<?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-33561469</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:07:04.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Our Lives</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-116973226003272873</id><published>2007-01-25T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T10:26:55.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/349897/000_1056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/716205/000_1056.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/185364/000_1054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/105877/000_1054.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/437940/000_1052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/631056/000_1052.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/944922/000_1055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/794938/000_1055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/976165/000_1053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/792020/000_1053.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know down here in good ole Kentucky, they close the schools at even the slightest chance that the roads may get wet.  They will dump inches of salt on the roads, clear out the bread, eggs, and milk from the grocery stores and sit and wait for what may or may not happen...unbelieveable!  So we had our first "snow day" with approximately 3 inches of snow fall on the ground.  The girls did their best to make a white snowman...although he is a little brown from the mud.  But they had a blast and they did it all by themselves.  I wasn't about to go out and freeze rolling up balls of snow....so this creation is all their very own.  They even took the pictures of it themselves.  They were so proud.  They even made Marcus go outside with a flashlight in the dark to go see what they had created.  After "frosty" they came in for a good old cup of cocoa, homemade right out of the packet....disappointed that there were no mini-marshmallows.  I was just happy that they finally got to wear all the gear I purchased for all that skiing we were going to do this year.  This just happened to be our first snow fall.  Better late than never I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-116973226003272873?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/116973226003272873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=116973226003272873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116973226003272873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116973226003272873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-116889200463619183</id><published>2007-01-15T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T15:13:24.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rest of Christmas Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/529575/000_1014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/118228/000_1014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/863163/000_1012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/77980/000_1012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/782623/100_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/596256/100_0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/84866/000_1013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/807910/000_1013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/450377/000_1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/495281/000_1003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top off the rest of Christmas week, we went Icey Skating with the girls, mom, and me and Marcus.  (wow, check out the bad grammar)!  Lauren ended up being the "die-hard", she just kept going round and round and round.  It was a lot of fun, and we had yummy food too,,,popcorn, chicken tenders, I think we ate all their chicken tenders....&lt;br /&gt;My Jenn did my hair too while we were there.  I tried to use someone new here in N.KY- but I just need Jenn....she knows my hair, you know what I mean?  I would also like to say that she is now engaged!!  To a great guy, I'm so happy for her!&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, on the last few days of the week, we took off to Chicago to go see Kent and Alli, and little Malachi.  We had a great time, watching him open his presents, and going downtown.&lt;br /&gt;What a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-116889200463619183?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/116889200463619183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=116889200463619183&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116889200463619183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116889200463619183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2007/01/rest-of-christmas-week.html' title='The Rest of Christmas Week'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-116766776881962641</id><published>2007-01-01T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T11:35:11.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/679882/000_0978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/866923/000_0978.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/597312/000_0976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/577185/000_0976.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/551251/000_0974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/370281/000_0974.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/936196/000_0971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/283681/000_0971.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/367709/000_0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/674334/000_0999.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/881280/000_1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/96377/000_1000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/40742/000_0997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/904921/000_0997.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/916796/000_0968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/82630/000_0968.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/986905/000_0982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/627776/000_0982.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/738168/000_0984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/802549/000_0984.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/359933/000_0996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/15907/000_0996.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great Christmas!  &lt;br /&gt;We started out our Christmas Eve with Mimi Marsha here at the house as she made these beautiful night gowns for the girls.  There were Webkins, video games, lots of smiles and hugs...it was so good to have our Mimi Marsha here.  We then packed in a frenzy, and loaded up to go to Michigan.  &lt;br /&gt;Arriving at about 11pm, we crawled into bed, and woke up Christmas morning to coffee and breakfast with Papa, Mimi, Uncle Bryan, and Auntie Jenn and us.  Starting with stockings, and moving on to gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Papa was so excited about the electric razor scooters he had gotten the girls that he made me take my place down by the tree to take the ultimate picture of the expressions on their faces....He had built it up so much, that when the girls got downstairs, they staired at the tree (thinking that was the great surprise), Savannah gives the "Home Alone" hands on her cheeks expression, and Lauren stares at the tree and says, "I saw this yesterday.".~~priceless I tell you!~even after that they didn't really notice the scooters! Ha Ha! &lt;br /&gt;It was all quite comical...you can see from one of the pictures regarding the scooters that someone asked how they work and Lauren grabs the directions as if to read them, and says, "I don't know..."&lt;br /&gt;So we exchanged gifts with Gamecube, games, Doodlebears, perfumes, colognes, jewelry, sweaters, and many cups of coffee later, we were sitting around and it just made me so thankful for our family.  Thankful for all that we have and are able to give.&lt;br /&gt;It was great having Jenn there this year too as a big addition to our family.  As you can see from the picture, she is very kind and sweet,  but don't cross her (hence the knife in her hand)...yeah, we saw a whole other side to her...just kidding...my dad gave us all pocket knives...(I love you Jenn).&lt;br /&gt;We then moved into the kitchen and had all the yummy turkey, pretzel jello, potatoes, corn, stuffing, rolls..mmm!&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say with the weight I have lost I may have put a bit back on!&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was absolutely great!&lt;br /&gt;I have more pictures and more happenings from the week, so more to come later.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long delay in blogging, it was so insanely busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-116766776881962641?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/116766776881962641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=116766776881962641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116766776881962641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116766776881962641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas-blessings.html' title='Christmas Blessings'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-116588306517954659</id><published>2006-12-11T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T19:24:25.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Staff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/663099/000_0959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/461777/000_0959.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/683884/000_0960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/636855/000_0960.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/693587/000_0954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/31458/000_0954.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/599744/000_0941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/998454/000_0941.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/201547/000_0950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/911979/000_0950.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/236129/000_0951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/774816/000_0951.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/864021/000_0953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/840422/000_0953.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/763140/000_0946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/298520/000_0946.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to an incredible staff!!!&lt;br /&gt;We had such a blast this year at our staff Christmas party!  The team is really coming together and they are just that, a team.  They all work so hard and we are so thankful for each of them.&lt;br /&gt;Between the great food that night and all the laughs, my stomach muscles were sore from laughing so hard.  We did the white elephant gift exchange and it was just hysterical.  Gas proof underwear, fighting over the ice-scraper with the glove, all the Starbucks giftcards, Marcus winning the t-shirt that says "I'm training to be a cage fighter..." HA!  Marcus stepping on the oxygen tank line for someone who was there, and the machine making a freaky noise...he thought he might have really hurt the person needing the oxygen to breathe...The fuzzy kitten slippers and purse that one of our single young men on staff received....It really was just too much fun, my cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what a gift it truly is though, to feel like your team under you is a fit and has your heart.  Marcus and I are so blessed to be able to be a part of such a creative group of people who all they want to do is please the heart of Jesus.  Watching our childrens pastor putting together our Christmas kids play has been truly amazing, he has a degree in film and watching him literally coaching and conducting...I guess it's just really neat to see people working in their element. &lt;br /&gt;So needless to say...and not to keep repeating...but we had a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;And we are so so happy here in Northern Kentucky!  We call it home, love being here!  And all these people make the difference....Thank you Lord!&lt;br /&gt;///IN OTHER NEWS///&lt;br /&gt;Todd and Tara Hendricks had their baby girl, Laney, 2 minutes before midnight as Peyton predicted she would come on the 10th!  Congratulations!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how the siblings know....Savannah was the only one who predicted Lauren would be a girl...&lt;br /&gt;Love Ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-116588306517954659?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/116588306517954659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=116588306517954659&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116588306517954659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116588306517954659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-staff.html' title='Our Staff'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-116528424186915851</id><published>2006-12-04T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T07:25:45.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/13432/000_0919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/843857/000_0919.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/321177/000_0913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/513971/000_0913.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/758662/000_0915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/399866/000_0915.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/236844/000_0916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/581690/000_0916.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/382872/000_0914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/678742/000_0914.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  What a day!  My parents came down from Michigan, Marcus' mom too, as most of you know, she now lives here.  So not too full of house, but this year I decided to do a "fresh" turkey (for twice the price) and you know, I think I could tell a difference...better taste, moist, just simply yummy.  With all the preparation that goes into this day, I think we should win an award...you take days if not a week of prep, your time, your money, your irritating grocery experience....mine is always irritating...I think I'm going to dedicate an entire blog just to my shopping day at "the forgotten Kroger"....oh yes, it has been forgotten.  I should take my camera and time myself as to how long I have to wait in an aisle for the "blue haired" people (all the little old ladies from the retirement center behind my house) to finally realize I've been sitting there waiting and saying excuse me for at least 3 minutes....3 minutes may not seem so bad unless you have 20+ aisles X 3min per aisle...you do the math....okay.....Turkey day....that's right.  By the way, the blue haired people really clump together on Monday, bad day to go.... So our spread of yummy food was great, these are just a few pictures to show you what everyone's job was on that day..I was the picture taker, so I'm not in there...but it truly was a great day.  After we ate, we all went downstairs and watched RV..oh my, what a great comedy.  A must see, and it's kid friendly.  Well, until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-116528424186915851?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/116528424186915851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=116528424186915851&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116528424186915851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116528424186915851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-turkey-day.html' title='Our Turkey Day'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-116465018879282052</id><published>2006-11-27T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T14:02:33.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryans Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/666103/000_0899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/605225/000_0899.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/343532/000_0901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/237155/000_0901.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/471688/000_0898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/333245/000_0898.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/974509/000_0897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/410541/000_0897.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/51720/000_0905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/956845/000_0905.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/381680/000_0889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/175020/000_0889.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/666332/000_0894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/898182/000_0894.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/1600/447646/000_0890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1591/3687/320/368930/000_0890.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally my big brother leaps into marital bliss.  He took a while to find her, but she is perfection for him.  Jennifer will be a fun addition to our family, she is so sweet.  We left Kentucky on friday and returned from the six hour drive on saturday.  So it was a blink, but so worth it.  Savannah and Lauren were the flower girls, with another little girl, so there were 3.  They were adorable.  Bryan cried when he saw Jennifer, emotion that you don't usually see from him.  The wedding was beautiful!  And the desserts, ahhh!  They had these huge strawberries covered in chocolate that looked like little tuxedos and brides dresses.  So as quick as the trip was, it was a moment that we all waited a long time to be a part of....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-116465018879282052?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/116465018879282052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=116465018879282052&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116465018879282052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116465018879282052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/11/bryans-wedding.html' title='Bryans Wedding'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-116359291203536280</id><published>2006-11-15T07:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T07:15:12.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Shred of a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0887.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself, early in the morning, you're still sleepy as the sun is barely rising and for thousandth time you are getting your child ready for school and ready to embark on the long drive to and from school....55minutes to be exact....but who's counting??  You are extra sleepy this fine morning and choose just to drive her in your flannel pj's, socks without shoes, t-shirt only, hair thrown up in a pony tail, no make up, etc...  You proceed down the expressway as you have 1000 times going approximately 75 mph in what should be your trusty vehicle...Lord knows you paid enough for it to be that way...  When you hear a sound as if a large rock has just crawled up your wheel well in the rear and paid it a visit.  I look in the rearview mirror apologizing to the poor soul I just spit that baby out at--I then hear the sound of a large semi approaching right on my tail, only I don't see one....nope, it's the sound of my tire....my dummy light comes on inside that says "check tire pressure"  only what that really smart computer didn't realize was that I didn't even have any tire pressure as the tire was burning to a crisp.  There was no safe place to pull off as I as at the highway split ready to merge onto another highway...so I had to drive it out until I could pull off into the grass...Savannah and I both roll the windows down and peer outside the vehicle and see what had become of our tire....yes.....or lack there of.....it was truly, one shred of a day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-116359291203536280?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/116359291203536280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=116359291203536280&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116359291203536280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116359291203536280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-shred-of-day.html' title='One Shred of a Day'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-116300224585429055</id><published>2006-11-08T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T13:50:08.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0880.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0882.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun night we had.  Savannah was an Asian Princess (don't ask me) and Lauren was a Snow Princess.  We went with Nate and Bri and their girls.  So we all loaded up with our pillow cases and little girls and hit the old neighborhood we lived in last year just due to the houses being closer together and familiarity I guess.  It wasn't too cold..nice Kentucky night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah and Avery made up this little jingle as they are left in the dust from Lauren and Mia.  Lauren and Mia were on a mission and the other two just couldn't keep up... the jingle went something like "Bingo, we found a house, Bingo, we found a house, Happy Halloween..."  Cute but annoying after an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, many pieces of candy later, we were finally through and went home to candy swapping and trading... It's just sad that the world has really distorted this time of year into all the nasty costumes and wicked, evil movies...you know it all started out as just being a celebration of the Harvest time of year....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-116300224585429055?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/116300224585429055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=116300224585429055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116300224585429055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116300224585429055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-116256317494800386</id><published>2006-11-03T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T09:12:54.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Miniature Pony!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0884.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0855.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you read the title and wouldn't have put it passed me to actually purchase a miniature pony!&lt;br /&gt;This blog was just simply for the shock value....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually just our little Rozzy...it's a doggie coat that looks like a horsey blanket....&lt;br /&gt;Too much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is just a picture of my new "do" for the winter as the humidity has subsided....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-116256317494800386?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/116256317494800386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=116256317494800386&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116256317494800386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116256317494800386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/11/our-miniature-pony.html' title='Our Miniature Pony!!'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-116204937100637015</id><published>2006-10-28T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T11:29:31.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No School = Go Bowling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0871.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0856.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0865.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0866.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0858.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a really fun day!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah had a half day so we decided to go bowling with friends.  &lt;br /&gt;We signed up for 2 games thinking that would be good and didn't realize that with 6 people it would take us over 3hrs to get through it all.  Holy-my-Cow!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with our Nachos, Soft pretzels, Cheese, and a pitcher of Diet coke, we spent the ENTIRE day at the Superbowl.&lt;br /&gt;Well, after 2 pitchers of diet coke and 3hrs later,  Sharrie and I were a little delirious, so we the parents began to bowl rather silly....bowling backwards....granny style....and believe it or not, I threw a strike bowling backwards, not even looking where I was throwing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our rain has finally ceased and I am going to go and enjoy this beautiful day on my horse!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-116204937100637015?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/116204937100637015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=116204937100637015&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116204937100637015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116204937100637015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-school-go-bowling.html' title='No School = Go Bowling!'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-116164042784053856</id><published>2006-10-23T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:53:47.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time-Where does it Go?</title><content type='html'>Ok!  Can you say "Busy Season?"--Yes, these tend to come and go and right now it has come and is having a difficult time going.  I apologize I have no pictures to post, I just really haven't taken any.  Our functions lately haven't been real blog worthy unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;Some new news is the girls have auditioned for the childrens play at church and Savannah will be a Ballerina (how fitting, as she is always sitting us all down to show us her latest dance.)  And Lauren will be in the childrens choir, which is the core of the thing.  Savannah had tried out for a specific part that contained 3 girls and she learned the hard lesson of being happy and excited for your bestfriend who got the part instead of you.  But as we walk her through these things, they are just building her little character and developing her inner beauty.  Hmmm....    Lauren on the other hand found out when she got there that if you couldn't read, you wouldn't get an acting part....she didn't mind at all, sat through Savannah's audition and gave her sister a big hug when she was done.  We all should be that carefree, wouldn't it be nice....&lt;br /&gt;So things are plugging away with daily routine....I've joined our praise team and that has been great, working with the choir on parts etc....it's my current niche'.&lt;br /&gt;Got my hair cut and colored today, I feel vibrant once again.....yet I feel like a traitor as my buddy Jen couldn't come from Michigan to do it, I figured I'd better establish something here, ---2yrs later...we had a good run.&lt;br /&gt;Other than all of the above, we're doing great!!  Doing lots together...and that is just the BEST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-116164042784053856?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/116164042784053856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=116164042784053856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116164042784053856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116164042784053856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-where-does-it-go.html' title='Time-Where does it Go?'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-116076585715874965</id><published>2006-10-13T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T09:23:03.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonny Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0835.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0827.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0828.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0832.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0830.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is dedicated to my Sonny Boy!  I took some pictures of him this morning and I was just thrilled to see him frisky and playful in the cold morning sunshine.  He is doing great!  Since his injury in June, it has been very slow going....but I think we're over the slow progress.  He is now running around his field with his buddies and he is so happy to be outside being a horse again after several months of stall rest.  There is no longer any limit to how long he stays out and that makes me so incredibly thankful.  He has got to be the happiest, most goofy horse ever!  When he's inside his stall happily eating an abundance of hay, it's sticking to him everywhere in his mane, his forlock...and he seems to like how silly he looks.  Or when you go into his field to bring in one of his buddies, he follows you, practically clipping your heels with his feet...when you stop, he stops-if you jog ahead, so does he...right on your heels!  I don't think most people understand how much personality these incredibly graceful, yet large creatures are.  I can hug him, standing in front of him, and he will crane his neck around and hug me back.  He has got to be one of the most affectionate horses I have ever known.  So now you can see why I spend so much time with him...he is an escape for me.  An escape from the busy-ness, my own little get-away!  He is my boy....I know we have a long life ahead of us with many memories of running through fields together, many trail rides with the beauty of the trees and streams.  I just hope I can give back to him just as much as he gives to me,, he is priceless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-116076585715874965?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/116076585715874965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=116076585715874965&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116076585715874965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116076585715874965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/10/sonny-boy.html' title='Sonny Boy'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-116048891872402062</id><published>2006-10-10T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:02:44.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laurens Farm Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0804.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0807.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0806.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0810.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0800.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0799.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0798.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day this was!! Can you imagine me (Sara) with oh, let's say about 100 kindergarteners!!  I thought I would lose my mind, but it was so important to Lauren that I was there, we are discovering that her little "love language" is -quality time-.  If you ever get the chance to read "The 5 love languages of your children", DO!  They say in the book that you can really start to see it around the age of 5, right on target!  &lt;br /&gt;So we get on the school bus, Laurens first time, and she is sooo amazed that you don't have to wear a seatbelt...ha ha.  &lt;br /&gt;We then arrive and there are so many little cute animals to feed, they gave her a cup of grain and she had a ball!  The little baby goat was heartbreaking, they took it out from it's mother and twin and it literally cried like a baby, sounded just like one!  &lt;br /&gt;We ate some lunch and Lauren had a little friend who we'll keep her anonymous....as she was so incredibly annoying, she had a taco lunchable and it only had let's say 10 things you have to open....and yes, I opened them all, and then she proceded to steal Laurens lunch items claiming she had never tried this, and never tried that----I had one nerve left and she was stomping on it!!--Okay moving along....  &lt;br /&gt;We then all hopped on a wagon and had a great hayride!  We were on our way to find a pumpkin in the pumpkin patch.  We of course got a little side-tracked (you know Lauren) and we found ourselves caterpillar hunting instead! (they were really cute, and there were a ton of them, what does the almanac say about that??)  So we found the perfect pumpkin, Laurens had to have had the most mud on it, mine had cute little curly's on the stem.&lt;br /&gt;So overall, it was a fun exhausting day and it meant the world to Lauren.  So it meant the world to me too.  I was able to overcome the cute little pudgy girl who was really hyper and was really demanding at lunch, okay, still trying to overcome...all I can hear is 'hey Laurens mom...'ha ha ha.  Just laugh Sara, just laugh...&lt;br /&gt;( I apologize the pictures are all in backward order, thank you blogger for getting it goofy again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-116048891872402062?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/116048891872402062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=116048891872402062&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116048891872402062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116048891872402062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/10/laurens-farm-field-trip.html' title='Laurens Farm Field Trip'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-116019563429680228</id><published>2006-10-06T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T00:33:54.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Fun Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0793.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0796.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0794.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0795.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0797.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that Fall is probably the most beautiful of all seasons.  Spring is great, just a little soggy.  Summer is nice and warm, but I get tired of sweating.  Winter is pretty, but frigid after a while.  Fall is perfect, with chilly, crisp mornings turning into sunny not too warm afternoons, and beautiful sunsets among the changing leaves...hmmm... yummy apple cider, hayrides, long horseback rides, crisp apples, and raking leaves, yes, raking leaves, you know how I am about shoveling snow...yes, leaves too....sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we decided to decorate our pumpkins...we debated to decorate with ugly permanent marker (as we did one year), or colored marker, mmm yeah, no thank you.  Foam stickers...maybe, then (light goes on) we had seen these kits at Target that had Mr. Potato Head parts to decorate your pumpkin.  So that's what we did, little princess pumpkins!!  The girls had a blast and they now proudly sit on the front porch.  They greet all who come to our door, okay that's really only the delivery people with my ebay purchases-I'm an admitted addict.  I know that denial usually comes first, but I'm too frequent to be in denial...&lt;br /&gt;My latest find is a coffee thermos thing that holds about 4 good sized cups of coffee, it will be absolutely perfect for the barn.  The leaves are just starting to turn and the trails are just gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well- Happy Beautiful Fall Season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-116019563429680228?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/116019563429680228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=116019563429680228&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116019563429680228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/116019563429680228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/10/beautiful-fun-fall.html' title='Beautiful Fun Fall'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-115972520733667610</id><published>2006-10-01T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T13:53:27.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0788.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0790.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0789.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0791.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were getting ready for church this morning and why we had extra time on a sunday morning to catch a few moments together was a little puzzling.  It's usually running around, tension, getting ready in a hurry, trying to keep Lauren moving...my little turtle...etc and it's a rush for the door.  Yet I have felt such an incredible urgency these last few days to slow down, cherish, and literally start pouring into these precious little girls God has given to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being in a hurry, I'm tired of losing moments...&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Family Christian Store last night and purchased a bunch of resources to really bring this family together and develop a unity that will keep us so tightly knit..I purchased a family devotional, a bible for Savannah that is easy for her to comprehend (she's already read 9 chapters) a few books for me, lots of music for the girls--it was so much fun! &lt;br /&gt;I want to be their mother, their teacher, and have that relationship with them that we are going to need as they get older.&lt;br /&gt;I am just so thankful for these 2 beautiful girls, I want them to be prepared for life with a family they can count on and run to and I feel that if I don't grab ahold of it now, it's going to pass by.  How tragic to have gotten so busy that one day it's too late, the time has passed.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help us to slow down and not only take care of our children, but develop them, love them, guide them, and lead them giving them the tools they need to walk through life boldly, knowing exactly who they are and who You've created them to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-115972520733667610?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/115972520733667610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=115972520733667610&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115972520733667610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115972520733667610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-children.html' title='My Children'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-115957739235023302</id><published>2006-09-29T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T20:58:54.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Note From Savannah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0709.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, it's me Savannah,&lt;br /&gt;I was journaling in my laptop, well, my dad's old one and I thought it would be fun to share my journal entry with everyone who's far, far, away.  So here goes....&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to school, and became Student of the Week!  I am really excited to take Butterscotch home (our class guinea pig).  Today I took Curious George home and I have to journal the whole weekend about everywhere I take George.  Then I came home and played with my dogs.  Then I ate dinner with my family.  Now I am watching Starlah, my hermit crab, and typing on my computer.  Tomorrow,  is the parade and funfest for school, we are decorating a float, we get to toss candy, and then play games and ride rides all day.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday I am going to church, YEAH!!  I sing on the praise team and it is so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;Next week, my mom, will bring Pete for show-n-tell.&lt;br /&gt;So that's about all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love, hugs, and kisses....Savannah Jean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-115957739235023302?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/115957739235023302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=115957739235023302&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115957739235023302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115957739235023302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/09/note-from-savannah.html' title='Note From Savannah'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-115914175124742769</id><published>2006-09-24T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T19:49:32.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0771.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0769.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!  What a great weekend we had!!  We had 85 women from the church head down to Lexington, might I add beautiful horse country!, for a 2-day "advance".  We had so much fun!  We had our praise and worship band there and God moved in such a powerful way in I believe each one of their lives.  It was also our final off-campus conference though, we just find too many women that can't afford to go and that breaks my heart.  I'd rather do this in-house and reach more people.&lt;br /&gt;Our speaker was Sheila Gerald from Seattle, and she and her husband have just been big heroes in our lives, they are so open and we love how they "do" church.  They have such a great spirit about their church.  We learned this weekend about what our core value is and the verbs that go along with that, which to me was amazing because I think it's sometimes diffucult to sum up what your mission in life is, so I discovered in "real' words that my core value is HOPE and my verbs are *inspire, *give, and *renew.  So my mission statement reads, ---My purpose is to Inspire, Give, and Renew HOPE in others.  And I felt that this really defined me, they're always calling me the eternal optimist.  So God is just So GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;And I just had to include this other picture of myself and Jamie.  Jamie is the sister of RICH in the country band "Big and Rich" and I always tease her that she is one of our in'house celebrity's!  She is such a blast and she just found out this weekend that she is pregnant with her and her husbands first baby together.  They are a blended family and soon to be adding another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well-I am signing off--please leave your thoughts, I love reading them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-115914175124742769?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/115914175124742769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=115914175124742769&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115914175124742769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115914175124742769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-115869211628088223</id><published>2006-09-19T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T16:20:30.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back By Demand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0178.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0178.12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0231.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0231.12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0532.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0532.12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dedicated to those of you who asked for pictures of "muwa", so back by popular demand are some pictures with me in them, I guess just to prove to you that I actually do exist.  So here I am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a little crazy busy around here, you know "the new normal", and I have a womens conference this weekend that I'm getting ready for, so that's the reason for the lapse in the blog mania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard that Blue Man Group is coming to Cinci here the beginning of October, it's probably the best show I've ever seen and if you ever get the chance to see them, GO!  I regret that I will not be able to go....but anyway, just thought I'd throw that out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come later.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-115869211628088223?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/115869211628088223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=115869211628088223&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115869211628088223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115869211628088223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-by-demand.html' title='Back By Demand'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-115818146383044479</id><published>2006-09-13T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T17:04:23.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothless Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0760.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0764.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0762.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0763.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always knew this day would come.  Losing both your front teeth can be a bit of a challenge as you try to say those words that just don't come out right anymore...like Thursday, or in my case my dad thought it was funny to make me read the book "Sammy the Seal" over and over again and laugh.  Kind of like when he would spank me he would be laughing really hard just before it would hit....hmm....okay that still requires a therapy session...  Just kidding, I'll be the first to say it's because I was a drama queen about the whole thing....wow, moving right along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to little Savannah our toothless wonder.  It's such a fun stage.  Her first tooth that she lost was a doozy as she pulled it out, saw the blood, said "I don't feel so good", threw up in the toilet, and proceded to pass out!  I'm thankful that the teeth to follow was a much better experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next pictures are of a park we went to with girls on our family night.  It's a great little park that sits behind the 'Y' and we love our time there.  Family time is important...we all seem to reconnect and bond again after it seems like we all lead separate lives throughout the week, getting so busy with this and that.  We always hold one night a week sacred for our family.  Well, that was for someone out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it's been a busy week, getting ready to go teach my 3 yr olds tonight at church, and then in the morning I'm teaching at our MOPS meeting to all the mom's with preschoolers who think they are losing their minds and their season will never pass...I'm proof that you do make it through, and in looking back with my now 3rd grader and Kindergartner, I made it  through way to fast...So to the mom's out there, I have 2 words..."slow down".  Enjoy your season whatever it may be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-115818146383044479?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/115818146383044479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=115818146383044479&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115818146383044479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115818146383044479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/09/toothless-wonder.html' title='Toothless Wonder'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-115791256326270860</id><published>2006-09-10T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T14:22:43.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0733.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0729.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0732.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0734.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well-to top off our week with mimi and do a birthday dinner with Savannah we went to Fuji Steakhouse, which is right around the corner from our house and is like a Benni-Hanna.  It's a very entertaining form of dinner where they do percussion with their knife and spatula, they do the onion volcano etc, so much fun!  It is one of most favorite restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was a sad goodbye when mimi had to leave.  We have so much fun when she is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete is adjusting very well, no major arguements between he and Roswell.  Although I have my baby bottle filled with coins on hand just in case.  If you drop it on the floor when they are in a fight, they are so startled, that they forget what they were argueing about...maybe some married folk ought to give that a try.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Marcus mom has just moved into town.  She is going to be starting a new life here in wonderful Northern Kentucky/Cincinnati Metro....the greatest place on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well~as I sign off, a big thank you to all of you who responded in comments, it is so nice to hear your thoughts and know that you are visiting.  And for those of you who are wondering if you need to do the "word verification" when leaving a comment, yes you do.  It keeps me from getting automated junk in my comment section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all---miss you dearly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-115791256326270860?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/115791256326270860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=115791256326270860&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115791256326270860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115791256326270860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-to-top-off-our-week-with-mimi-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-115765365940218146</id><published>2006-09-07T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T14:27:39.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OH FOR PETE'S SAKE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0728.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0716.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0715.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0720.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sweety Petey and he is just simply the best!&lt;br /&gt;You never know with a rescue just what you are getting....torn shoes, ripped up carpet, potty things, attacking your children, ya know just to name a few...&lt;br /&gt;But Pete is such an easy keeper.  He is so good.  He stays in the house while we are gone with full run of the house and is just an angel.  He seems to be adjusting well.  He is playful, eating, sleeping well and doesn't seem to be stressed.  And Marcus even likes him, YES!&lt;br /&gt;He and Roswell are doing fine, they had one scuffle about playing with a toy, but it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Roswell is just such a grouch.  I told him I would start calling him 'oscar' if he didn't knock it off.  Pete wants to play with him so badly and Roswell is snubbing for now.  They'll adjust.&lt;br /&gt;My mom has been here which has been so incredibly wonderful, and she brought her puppy Greyson, he's a 9month old mni-schnauzer and we actually had to put him the kennel cuz he was trying to pick fights with Pete, who not only is about 5x bigger than he is, but outweighs him by, oh, let's say 35lbs.... it's so true that they don't know they're size.  So Pete so graciously spared his life....=)&lt;br /&gt;But I love having 2 dogs, it feels complete....you just laughed, if you really know me...&lt;br /&gt;SMOOCH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-115765365940218146?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/115765365940218146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=115765365940218146&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115765365940218146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115765365940218146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-for-petes-sake.html' title='OH FOR PETE&apos;S SAKE!!'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-115756176371247266</id><published>2006-09-06T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:56:03.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0707.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0707.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0706.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0706.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0712.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0712.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0710.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0710.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0711.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0711.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well-Savannah is the big "8"!~!&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast of a day.  She wanted to for-go the party and get straight to shopping.  She wanted the money we'd put towards a party for shopping money.  She is just like her MiMi!  My mom was here and just loves that she inherited the "shopping gene".  Although her daddy has the same gene.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go to Limited Too and Libby Lou, but we never made it past Limited Too.  I can't believe her jeans are just as much as mine.&lt;br /&gt;So the little Diva had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;She and Lauren went on the carousel, my gosh, this thing is 2-storys high!&lt;br /&gt;We then went back home and had an icecream cake from Coldstone....YUM.&lt;br /&gt;Cake batter icecream with red velvet cake.......Coldstone I'm convinced is a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to believe where the time has gone.  It seems like just yesterday we were bringing her home from the hospital.  It seems like just yesterday I was running down the stairs cuz my water had just broke and the anticipation of seeing her beautiful face put butterflies in my stomach and I couldn't wait to just hold her.&lt;br /&gt;What I wasn't anticipating was her weighing 9lbs 5oz, getting stuck, wouldn't fit and 27hours later they had to cut her out!!&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, sorry so graphic.....yep seems like just yesterday I felt like I had birthed a toddler not an infant!  Just kidding....&lt;br /&gt;She is so precious, her sweet little spirit just lights up a room.  Always the peace-maker....always including her little sister.  I love that they are best-buds.   &lt;br /&gt;And to top off the night, we received Pete....I will update with pictures tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day.  My angel turned 8.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-115756176371247266?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/115756176371247266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=115756176371247266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115756176371247266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115756176371247266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/09/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-115722867193924846</id><published>2006-09-02T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T16:28:15.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Horsey Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0702.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0705.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0695.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0696.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a whole lot of new happenings as of today, so I was thinking about what to blog and since I spent all day out at the barn, I thought I would just dedicate this one to "horseys"--imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I want to introduce to you little "Addy".  We call her this because of her "attitude".  She's absolutely adorable, but absolutely full of herself.  She will kick and bite you any chance she gets!  She seems to have this button on her butt and when you push it, you get both tiny little feet coming your direction!&lt;br /&gt;But she's too cute for words and we get so many laughs from her "tude".  Just thought I'd share her with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course is my Sonny boy!  His foot is doing soooo much better, today he was able to go out with 3 others in a field.  This is really exciting for him as he has been in for 9weeks now.  He stayed out for about an hour and couldn't figure out why no one would play with him, he was squeeling and bucking and twirling his neck while everyone else looked at him like he'd lost his mind.  So these pictures are of him after he was brought back in and he wasn't real happy with me....  He kept calling for his buddies, I guess it's better than his usual "screaming" at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on Pete is he is coming after my mom and Grayson go home.  So probably about a week.  We thought we'd spare him the introduction to Grayson (9mos old) and still very much a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all, life is speeding along and I'm just trying to keep up!!  Love ya's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-115722867193924846?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/115722867193924846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=115722867193924846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115722867193924846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115722867193924846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/09/horsey-blog.html' title='Horsey Blog'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-115697588545298247</id><published>2006-08-30T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T18:12:09.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Addition to our Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/IN291.6521845-3-pn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/IN291.6521845-3-pn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are happy to introduce to you Pete!!&lt;br /&gt;This is a sad little picture of Pete just waiting for a adoptive family to come to his rescue.&lt;br /&gt;I found Pete on Petfinder.com and my heart just raced as I wanted to look into this further.&lt;br /&gt;Why? When we already have a great little guy named Roswell?&lt;br /&gt;Because my baby went off to Kindergarten this year and I feel like I need something that needs me....&lt;br /&gt;Crazy?  Maybe.....&lt;br /&gt;Marcus thinks I've lost my mind.  The girls are absolutely thrilled, and yes after Marcus met Pete, he really liked him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete will be coming the weekend after Labor Day as MiMi is coming for  a visit for Vannah's Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;The Big "8", yeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been on pins and needles waiting for approval for Pete, and we got the "Congrats" today....&lt;br /&gt;So "hey there Pete, we just can't wait!!"   "Oh, for Pete's sake" you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait to welcome home our new Pete.....He's a  4yr old male Boxer and I think we're all going to love him dearly.&lt;br /&gt;Marcus always says my heart is the size of Texas for animals, I guess it is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-115697588545298247?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/115697588545298247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=115697588545298247&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115697588545298247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115697588545298247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/08/addition-to-our-family.html' title='An Addition to our Family'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561469.post-115689619246985162</id><published>2006-08-29T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T22:05:54.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Are!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0660.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0667.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0611.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/1600/000_0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1591/3687/320/000_0449.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of great things happening, this blog site is going to be a great way to update all of you loved ones who it's not always easy to update, and it's probably going to help me take more pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;The "fam" is doing great and staying so very busy with school starting and getting back on the beloved schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know that my baby, "Sonny" has been out of commission for several months and I must say that with all the glory due to the Lord he is back and doing very well....so I am on cloud "9".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah has started her new school and having a good start which is a huge blessing.  The drive is really something, but it's good opportunity to pray and worship....I think I look like I have "road rage" as I really am getting into the songs, but hey, I'm having moments here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren is doing good too getting started in Kindergarten.. The one kid in all day and the other in half day might send me to the looney bin, but we're adjusting....slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are absolutely loving our beautiful Cinncinnati....We are so blessed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33561469-115689619246985162?l=daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/115689619246985162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33561469&amp;postID=115689619246985162&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115689619246985162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33561469/posts/default/115689619246985162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysof-ourlives.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-we-are.html' title='Here We Are!!'/><author><name>Sara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17107994626257855806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
