchased for me a package of hostess ding dongs. I was so excited as I looked at the package and saw the delicious looking chocolate treat with a creamy filling. I LOVE cream fillings! What would an oreo be without the cream filling? Well, I came to find out that Ding Dongs aren't as enjoyable without the cream filling as well. I began to eat into my 1st ding dong questioning when I would get to the cream filling. I took my last bite without EVER reaching the cream filling. I was sad as I looked over to my roommate on the other couch who was eating her hostess treat, which contained plenty of creamy filling! I remained optimistic however, thinking that my second treat in the package must definitely have filling. um, nope! Life's not always fair and disappointment is inevitable. But, I remain optimistic that the next time I have a hostess treat I will be satisfied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-6542203160270978601?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/6542203160270978601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=6542203160270978601' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6542203160270978601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/6542203160270978601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/02/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/ReUMpZOAZbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SKQx-sUoru4/s72-c/1720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-1612036569488253001</id><published>2007-02-18T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T19:57:28.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Bourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RdkfdewmltI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qya1cyBozJI/s1600-h/7b97oo9u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RdkfdewmltI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qya1cyBozJI/s320/7b97oo9u.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033088649896826578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched the Bourne Identity. I have to admit, I really enjoy the Bourne Series. . . And I am excited cause rumor has it that the Bourne Ultimatum comes out in 2007. Thats this year! Hopefully it is just as enjoyable as the first two, which I'm sure it will be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-1612036569488253001?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/1612036569488253001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=1612036569488253001' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1612036569488253001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1612036569488253001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/02/jason-bourne.html' title='Jason Bourne'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RdkfdewmltI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qya1cyBozJI/s72-c/7b97oo9u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-7847318983423911157</id><published>2007-02-11T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T01:58:17.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>I've been sick for a week now - being sick isn't fun. I am feeling much better. I look back on earlier in the week and I was so miserable compared to how I feel now. Now I'm just feeling weak and tired a lot. I take lots of naps. Naps are good. I've never been so rested. I've never went to bed by 9pm so many days in a 1 week time period. Anyways, being sick isn't fun. Being healthy is. Stay healthy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-7847318983423911157?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/7847318983423911157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=7847318983423911157' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7847318983423911157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/7847318983423911157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/02/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-8910879801485851525</id><published>2007-02-03T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T09:19:10.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I did something I never thought I would be able to do. I was chattin' with a friend drinkin' some coffee.... in a STARBUCKS. I NEVER thought we'd EVER get a starbucks in Pocatello. It almost felt unreal. It is a smaller starbucks compared to ones I've enjoyed in the past. Now, I do agree that starbucks doesn't have the best coffee... I still believe the best coffee in P-town is Locally owned and operated Double Shot. But, I enjoy the occassional visit to starbucks cause I love the starbucks atmosphere. Maybe just because it brings back good memories of past experiences in starbucks... reading a good book, chattin' with friends, eating some enjoyable pumpkin loaf... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-8910879801485851525?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/8910879801485851525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=8910879801485851525' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8910879801485851525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/8910879801485851525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-i-did-something-i-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-1162559222322141569</id><published>2007-01-16T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:00:50.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brrrr.</title><content type='html'>Maybe Pocatello, Idaho is going to officially FREEZE off the face of the earth. Its been cold. Way Cold. Tonight I had the priviledge of coming home to no water. First thought: Frozen pipes! Yes, I think I have frozen pipes... that is, my house has frozen pipes. I don't have frozen pipes myself... just about though. As a good friend of mine says, "frozen ice-hole" - yes, i might have one of those.... but it doesn't cause me problems like the lack of water in my house. &lt;br /&gt;So, I sit here at 11pm waiting for the water people to come. I called at 7ish... poor guy put me on the long list of houses to visit, informing me that it would be atleast 3 hours before he could make it to my house. Maybe I am feeling a bit emotional today but I almost cried on the phone for them.... I feel baddddd that they have to work all night in the FREEZING temperatures. Maybe I'll offer them some hot chocolate cause I can make some being that I went to WINCO and bought gallons of water to wash my face with and brush my teeth. &lt;br /&gt;but hey, a heat wave is coming... the high tomorrow is 22!!!! and then 26 on Friday and then holy smokes, we are going to melt when it reaches the 30's this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-1162559222322141569?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/1162559222322141569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=1162559222322141569' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1162559222322141569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/1162559222322141569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2007/01/brrrr.html' title='brrrr.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-4215756864808059064</id><published>2006-12-27T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T16:03:40.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RZMJp7TkijI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CcCy-hNCyZA/s1600-h/IMG_1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RZMJp7TkijI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CcCy-hNCyZA/s320/IMG_1756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013361426092558898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RZMJqLTkikI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5RoX0QmKYo4/s1600-h/IMG_1761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RZMJqLTkikI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5RoX0QmKYo4/s320/IMG_1761.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013361430387526210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a ton of fun with my 2 year old niece. We share a love for music. Hopefully she'll grow up and actually be good at the guitar. I bought her a little pink guitar for Christmas - we like it. :) She's gettin the hang of how to hold it and everything. She's more of a finger picker than a strummer, which is cool. She likes listening to my headphones too. The funny thing is she likes to listen and dance run around the house while I follow her holding the ipod... its kinda a funny picture when you see it in action. The best thing is when she tells me in her sweet little voice, "I love you Sara" - melts my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to a hockey game. Saw Carolina beat Florida - it was a good game even though we were rooting for Florida cause we realllly dislike Carolina. My family loves hockey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for my friend Brian - Hey Brian, I ate at Buffalo Wild Wings today! mmm mmmm mmmm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sure there was more I was going to blog about but I can't remember now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-4215756864808059064?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/4215756864808059064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=4215756864808059064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/4215756864808059064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/4215756864808059064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-been-having-ton-of-fun-with-my-2.html' title='Kids are fun'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/RZMJp7TkijI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CcCy-hNCyZA/s72-c/IMG_1756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-116701866711524381</id><published>2006-12-24T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T19:51:07.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2320/1973/1600/798821/IMG_3054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2320/1973/320/472561/IMG_3054.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2320/1973/1600/433651/IMG_1702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2320/1973/320/953931/IMG_1702.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve is always a fun time in my family. Tradition includes church, driving around looking at lights, a party with stuffed olives and a cheeseball, and its a wonderful life. The morning started off great with some blueberry pancakes.. This year's Christmas Eve was definitely no disappointment. Well, there were two somewhat sad parts to the day.&lt;br /&gt;# 1 was I forgot how to ice skate. Well, not really. But we went ice skating and it has been FOREVER since I've reallly skated and I can't skate anymore! I can't believe I used to play hockey. I'm so horrible now - that was a lil' disappointing to find that out. But we had a blast anyways. &lt;br /&gt;#2 was when I found out I really am an OLD spinster. Well, I atleast look OLD or something. My sister and I were checking out at the store and the cashier kept looking at us. Well, she was astonished at how alike we look as she points out, as if it was obvious, that I was the mom and Janel was my daughter.  Janel tried to tell her we were twins but she thought Janel was kidding but thought that we "could pass for being sisters" even though I was the mom and she was the daughter. WHAT? I couldn't say anything back and Janel and I couldn't look at each other otherwise we would bust out laughing. I didn't know how to take that cause usually I get mistaken for being younger than I actually am, not older. Must be my growing hips that look like I've bore many children. Just Kidding. I don't know what it was... but I've learned so far being in North Carolina that I'm from Ohio, I wear boy clothes, and I'm the mother of my twin sister. what a trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-116701866711524381?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/116701866711524381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=116701866711524381' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/116701866711524381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/116701866711524381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-116683931692221491</id><published>2006-12-22T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:01:56.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2650/1926/1600/919274/IMG_3017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2650/1926/320/214002/IMG_3017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2650/1926/1600/285487/IMG_3029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2650/1926/320/815881/IMG_3029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just  a few pics for ya. One is of Colleen and I wishing it was winter and not hot and humid. The other is gingerbread cookie making. Today Colleen and I roamed around the BX while Janel was returning something. Colleen was so good (as always) and talked auntie Sara into buying her a Dora Christmas Ornament. Well, it didn't take much talkin' me into it. I tend to spoil the kid. Isn't that what an auntie is for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-116683931692221491?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/116683931692221491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=116683931692221491' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/116683931692221491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/116683931692221491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-few-pics-for-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-116663688480006662</id><published>2006-12-20T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T09:48:04.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2650/1926/1600/23796/IMG_2990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2650/1926/320/105665/IMG_2990.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen likes dressing me up as a princess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-116663688480006662?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/116663688480006662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=116663688480006662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/116663688480006662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/116663688480006662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2006/12/royalty.html' title='Royalty'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-116655573215793758</id><published>2006-12-19T11:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T11:15:32.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiences in the "South".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2650/1926/1600/797486/IMG_2983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2650/1926/320/609305/IMG_2983.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neice is keeping me way busy. We do so much everyday. Read, go shopping, go to the park, play with playdough, dance, watch Micky's Christmas, sing, have picnics, play in her playroom.... the list could go on forever. But, it is all very fun stuff. Colleen just has much more energy than me. By the way, have you ever known a two year old who uses the word hieroglyphics? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were shopping and I had an arm full of pants and shirts that were in the clearence rack of the LADIES section at Old Navy...I got a few great steals!!!! Well, as we were walking to the checkout this lady walks up to us and points to my arm full of clothes and said "I noticed you came from the boys section, I was looking for it, can you point me in that direction." We nicely pointed her towards the boys section.... but I obviously buy women's clothes that look like boys clothes? ? ? Also, on our way home the guy at the gate of the army base was checking our I.D's, I handed him mine and he gives it a good lookover and says, "ah, from the great state of OHIO!!!!!" We drive off and I wonder what he was thinking as the letters bold on top of my drivers license says IDAHO!!!  People in North Carolina are very bright. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-116655573215793758?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/116655573215793758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=116655573215793758' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/116655573215793758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/116655573215793758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2006/12/experiences-in-south.html' title='Experiences in the &quot;South&quot;.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459185.post-116560505034955986</id><published>2006-12-08T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:10:50.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek-a-boo</title><content type='html'>Well, Sadie loves toys. Not just any toy... the squeeky toy! Well, she's taken up this new habit of hiding her treasured squeeky toy. I walk out into the yard and what do I see out of the corner of my eye; oh a reindeer peeking out a me... Not too long later I come back out into the yard and the reindeer has found a new hiding spot.... I think its way cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2650/1926/1600/630428/DSCN2164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2650/1926/200/934853/DSCN2164.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2650/1926/1600/732023/DSCN2158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2650/1926/200/631162/DSCN2158.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2650/1926/1600/979571/DSCN2156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2650/1926/200/225019/DSCN2156.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2650/1926/1600/966126/DSCN2157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2650/1926/200/773691/DSCN2157.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459185-116560505034955986?l=pocatellosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/feeds/116560505034955986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459185&amp;postID=116560505034955986' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/116560505034955986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459185/posts/default/116560505034955986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pocatellosara.blogspot.com/2006/12/peek-boo.html' title='Peek-a-boo'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288400355995858408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGUFD9glBIU/SqpniJEV1cI/AAAAAAAAALc/luue9cyOo2I/S220/downsized_0419091039a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
