<?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-3480420332283346206</id><updated>2012-01-02T17:26:53.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misadventures of the Critically Blonde</title><subtitle type='html'>The not so normal trials of life, love and education.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-4782820645871101881</id><published>2011-12-25T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:01:43.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Miss to Mrs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PvjOVU32oNo/Tvf-pGs4yZI/AAAAAAAAATs/dByUk5MDn5A/s1600/Jonathan%2B%2526%2BSara%2527s%2BWedding%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PvjOVU32oNo/Tvf-pGs4yZI/AAAAAAAAATs/dByUk5MDn5A/s320/Jonathan%2B%2526%2BSara%2527s%2BWedding%2B060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690296636332886418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;I figure changing my last name is a good reason to st&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;art fresh. To get everyone up to speed I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;provide a brief summary of the past 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;1. Moved to Utah ( see previous post)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;2. Got engaged to said boyfriend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;3. Planned a beautiful wedding with the help of our parents and a few great friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;4.Got super sick the week before the wedding (No big deal you don't need to talk on your wedding day or anything)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;4. Actually got married on November 11, 2011 ( yup we were that couple)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;5. Made the quite perilous trek across the country with only one minor accident which is to be expected when you let a Florida girl drive in the snow (Good thing I had an amazing husband to dig me out of the giant pile of snow I some how got my self into)   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;6. Now reside in the amazing state of Florida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;7. Spent our first Christmas in shorts and flip flops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;8. Loved every minuet of it all... ok maybe not all of it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; I figure this might be a good way to keep our loved ones a little informed of what is going on in our lives over here on the east coast. I have never been too good at updating regularly but if I have a reason why not. &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/3480420332283346206-4782820645871101881?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/4782820645871101881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=4782820645871101881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/4782820645871101881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/4782820645871101881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-miss-to-mrs.html' title='From Miss to Mrs'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PvjOVU32oNo/Tvf-pGs4yZI/AAAAAAAAATs/dByUk5MDn5A/s72-c/Jonathan%2B%2526%2BSara%2527s%2BWedding%2B060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-354936070353204391</id><published>2011-06-04T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T15:34:53.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Elevated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well like many of these post have begun.... Its been a while. These past few months have been a whirl wind to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 Things to get you caught up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have the best boyfriend in the WHOLE world. You should be jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614490173328060770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3o7geTCcc0/TeqtENgj8WI/AAAAAAAAASE/5W-bBoMTalE/s200/IMG_0444.JPG" /&gt; 2. I am in Utah for the summer. After the 3 long days in the car together Jon didn't murder me so I think we are off to a good start here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614493620858592514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSihXTqXs38/TeqwM4j5HQI/AAAAAAAAASc/FVLt6d7S6wc/s200/IMG_0456.JPG" /&gt;3. I am working for Prader-willi Syndrome Association. Click &lt;a href="http://www.vivint.com/givesbackproject/charity/18"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to help us (we need it!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My new roommate is a deer. Hes not quite as fun as Abi and Channelle but he holds my jewlery so we get along pretty good so far....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614493613300882418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lbn2T2kTQWs/TeqwMcZ_m_I/AAAAAAAAASU/IzBM-7Febi0/s200/IMG_0464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never know what God has instore for me but let it be known... Its NEVER boring &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3480420332283346206-354936070353204391?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/354936070353204391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=354936070353204391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/354936070353204391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/354936070353204391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-elevated.html' title='Life Elevated'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3o7geTCcc0/TeqtENgj8WI/AAAAAAAAASE/5W-bBoMTalE/s72-c/IMG_0444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-3766575341405387497</id><published>2011-02-16T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T10:17:08.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternate Reality</title><content type='html'>Sometimes what could have been makes us realize how good what is... IS!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a dream during one of the BEST naps ever today and it made me realize how lucky I am. Have you ever just thought about how different your life would be if you made this choice or that choice? Well lately there has been a lot of that going on in my brain! I guess a break up can do that to you. But to day I had a glimpse of WHO and WHERE I could have been if I turned left instead of right. I am so thankful for all of my decisions, whether good or bad, that lead me to where I am today. I have the best friends, a good job, I am almost a college graduate, and I am having more fun than I have been able to basically ever. I know Heavenly Father knows me personally and that he leads me to where he wants me. The more I study the gospel the more I know I am making the right decisions for myself even if they are not the popular ones. Its better to be single and growing than in a relationship that stagnant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I would just like to take a brief second of your time to say: ABI, GELI, and BROOKE you make my life complete... That is all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480420332283346206-3766575341405387497?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/3766575341405387497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=3766575341405387497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/3766575341405387497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/3766575341405387497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2011/02/alternate-reality.html' title='Alternate Reality'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-5300845635277451036</id><published>2010-11-18T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:40:41.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TOXAmzAR7UI/AAAAAAAAARg/wa0yKkV5BzA/s1600/57663824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541046689308208450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TOXAmzAR7UI/AAAAAAAAARg/wa0yKkV5BzA/s200/57663824.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities. ~J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, 1999, spoken by the character &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Albus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Top Tens Reasons Why I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; have a HP problem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I tend to drift off in normal conversation to think about where I left off in the book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Every time boyfriend offers to rent a movie I jump up and down and ask... "Can we get Harry Potter"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I get excited when I hear anyone make a slight HP &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reference&lt;/span&gt; and shout " HA its not just me" ( guilty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conscience&lt;/span&gt; I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. In church when one of the speakers was talking about Jesus.. I leaned over to boyfriend and said... OH just like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dumbeldore&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KLH&lt;/span&gt; was teaching she made a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reference&lt;/span&gt; to HP and all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sudden&lt;/span&gt; every thing made much more sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.The thought MAN Hogwarts would be way more exciting than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UCF&lt;/span&gt; has crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I hide in my car on lunch breaks so no one will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interrupt&lt;/span&gt; my HP reading time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I bought tickets to got see HP7 last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I was overheard today having this discussion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brad: are you going to the movie tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DUHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brad: Sweet, I cant wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: I LOVE HARRY POTTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brad: You secretly want to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hermonie&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PSHHH&lt;/span&gt; no Id want to be Ginny cause she gets to marry Harry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The discussion may have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;continued&lt;/span&gt; with an slight argument over who would be the coolest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; to be/ date.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Me and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abster&lt;/span&gt; MAY have been caught reciting spells and wishing they worked.... on more than one occasion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if these really prove I have a problem... They seem totally normal to me but to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unHP&lt;/span&gt; fans I seem to be going overboard....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480420332283346206-5300845635277451036?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/5300845635277451036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=5300845635277451036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/5300845635277451036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/5300845635277451036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter Problem'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TOXAmzAR7UI/AAAAAAAAARg/wa0yKkV5BzA/s72-c/57663824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-872552064221935312</id><published>2010-10-15T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T16:33:17.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FiVE FRiDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FiVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;THiNGS&lt;/span&gt; TO GET YOU CAUGHT UP&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;School is amazing....&lt;/strong&gt; could ask for anything better except maybe more hours in the day cause it sure takes up a lot of it!&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;I am trying to be more positive...&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know why I have such a hard time with this lately I swear I am a happy person but these awful thoughts and mean words keep falling out of my mouth before I can stop them.... My new favorite phrase seems to be... sorry I'm TRYING not to be so negative :) &lt;div&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Work sucks.... &lt;/strong&gt;It seems my infamous job is slowly sucking the life out of me... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;litterly&lt;/span&gt; can anyone say panic attack... cause I have been saying it quite often lately as I spend almost ALL my free time looking for new opportunities. &lt;strong&gt;BUT with the note of being more POSITIVE&lt;/strong&gt; I have like 3 job interviews this week AND one internship interview :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;My credit card number got STOLEN!!&lt;/strong&gt; That's right the number not the card who does that!!!! Some really clever thieves that's who, they don't even need my card to steal my money. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crasy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crasy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CRASY&lt;/span&gt;. If only I didn't want to be an honest person I could be rich!&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Scripture Study....&lt;/strong&gt; Me and Micah started a scripture study group on Sunday nights and it is the coolest thing! It is so nice to talk with my friends about Christ and his Gospel. All my friends know so much about so many different things. Its great to ask questions to people that understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FiVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;THiNGS&lt;/span&gt; i AM &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOOKiNG&lt;/span&gt; FORWARD TOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. ITS ALMOST TIME TO CARVE A PUMPKIN....&lt;/strong&gt; you probably already knew that one but it is one of my MOST favorite things in fall.... Its has taken all I have not to have already have 10 pumpkins with different expressions sitting on my front porch.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Thanksgiving....&lt;/strong&gt; EAT ALL DAY... how could you not look forward to this I mean really people. I truly do NOT know how I am not 500 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Reading my book...&lt;/strong&gt; I'm a nerd its official I dream of sitting all day outside in the sun and reading a good book.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;The COLD weather...&lt;/strong&gt; I cant Wait till its chilly out and I take long Sunday "adventures" aka walking through the neighborhood sitting by the "lake" aka the retention pound. Oh and did I mention I get to wear my pretty pretty coat again... I love the cold!&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;strong&gt;.New &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Opportunities&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; Enough said ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480420332283346206-872552064221935312?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/872552064221935312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=872552064221935312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/872552064221935312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/872552064221935312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2010/10/five-friday.html' title='FiVE FRiDAY'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-6416540080435568204</id><published>2010-09-11T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T11:09:09.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIvBeroZCCI/AAAAAAAAARY/RjBMqNDJXfA/s1600/signature-buttercream-cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515714901497677858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIvBeroZCCI/AAAAAAAAARY/RjBMqNDJXfA/s200/signature-buttercream-cupcakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Life is uncertain. Eat dessert first.”&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ernetine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ulmer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;"When you look at a cupcake, you've got to smile." Anne &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Byrn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day my fellow Sarah suggested this wonderful idea.... A sugar fast. Sounds like a great idea right? A while month of no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desserts&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; sweets. A health cleanse from our sugar filled lives... Easy enough right. Well lest just list how the first 3 weeks have gone and you be the judge... Week one: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sugar... we decide breakfast foods are OK aka pancakes and waffles here I come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Week 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abi&lt;/span&gt; eats a candy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I eat cookie from missionaries.. maybe two or thee... but they were made by the lords servants so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; count &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I eat another cookie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; well I already failed this week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IHOP&lt;/span&gt; trip aka breakfast for dinner HELLO &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;syrup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Week 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought Id start it off strong with a good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cupcake&lt;/span&gt; for lunch and Muffins for dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first heard the Idea I laughed and said "what would I eat then?" But slowly one by one all my friends joined the fast and yes eventually I gave in.... But only when I was told "You can NEVER do that!!".....Oh well cant win them all Guess &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abi&lt;/span&gt; was right. Anyways one of the sisters suggested a fruits and veggie Binge... Maybe I can do that one. Epic fail on sugar fast 2010&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/3480420332283346206-6416540080435568204?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/6416540080435568204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=6416540080435568204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/6416540080435568204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/6416540080435568204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2010/09/sugar-fast.html' title='Sugar Fast'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIvBeroZCCI/AAAAAAAAARY/RjBMqNDJXfA/s72-c/signature-buttercream-cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-4669041806179701990</id><published>2010-09-05T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T10:16:05.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Blonde... Blonde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When I was little all I really wanted to be when I grew up was the little mirmaid... I used to think up much more socially acceptable answers like a docotr or an actress. But what my heart has always desired was to be just that... an underwater princess. So on that note I have taken a plunge into the dark side... Im seeing red that is... I have taken a break from my oh so blonde roots and gone red... Dont worry  guys Ill be back to blonde soon just taking a break to be a little more like my idol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513478901702732722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIPP2XSaK7I/AAAAAAAAARA/plaia_Q-G2g/s200/opa.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480420332283346206-4669041806179701990?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/4669041806179701990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=4669041806179701990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/4669041806179701990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/4669041806179701990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-so-blonde-blonde.html' title='Not So Blonde... Blonde'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIPP2XSaK7I/AAAAAAAAARA/plaia_Q-G2g/s72-c/opa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-6650537024557881519</id><published>2010-03-29T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:06:27.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S7F4UDvwe4I/AAAAAAAAANA/MK-Pec4L3e0/s1600/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S7F4UDvwe4I/AAAAAAAAANA/MK-Pec4L3e0/s200/temple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454272909720714114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was walking the other night I realized that I have some pretty be expectations out of my life with no desire to get them. As I look at what those I look up to are accomplishing  and have accomplished in their life I am coming to realize that I want more..... I want to find that thing that I can do and the thing that I will LOVE more than anything else...I have no idea what it is yet but I figured I could start with things that I know I love already.... and maybe these will lead me to what I am looking for...&lt;div&gt; But the number one thing that I love in my life is the gospel of Jesus Christ. I know that he loves me and the closer I get to him the closer I will be to pure happiness in all that I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480420332283346206-6650537024557881519?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/6650537024557881519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=6650537024557881519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/6650537024557881519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/6650537024557881519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S7F4UDvwe4I/AAAAAAAAANA/MK-Pec4L3e0/s72-c/temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-8414388962213873134</id><published>2010-03-11T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:47:03.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating an adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S5lIMZs8rmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/P52ZyVWZ3nw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447464602176368226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S5lIMZs8rmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/P52ZyVWZ3nw/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Helen Keller &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want my life to be nothing so I am taking these wise words and making each day an adventure. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stepping&lt;/span&gt; out side of my comfort zone to create a life which is worth living. In relief society this week we went over President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Uchtdorf&lt;/span&gt; talk Happiness, Your Heritage. He speaks about the desires of the human soul and our yearning to create. He says "Creation brings deep satisfaction and fulfillment. We develop ourselves and others when we take unorganized matter into our hands and mold it into something of beauty." This got me thinking how can I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;encompass&lt;/span&gt; my desire to make each day an adventure while following this advice. I am making goal today to create something each day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; it is an amazing artistic masterpiece (which I feel is highly unlikely) or a smile on some ones face (much more likely). I want to live like I am not afraid of who I am and help other people feel loved and happy and maybe the dark rain cloud over my head will go away. "The more you trust and rely upon the Spirit, the greater your capacity to create. &lt;em&gt;That is your opportunity in this life and your destiny in the life to come."&lt;/em&gt; Heavenly Father wants me to be happy and created me so that I can be that way and that I can one day create like him.  I can not wait to see what this life has instore for me =]&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/3480420332283346206-8414388962213873134?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/8414388962213873134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=8414388962213873134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/8414388962213873134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/8414388962213873134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2010/03/creating-adventure.html' title='Creating an adventure'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S5lIMZs8rmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/P52ZyVWZ3nw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-5426579269956035068</id><published>2010-02-23T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T12:03:54.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's tough get a helmet!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TYu9ayIsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JozJFzxNnHw/s1600-h/100_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441712551042884290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TYu9ayIsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JozJFzxNnHw/s200/100_0314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life gets harder the older we get. It is inevitable, I am figuring out. I know I have said this in like every blog post but this past couple of months have been quite intense. But no matter how tough it has gotten I have had a few friend who have made it all bearable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley has been through thick and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TaAwL9SxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0rOjVC9onJM/s1600-h/24941_1212978537199_1610878596_520344_335207_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441713956240313106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TaAwL9SxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0rOjVC9onJM/s200/24941_1212978537199_1610878596_520344_335207_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thin with me and pretty much knows me better than any one on this earth. When I cry she cries when shes sad I am sad. I dont know anyone else who I can laugh so hard that I cry, almost die, then laugh and get so serious only to laugh again two seconds later.... all the while completely understand the whole ordeal.... and trying to smell her jacket. I wish I lived closer to her I miss being able to see her everyday of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackie is so far away but one of my favorite people. I remember one time her Mom said to me... "It doesnt matter if you ever see each other again you are sisters and will live together for eternity one day" It just reminded me how much our short times together have changed my life. You have such a great view of the world and get me no matter how long it has been since our last visit. We pick up right where we left off. Not a one has come close to being that influential in such a short amount of time. I charish our moments and know that there will be PLENTY more to come because we will have all eternity to be sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsey all though I live farther away and dont get home as much as I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TWuX35KXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yQO_ggiJGw8/s1600-h/n599064470_1597758_87148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441710341941176690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TWuX35KXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yQO_ggiJGw8/s200/n599064470_1597758_87148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;should she has brightened my life by being there when ever I need her. I am sorry that I am not there for her as much as I should be but I hope she knows that she is and always will be my best friend.... plus I have never been able to convince another soul that there was another world in my closet or that the beany babies come alive when your back is turned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan, ups and downs, break ups and make ups he has turned in to one of my best friends. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TZAJfBegI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dJX5huG2dsE/s1600-h/n599064470_1667686_952404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441712846339668482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TZAJfBegI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dJX5huG2dsE/s200/n599064470_1667686_952404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has been in my life longer than anyone who isnt family, although he doesnt quite remember a lot of it he likes to pretend though.... He is always the first to offer help when I want it and jump in and help when I need it (but dont want it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TWu1tgyaI/AAAAAAAAALI/LUhn2wdruwg/s1600-h/101_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441710349950699938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TWu1tgyaI/AAAAAAAAALI/LUhn2wdruwg/s200/101_0136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shelly, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TYv1JAcEI/AAAAAAAAALo/6YD9INS0Z2g/s1600-h/IMG_0957+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441712566000709698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TYv1JAcEI/AAAAAAAAALo/6YD9INS0Z2g/s200/IMG_0957+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Danny,Christie, and Tim have all made my college life better. I know at times I can be a real pain but they all stick with me. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TYvgFFhmI/AAAAAAAAALg/XibKfxlND9w/s1600-h/100_0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441712560347121250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TYvgFFhmI/AAAAAAAAALg/XibKfxlND9w/s200/100_0787.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been with Shelly before she dropped the MI and added the Y and I know that She will always be right down the road when I need her. Danny has made my house not so lonely on days when you just want to be lonely. I thank him every day for his random drop ins not allowing me to cry more than necessary by feeding Mac and cheese till I almost exploded. Christie is always so willing to do what it takes to make me smile she is the most caring roommate ever I couldnt have gotten more lucky. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TYwTnRZHI/AAAAAAAAALw/DdyG68O9hXA/s1600-h/100_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441712574180713586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TYwTnRZHI/AAAAAAAAALw/DdyG68O9hXA/s200/100_0385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but oh so not least Tim can make me laugh when no one else in the world can. Its great to have a friend that lasts and he is one of the few who can withstand times test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy and Raul, my newest additions and a pretty vital part I laugh like I never have with you.... Booty dancing and church you make my life good all around I cant wait for more great times together.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TWuhhe4pI/AAAAAAAAALA/ttZ0dCPgb9s/s1600-h/100_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441710344531534482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TWuhhe4pI/AAAAAAAAALA/ttZ0dCPgb9s/s200/100_0623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TZLIyDNTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/R5S1QVmYDW4/s1600-h/100_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441713035129599282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TZLIyDNTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/R5S1QVmYDW4/s200/100_0253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casey so much to say but none of it would do him justice. Miss him more &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TZ11p5iJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/HX_yCUrwMAE/s1600-h/9123_133139419470_599064470_2611483_6009660_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441713768729512082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TZ11p5iJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/HX_yCUrwMAE/s200/9123_133139419470_599064470_2611483_6009660_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;than life and wish he was here/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TZ1lbhadI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2uxZePo1Ny8/s1600-h/100_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441713764374243794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TZ1lbhadI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2uxZePo1Ny8/s200/100_0255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Finally (I know this is so long ) Micah, he makes me smile and I like it.... which is all im gonna say about that ;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks so much for all of my amazing friends who love me and get me threw lifes crazy times! They are my helmet in this crazy world! &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/3480420332283346206-5426579269956035068?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/5426579269956035068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=5426579269956035068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/5426579269956035068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/5426579269956035068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2010/02/lifes-tough-get-helmet.html' title='Life&apos;s tough get a helmet!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S4TYu9ayIsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JozJFzxNnHw/s72-c/100_0314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-2127067626714241820</id><published>2010-02-18T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:09:41.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping the Faith in Jeans and a Vest</title><content type='html'>The other night I was talking with a friend about the past couple of months and how crazy they have been. I recapped the stress and tears and all that other crazy stuff that constitutes life as a college student and my seemingly new found confusion towards life. Lately I have had such a mental block when I try to figure out my future. What to do with school and work and church and romance...   it all seems so impossible to figure out. How do you keep going on when it seems to much..... Now in situations like this people tend to turn to typical answers like God answers prayers... or things will work out... or you will know what to do when the time comes but what did this great boy do... He grabbed my computer and put on Bon Jovi... long hair vest wearing Bon Jovi... Keep the Faith... the music video. Oh how it made my night. I guess the message of the song was similar to all of those listed above but the delivery was a thousand times better. Who doesnt love laughing at guys with bad hair and a friend singing to you when you are down. it made my night =]...  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eZQyVUTcpM4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eZQyVUTcpM4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480420332283346206-2127067626714241820?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/2127067626714241820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=2127067626714241820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/2127067626714241820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/2127067626714241820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2010/02/keeping-faith-in-jeans-and-vest.html' title='Keeping the Faith in Jeans and a Vest'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-8905666445563203157</id><published>2010-02-14T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:06:47.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times with Good Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S3hTFoWSK9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/7_Z1kJGIW6c/s1600-h/100_0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S3hTFoWSK9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/7_Z1kJGIW6c/s200/100_0758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438187906245209042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S3hTFLlI3JI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HopA2rPNjP4/s1600-h/100_0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S3hTFLlI3JI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HopA2rPNjP4/s200/100_0759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438187898522885266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S3hTEM7k3TI/AAAAAAAAAIw/udecG295W1Y/s1600-h/100_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S3hTEM7k3TI/AAAAAAAAAIw/udecG295W1Y/s200/100_0751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438187881705561394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night we had a Jersey Shore party... for those of you who don't know what that is... it involves big hair, loud mouths, crazy dance moves and little clothing. Jersey Shore is this ridiculous reality show that plays on MTV. It is a house full of Italians that love to fist pump and tan, and for some reason my friends fell in love. It was so much fun we all looked so silly. I tried to dye my hair for the night but it really only turned out slightly less blonde. Thankfully the stuff washed out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480420332283346206-8905666445563203157?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/8905666445563203157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=8905666445563203157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/8905666445563203157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/8905666445563203157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-times-with-good-friends.html' title='Good Times with Good Friends'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S3hTFoWSK9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/7_Z1kJGIW6c/s72-c/100_0758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-8233320965956236723</id><published>2010-01-06T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:15:07.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2010</title><content type='html'>GOODBYE 2009 HELLO 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S0UPSiZ2iBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kBj2i7xklBg/s1600-h/108_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423758137384929298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S0UPSiZ2iBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kBj2i7xklBg/s200/108_0194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year has began with quite a BANG! With an amazing eye opening trip so see two of my favorite people... one of which is now a married woman I realized how crazy this past year has truely been .As I look back at this past year I realize how much I have learned. I never could have imagined I would end up where I am today with these experiences and lessons. I have learned that people in general will come and go through out life. Sometimes it&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S0UNZpR0n8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/U8-7E7FTbPQ/s1600-h/108_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423756060466126786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S0UNZpR0n8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/U8-7E7FTbPQ/s200/108_0214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s sad, sometimes its unexpected, sometimes its bad and sometimes it is a VERY good thing. The ones that are important will always come back even if it takes years but they are usually worth the wait. I have realized that people are going let me down and I, in return will let others down. I know that through these let downs we get to grow and adapt. With out dispointments we could understand how uterly amazing it is when some one comes through for us. I know I have disapointed a lot of people this past year but sometimes we have to let others down to figure out whats best for us in the long run. I have learned excatly what I DONT want out of life which I hope will eventually lead to me knowing what I DO want.... But then agian I am a woman so who knows if Ill ever get there.... I might have an Incling of who I want to spend it with though =] But before I &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S0UMFq8nksI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Z42JyKZtM_s/s1600-h/108_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423754617805050562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S0UMFq8nksI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Z42JyKZtM_s/s200/108_0059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;start rambling the most important thing is thatI have a stronger knowlege today that God lives and knows me better than anyone ever will and not only knows me but loves me too. No matter how stupid I get or how far I fall He is waiting for me to pick myself up and come back to him and I couldnt ask for anything better. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S0UMGHeyP7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/9XFUb1kFQx4/s1600-h/108_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423754625464549298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S0UMGHeyP7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/9XFUb1kFQx4/s200/108_0088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S0UMGXpkGgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-lSm8e5FFcw/s1600-h/108_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423754629804726786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S0UMGXpkGgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-lSm8e5FFcw/s200/108_0122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS These are some pictures of my amazing trip to MIAMI =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3480420332283346206-8233320965956236723?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/8233320965956236723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=8233320965956236723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/8233320965956236723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/8233320965956236723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html' title='Hello 2010'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/S0UPSiZ2iBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kBj2i7xklBg/s72-c/108_0194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-3388893950546209962</id><published>2009-11-04T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:36:39.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix You Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/SvHlwdTDo9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Vosvx8nL7d4/s1600-h/220279254_17c20cbec5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400350048854975442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/SvHlwdTDo9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Vosvx8nL7d4/s200/220279254_17c20cbec5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt you in my heart before I even met you... I felt you in my life before I ever thought to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It holds many meanings to many people. It is filled with connotations and expectations. It is blissfully happy and tragically sad all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wrapped&lt;/span&gt; into one little word that can make or break a person. It is thrown around so much but not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; enough. To be in love... it is a glimpse of the eternities it holds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unimaginable&lt;/span&gt; happiness for those who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cherish&lt;/span&gt; it as they should. Love is not a game, it is not a step that you must take, it not something you check off on your list.... Oh we have held hands and kissed and i know i need to be married soon so i must love her.... It can not be planned and once said, it is out there and it must be dealt with. The whole idea of it is that love opens you up to a person in a way no one else will ever know. You will never love another as you have loved me and I the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now I think about things and I know they were not right and never could have been and I really did not even want them to be but regardless love is still there. It is not pinning I want you need you love it is pleasant happy I can move on and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;you can&lt;/span&gt; I can not make it leave and I would not if I could. I opened my self up and it was good until it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; any more. I have learned that not every one is going to tell you the truth and most of the time people are just as confused or more so than you. We are all broken the point of love is to find someone who loves you as you are and as you will be. Someone who will fix you up better than you were before while you do the same for them. Until then i am happy as I am now =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480420332283346206-3388893950546209962?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/3388893950546209962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=3388893950546209962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/3388893950546209962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/3388893950546209962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2009/11/fix-you-up.html' title='Fix You Up'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/SvHlwdTDo9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Vosvx8nL7d4/s72-c/220279254_17c20cbec5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-4860277953412427190</id><published>2009-10-09T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:24:42.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUMP!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Robinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/maria_robinson/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this might blow your mind but I have officially deiced that there is no such thing as a wrong choice. You can pray, ponder and list pros and cons but in the end you are still left with that same choice starring you in the face. As I have been pondering where to go with life I have often passed up awesome opportunities in fear that it was the wrong choice. SO with this conclusion in mind I am jumping on in. Life, you can throw what ever you want at me but I am moving forward. Every bad choice I have made before has taught me an amazing life lesson and the good choices have left me with great memories. Either way God put us on this earth to gain experiences and learn. How can I do that when I am constantly looking for the right answer, sometimes there is no right answer. Cut and dry, black and white... they don't exists there is always an exception, always another view. Whats right for you is not right for me and whats right for me now wont be right in a year. So I'm throwing all that to the wind and taking the chance. I would much rather look back and say wow that was dumb than to think what if I had. So here I go ready to dive on in head first =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480420332283346206-4860277953412427190?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/4860277953412427190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=4860277953412427190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/4860277953412427190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/4860277953412427190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2009/10/jump.html' title='JUMP!!!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-5603548529376910754</id><published>2009-09-25T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:15:45.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New World...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quoteland.com/author.asp?AUTHOR_ID=156"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Allan K. Chalmers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am now on my fifth week as a real life college junior and it is thrilling. The classes are challenging, the people are interesting and the campus is so much fun. I had a lovely job interview today with a charming lady by the name of Heather. It was going oh so well till she asked the dreaded question... What are your weaknesses? AHHH I knew it was coming and could not think of anything..... Blank.... so what does Sarah do... why BABBLE of course. But in the end I think I evened it out. maybe.... kinda... The job would be perfect but God has a plan so well see where he leads me. If I get this job I will get to live rent free WOOO. I really can not wait to move to Orlando. I happy as can be walking around on campus but when I leave to go home this horrible trapped feeling begins to ascend over my body... no good. When it all come down to it though I know I am in the right place for me. Despite all the kicking and screaming it took to get me where I am I know Heavenly Father  has a plan for me and it will lead me to happiness now and in the long run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480420332283346206-5603548529376910754?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/5603548529376910754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=5603548529376910754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/5603548529376910754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/5603548529376910754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2009/09/whole-new-world.html' title='A Whole New World...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-6335629455083638904</id><published>2009-08-15T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:40:46.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a mess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370304206102159842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/SocnOOyBYeI/AAAAAAAAADw/OvmrE63e2dM/s200/070925_messy_hmed_5p_h2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What is a mess you may ask... well if we ask Webster the definition is actual Sarah Michelle. It is kinda crazy actually I mean it is a little disturbing to open up the dictionary and find out you are the epitome of such a word. I mean look .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-noun&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;a dirty, untidy, or disordered condition: Sarah's room was in a mess. ...&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;a person or thing that is dirty, untidy, or disordered.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;a state of embarrassing confusion: Sarah's affairs are in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;an unpleasant or difficult situation: sarah has got into a mess.... again&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;a dirty or untidy mass, litter, or jumble: a mess of sarah's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if the dictionary says it, it must be true... right? What type of mess have I gotten my self in now you are probably thinking (or maybe not) but lets just say it is quite the mixture of those definitions up there. We can start with this question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How so you know when to say good bye?&lt;/strong&gt; It is the question that has been plaguing my mind and messing(see) me up for the past week. When to say good bye to a friend, a place, a job, a town, and yes a love. Basically when do you know that it is time say good bye to EVERYTHING you are used to. I have my self in this vicious cycle of ups and downs that is really getting old. Do I move to Orlando or move back in with the parents when neither seems right. Do I hold on to those friendships when those who I hold close to my heart throw it away oh so easily. Is it worth it to have hope that they'll see that I care even when they don't? And what about that one.... He says the right things gets you all in a tizzy about your fairytale visions and then well makes promises you aren't sure are so keepable (is that even a word) or at least they weren't last time. But time changes all right and maybe this time is for the better? So many things have gotten crazy and I wonder is it wrong to hope that it'll work out and I will get the fairytale that I have dreamt of. In the past I have always been one to hold on, to hope for the best and know it will work out, but maybe this time I need to be the big girl and say good bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good BYE to the past and HELLO to the future...&lt;/strong&gt; but who knows maybe my old ways arent so bad. Lets just say its all quite the mess. Oh and did I mention my house sure needs to be clean too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480420332283346206-6335629455083638904?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/6335629455083638904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=6335629455083638904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/6335629455083638904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/6335629455083638904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-mess.html' title='What a mess!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/SocnOOyBYeI/AAAAAAAAADw/OvmrE63e2dM/s72-c/070925_messy_hmed_5p_h2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-1366980974616852990</id><published>2009-02-07T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:04:00.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiST LiST LiST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/SY5nOBb4JBI/AAAAAAAAABo/U2bVJSnuWRU/s1600-h/colorful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300287302062842898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/SY5nOBb4JBI/AAAAAAAAABo/U2bVJSnuWRU/s320/colorful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there seems to be this rencent itch going around to let every one know a number of things about your self.... a list you could call it. So i seem to have gotten the list itch. So I have been pondering the numerous things I could list .... when days gone by what 17 or 25 or 52 things do I want people to look back and say that sums her up. Well here is a few things that I have come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.My life was incomplete with out Kristie A. Keyes. She has been my rock and the days that she hasnt been with me were some of the darkest. She can make me laugh like no other and we dont have dances made up to every song we just know each other too well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.I dance constanly.... always moving.... usually at inappropriate times but it makes life easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I loose my self in a good book... so much sometimes it is unhealthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I forgive too easily and I dont think it is a problem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I want to travel the world and see things I could never have imagined..... which should be impressive cause I have quite the active imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I hate clothes numerous times I have had to rush to my room when someone knocks on the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Texas is my second home but find my self missing it more and more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Mashed poatoes are heavenly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I hate clutter and messes unless they are mine or Kristies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I have been told I am the worst girl ever.... I burp, dont clean up after myself, would rather be out side, am afraid of comitment like no other .... list goes on and on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I have a wiener dog named penelope michelle and I love her more than any boy.... and she is a wierdo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. A pretty smile on a guy make my knees go weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I am always cold &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I cant wait to be Florida Gator... oh the things that await for me there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I believe in love like no other.... this belief can not broken no matter how many times I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I like to run... I am horrible at it, have no stamna for it, but let me tell you it sure make the tough things more bearable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Music makes the world go round... finding a song that embodies how i am feeling at that very moment gives me faith that I am not alone in this world. I wish that i had a soundtrack to my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. I love the sky day or night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. The smell of rain is my favorite it makes me happy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I always try to see the good I can not say a bad thing about a person with saying or at least thinking something good even if it is a stretch like.... they have even features or real straight teeth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. I dont think before I speek sometime I think I should but I couldnt hold it back even if I needed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. 20 seemed to be so old but now it is just around the corner and I still feel so small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Regrets are something I have learned not to have every mistake makes me grow and prepairs me for somthing better &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. I think trust and commnication are the most important things in any relationship you cant have one with out the other and you cant be close to some one if either is missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. The beach makes most of my problems seem small it is my happy place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. I wish that I were a balloon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480420332283346206-1366980974616852990?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/1366980974616852990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=1366980974616852990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/1366980974616852990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/1366980974616852990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2009/02/list-list-list.html' title='LiST LiST LiST'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/SY5nOBb4JBI/AAAAAAAAABo/U2bVJSnuWRU/s72-c/colorful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480420332283346206.post-1914086313499593958</id><published>2008-12-07T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:12:58.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape from Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/STyCVaazbaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Riks8MHwZ-8/s1600-h/z108441806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277236167751986594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/STyCVaazbaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Riks8MHwZ-8/s320/z108441806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finals, graduation, work,..... WHO needs it? I am avoiding the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necassary&lt;/span&gt; as of right now. That is right. I Sarah Michelle am no longer going to be an active member of society..... I will read books, watch movies and laugh the days away. I hope my work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; mind and who cares that i graduate in two weeks... I AM DONE =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OKAY OKAY so maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; not the best way to go about this but I do seem to have set up this blog account in attempts to further delay the numerous papers I have to turn in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My lovely cousin inspired me to begin this... all though she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;probally&lt;/span&gt; has no idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I figure eventually someone will wonder what is Sarah up too and come here to check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tommorrow&lt;/span&gt; night i have two papers due and well i have about a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sentance&lt;/span&gt; done on one of them. What have i done about this problem you ask..... I have gone to church, lingered longer than is normal or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;necassary&lt;/span&gt;, started to reread Twilight- which then lead to a long day dream which when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sumed&lt;/span&gt; up involves lots of sighing and wondering why not me God.... come on just throw in one vampire to spice things up..... then continued to turn my computer on and open word only to be distracted by the numerous choices of music and websites that are offered.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; hopeless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;geuss&lt;/span&gt; that I should get going on those papers and just keep hoping that next term a handsome some one (vampire or not ) is waiting so I can start MY love story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480420332283346206-1914086313499593958?l=whattolivefor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/feeds/1914086313499593958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3480420332283346206&amp;postID=1914086313499593958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/1914086313499593958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480420332283346206/posts/default/1914086313499593958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whattolivefor.blogspot.com/2008/12/escape-from-reality.html' title='Escape from Reality'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09615100863618142123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/TIO5df30POI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Fx0-lkvxB7g/S220/opa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JB0AQTPzlWI/STyCVaazbaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Riks8MHwZ-8/s72-c/z108441806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
