<?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-2905336687872495183</id><updated>2012-01-31T13:47:29.653-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='Married'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Relaxation'/><category term='Contest'/><category term='Wedding photos'/><category term='personal'/><category term='Travels'/><category term='Senior photography'/><title type='text'>Sassy Molassy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-2479582614590715646</id><published>2010-08-30T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:26:36.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senior photography'/><title type='text'>She's with the band.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Actually, that's not entirely true.&amp;nbsp; She's is the band :) This girl can play like no body's business. A is a drummer, guitarist and a singer...oh did I mention she also plays the clarinet in marching band? 'Cause she does. I definitely wanted this senor's music to be part of her photos. Here is a lil' taste from my latest photo shoot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THwokvLlJcI/AAAAAAAAATU/IJBgICYblqU/s1600/IMG_7615+copy+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THwokvLlJcI/AAAAAAAAATU/IJBgICYblqU/s640/IMG_7615+copy+2.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took these near the Galleria and she changed in a bookstore and then had to walk through the mall in her formal and heels! It was definitely an adventure, we had a blast.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THwodt3LIeI/AAAAAAAAATE/rpzw2oo2LW4/s1600/Amber2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THwodt3LIeI/AAAAAAAAATE/rpzw2oo2LW4/s640/Amber2.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Live and unplugged in the park. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THwohFS8NqI/AAAAAAAAATM/v-VlOtLAYz4/s1600/Amber5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THwohFS8NqI/AAAAAAAAATM/v-VlOtLAYz4/s640/Amber5.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THwon6npE8I/AAAAAAAAATc/bFGkE4wpBFQ/s1600/music1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THwon6npE8I/AAAAAAAAATc/bFGkE4wpBFQ/s640/music1.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THwoqwtCQfI/AAAAAAAAATk/EqaiXUmj9QI/s1600/stickers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THwoqwtCQfI/AAAAAAAAATk/EqaiXUmj9QI/s640/stickers.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had fun squeezing in Sally {my little Mustang} and driving all over town and striking poses. Thanks A. I had a blast hanging with you girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-2479582614590715646?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/2479582614590715646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2010/08/shes-with-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/2479582614590715646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/2479582614590715646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2010/08/shes-with-band.html' title='She&apos;s with the band.'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THwokvLlJcI/AAAAAAAAATU/IJBgICYblqU/s72-c/IMG_7615+copy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-2724117703494424167</id><published>2010-08-24T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:07:19.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Married'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding photos'/><title type='text'>J &amp; R just got married.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THP3wqvfUNI/AAAAAAAAASk/aFgk_e4kc_M/s1600/Framed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THP3wqvfUNI/AAAAAAAAASk/aFgk_e4kc_M/s640/Framed.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;West Texas is mucho caliente in the summer, I mean melt your face off H O T! The day of J &amp;amp; R's wedding was even hotter, but I don't think they even noticed.&amp;nbsp; They only had eyes for each other.&amp;nbsp; J was stunning in her wedding gown and the heat didn't phase her a bit...even though I made them go outside and strike a few poses.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THP3uQ9yA0I/AAAAAAAAASc/yGKOjgPIAOg/s1600/IMG_6532_bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THP3uQ9yA0I/AAAAAAAAASc/yGKOjgPIAOg/s640/IMG_6532_bw.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I so love this one.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THP6TakOlgI/AAAAAAAAASs/9qNd6fuayT4/s1600/IMG_6152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THP6TakOlgI/AAAAAAAAASs/9qNd6fuayT4/s640/IMG_6152.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THP3ksKKsfI/AAAAAAAAASM/A-JWnUr1dGU/s1600/WeddingParty1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THP3ksKKsfI/AAAAAAAAASM/A-JWnUr1dGU/s640/WeddingParty1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wedding party...melting in the sun but still puttin' on a smile.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THP7yt1yWRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZHhbVSzl_3Q/s1600/IMG_65421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THP7yt1yWRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZHhbVSzl_3Q/s640/IMG_65421.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congratulations J. &amp;amp; R.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-2724117703494424167?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/2724117703494424167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2010/08/j-r-just-got-married.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/2724117703494424167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/2724117703494424167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2010/08/j-r-just-got-married.html' title='J &amp; R just got married.'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/THP3wqvfUNI/AAAAAAAAASk/aFgk_e4kc_M/s72-c/Framed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-5528271781859895456</id><published>2010-04-23T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T14:14:58.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest Numero Dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: FG Rebecca; font-size: medium;"&gt;For my second installment in the contest realm everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: FG Rebecca; font-size: medium;"&gt; of every age is welcomed to get involved! Summer is just&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: FG Rebecca; font-size: medium;"&gt;around the corner, which means vacation time! So I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: FG Rebecca; font-size: medium;"&gt;want to see your favorite vacation pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S9IM_VTV90I/AAAAAAAAARs/ZscrWII9-PM/s1600-h/Vaca1%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Vaca1" height="480" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S9INAGPibCI/AAAAAAAAARw/Yf1v14UxVwk/Vaca1_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: inline;" title="Vaca1" width="624" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the contest: Just submit your Favorite vacation&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: FG Rebecca; font-size: medium;"&gt;photo on the Sassy  Molassy Photography Facebook&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: FG Rebecca; font-size: medium;"&gt;wall to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S9INAtAggQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/-E9RZWPVLHE/s1600-h/Vaca2%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Vaca2" height="480" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S9INBLs3MHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/YOuPx6V5hyk/Vaca2_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: inline;" title="Vaca2" width="624" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person with the most "likes" and "comments" on his&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: FG Rebecca; font-size: medium;"&gt;or her wall  post will win a free portrait session with me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: FG Rebecca; font-size: medium;"&gt;plus one free 8x10 (To be redeemed any time May-June).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: FG Rebecca; font-size: medium;"&gt; That’s $100.00 worth of free stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S9INBmXx8oI/AAAAAAAAAR8/D3Ad-5bqbZg/s1600-h/Vaca4%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Vaca4" height="480" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S9INCLqPxVI/AAAAAAAAASA/o6j2SDD-ve8/Vaca4_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: inline;" title="Vaca4" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go get creative! Invite your friends to help you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: FG Rebecca; font-size: medium;"&gt;out. Hurry and get  your photos in soon because this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: FG Rebecca; font-size: medium;"&gt;competition ends May 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: FG Rebecca; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: FG Rebecca; font-size: medium;"&gt;Here’s one more photo from a shoot I did recently- just for fun…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: FG Rebecca; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S9INCTYt3cI/AAAAAAAAASE/8F0S6Eb5xVo/s1600-h/SJ%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="SJ" height="480" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S9INC2cx5jI/AAAAAAAAASI/vVtMYxe-K-Y/SJ_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: inline;" title="SJ" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-5528271781859895456?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/5528271781859895456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2010/04/contest-numero-dos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/5528271781859895456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/5528271781859895456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2010/04/contest-numero-dos.html' title='Contest Numero Dos'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S9INAGPibCI/AAAAAAAAARw/Yf1v14UxVwk/s72-c/Vaca1_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-5190327733846564781</id><published>2010-04-20T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:50:11.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky Peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here’s a little sneak Peak of my latest senior shoot. S. was a total superstar, I mean this girls a natural.&amp;#160; She was such a good sport as we drove around town from location to location.&amp;#160; Unpacking, then repacking all the camera gear and props. Drive to next location and repeat…you get the idea.&amp;#160; The last pic is my fave co-starring Spot (her viola: thus named because the little guy got a chip when she was younger). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Loved the mustard cardigan-it’s pretty epic. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S84heMpxjVI/AAAAAAAAARE/Blelc5_x4RY/s1600-h/Sarah34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Sarah3" style="display: inline" height="480" alt="Sarah3" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S84hhAKnfwI/AAAAAAAAARI/klzt_GJeyoM/Sarah3_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Isn’t she so very Alice from “Alice in Wonderland” in this next one?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S84hhtm6ZQI/AAAAAAAAARM/R6REY_91uzY/s1600-h/Sarah28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Sarah2" style="display: inline" height="480" alt="Sarah2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S84hiF287JI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ZVRe1G8kR-A/Sarah2_thumb6.jpg?imgmax=800" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S84hiuGsjtI/AAAAAAAAARU/H2D1y7G4WrM/s1600-h/Sarah6%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Sarah6" style="display: inline" height="480" alt="Sarah6" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S84hjIX-QkI/AAAAAAAAARY/aC1kjiSpGCI/Sarah6_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Here it is my FAVEORITE! When you become famous one day S. I think this should be your album cover ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S84hjsoZa2I/AAAAAAAAARg/tynDHPfojx8/s1600-h/Sarah48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Sarah4" style="display: inline" height="480" alt="Sarah4" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S84hkdAGoxI/AAAAAAAAARk/tFHmNQnEDhE/Sarah4_thumb6.jpg?imgmax=800" width="624" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; S. I had so much fun hanging out with you-thanks! Hope you like them .&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-5190327733846564781?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/5190327733846564781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2010/04/sneaky-peak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/5190327733846564781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/5190327733846564781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2010/04/sneaky-peak.html' title='Sneaky Peak'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S84hhAKnfwI/AAAAAAAAARI/klzt_GJeyoM/s72-c/Sarah3_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-1651433507615892875</id><published>2010-03-25T05:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:45:22.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><title type='text'>Know someone who is graduating in 2K11?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/editaccount.php?networks#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all you 2K11 seniors in the Houston area. I'm looking for 2 senior reps. This means free photos for you- plus you get to be the face of &lt;a href="http://www.sassymophoto.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sassy Molassy Photography&lt;/a&gt; for the 2010- 2011 school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sassymophoto.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog" height="270" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S6tWoQfoCnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CqvkViZsIgk/Blog%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Blog" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you aren't a 2011 senior but you know someone, share the wealth. Parents feel free to enter for your students. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Just submit your favorite T.V. show for this year on the &lt;a href="http://www.sassymophoto.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sassy Molassy Photography&lt;/a&gt; Facebook wall. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/editaccount.php?networks#%21/notes/sassy-molassy-photography/do-you-know-someone-who-is-graduating-in-2011/104891442877421" target="_blank"&gt;Go here to enter.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sassymophoto.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog" height="145" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S6tWo4kOWpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HBbMXmsAOWE/Blog%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Blog" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;The person with the most "likes" and "comments" on his or her wall post will win free senior portraits (That includes forty wallets and one 8x10 FREE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go get creative! Send it to your friends to help you out. This competition ends April 7th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sassymophoto.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog2" height="273" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S6tWpMCoWDI/AAAAAAAAARA/Uzn0as24lSI/Blog2%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Blog2" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-1651433507615892875?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/1651433507615892875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2010/03/know-someone-who-is-graduating-in-2k11.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/1651433507615892875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/1651433507615892875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2010/03/know-someone-who-is-graduating-in-2k11.html' title='Know someone who is graduating in 2K11?'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S6tWoQfoCnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CqvkViZsIgk/s72-c/Blog%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-8488139004842785057</id><published>2009-09-28T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:49:54.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A lazy day…and a dog-eating-horse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here I am. I have arrived at the age of twenty-six and some days I still ask myself the question “&lt;em&gt;What do I want to be when I grow up&lt;/em&gt;?”   I’m done with work for the day. Here I sit, in the sunlight. . .and sitting is a dangerous thing. I can’t seem to stop my brain from spinning in a million different directions.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should go back to school. -This&lt;/em&gt; much, at least, I was certain of.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should major in political science.&lt;/em&gt; -I somehow believe that I have something to contribute to this society.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should become a councilor.  -I&lt;/em&gt; know that I want to help people in some way. . .I want to change the world.  Make it better somehow. I know so many people who are hurting, abused.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should stick to what I started with: Art.  I know it at least. –&lt;/em&gt;People have told me my whole life that I should do something with art.  I love art, I love photography. It’s what I am doing right now; art. It just feels so, I don’t know; frivolous.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish someone would just tell me what I am supposed to do with my life. . .I feel so lost at times. –&lt;/em&gt;I had to end this train of thought.  I had to do something. I had to keep busy . . .my camera that’s what I needed. I don’t think when I have my camera in my hands. I just look at the world through the lens, and it’s somehow a more beautiful place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I decided to follow my nephew around, the results were actually quite humorous: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;With his best friend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SsEBeOc_jOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/zj_Z9gXFhCg/s1600-h/boyDog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="boyDog" style="display: inline;" alt="boyDog" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SsEBe31B3qI/AAAAAAAAAPM/A_Skjdoh3CE/boyDog_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Exploring.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SsEBfe2NJII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/stbMcHk-U18/s1600-h/boy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="boy" style="display: inline;" alt="boy" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SsEBgEbqt3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/Y4x9pzVJhoo/boy_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is where the journey started to get interesting. . .he spotted his horse Little Bay and his dog Happy on the other side of the yard.  So away we went.  This is what we found:&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SsEBgqw2BDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/59BaqGvqDvs/s1600-h/horse35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="horse3" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="horse3" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SsEBhJ36j2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/WaeOWhBf-Yc/horse3_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awe, how cute. But  wait! You might be surprised by the next few images. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SsEBhyNfmlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ZNNaNIsMu7I/s1600-h/Horse564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Horse56" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="Horse56" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SsEBiTRGVtI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-XpsyklQZgM/Horse56_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SsEBiwZHTlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/VhUXXVNeDiE/s1600-h/horse555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="horse55" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="horse55" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SsEBjhk5OpI/AAAAAAAAAPs/trFHdnIMyh0/horse55_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m not sure what you’re seeing. . .but from this angle like she’s eating Happy’s nose.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SsEBkJLu3AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6L5AHhL1ZO0/s1600-h/boyCat6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="boyCat" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="boyCat" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SsEBkyT-yVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/wEHmN9MfgcA/boyCat_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can’t even remember what I was so worried about before. . .I love my camera.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SsEBlTlGz0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/FgJumiZyCFI/s1600-h/diaper6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="diaper" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="diaper" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SsEBmYdiy3I/AAAAAAAAAP8/ZOqYBLZ-JTI/diaper_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-8488139004842785057?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/8488139004842785057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/09/lazy-dayand-dog-eating-horse.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/8488139004842785057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/8488139004842785057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/09/lazy-dayand-dog-eating-horse.html' title='A lazy day…and a dog-eating-horse?'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SsEBe31B3qI/AAAAAAAAAPM/A_Skjdoh3CE/s72-c/boyDog_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-4975993571521498833</id><published>2009-08-02T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:56:30.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A stop in west Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;She’s seven months prego and glowing.&amp;#160; Isn’t she tiny? They just found out it’s a little girl, but her little boy knew all along he was getting a sister…she would ask him from the beginning “Do you want a sister or a brother? Is it a boy or a girl?” and his little reply was always the same; “Sister, girl.”&amp;#160; He calls his mom “Mama-sita”&amp;#160; but “Sita” for short.&amp;#160; Is'n’t that adorable????&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Sita.” says her two and a half year old&amp;#160; “Jenna in there?” as he touches her stomach.&amp;#160; It was so cute, he would sit there and talk to his baby sister. As we did our shoot he would lay his ear down , as if to listen to her response to his cute chatter.&amp;#160; The little guy melted my heart.&amp;#160; Here are just a few shots from that day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SnX9avW2jsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hbO52rb74Do/s1600-h/AshyColt%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="AshyColt" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="768" alt="AshyColt" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SnX9fHTog4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/U2jhozd2hLY/AshyColt_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="767" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-4975993571521498833?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/4975993571521498833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop-in-west-texas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/4975993571521498833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/4975993571521498833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop-in-west-texas.html' title='A stop in west Texas'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SnX9fHTog4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/U2jhozd2hLY/s72-c/AshyColt_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-4483783023454734465</id><published>2009-06-26T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:55:08.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trading Spaces</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well that’s kind of what you do when you move. Right?  We decided to totally change styles. I am a shabby chic kind of girl. Which is really, well . . .for lack of a better word “Girly”. It was rather unfair to Converse Boy and so I am a reformed Shabby Chic kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkVCYciinDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/XnpFM5ByrYA/s1600-h/PoppyImage2%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" title="PoppyImage2" alt="PoppyImage2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkVCZcJO-NI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-Ym5eXznK8o/PoppyImage2_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s been pretty fun actually  going for a more mod (don’t tell Converse Boy I said that internet, it might go to his head).  I decided to go green. Literally.  It’s fresh, relaxing and inspires intelligence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkVCaGxNzvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NsLqcOnO5mo/s1600-h/Tree2%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline;" title="Tree2" alt="Tree2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkVCb70k5aI/AAAAAAAAAOY/U9fLGFdGaAE/Tree2_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="512" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/"&gt;Ikea&lt;/a&gt; is so inspiring, I decided to start there. I think I could live in that store (really I'’m not joking- I love that place.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkVCc0OjctI/AAAAAAAAAOg/jwwvjCIj8s8/s1600-h/LilyPads2%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" title="LilyPads2" alt="LilyPads2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkVCd54XgJI/AAAAAAAAAOk/WSed3MygoFs/LilyPads2_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I wanted prints to hang over my bed that are plant-like and would look good with green.  I found some great prints but they just weren’t what I was looking for so I decided to make my own.  I think they might work.  I dunno I feel like I need something more leafy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkVCYciinDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/XnpFM5ByrYA/s1600-h/PoppyImage2%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkVCaGxNzvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NsLqcOnO5mo/s1600-h/Tree2%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkVCe71Xo2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/e_Bom8h-cfQ/s1600-h/Characters2%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" title="Characters2" alt="Characters2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkVCgKYTJSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NCoEHODHoe0/Characters2_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkVChMbDgmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/byUR_fCMkj8/s1600-h/Flo2%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" title="" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkVCiK50OsI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cXLxqeHUNLc/Flo2_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkVCjbzo4OI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Cf9D4DFykRg/s1600-h/FerrisWheel2%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" title="" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkVCkip4DVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GXfjbzw3ZlM/FerrisWheel2_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think the poppy is my fave. Hmmm. . . not sure though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-4483783023454734465?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/4483783023454734465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/06/trading-spaces.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/4483783023454734465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/4483783023454734465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/06/trading-spaces.html' title='Trading Spaces'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkVCZcJO-NI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-Ym5eXznK8o/s72-c/PoppyImage2_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-4806885963822543346</id><published>2009-06-25T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:27:27.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s official. Summer is here! I don’t think there are any words sweeter to my ears…mmmm summer.  The  photos are my favorite! Baseball, the beach, cold lemonade, grilling, days by the pool and lots of H20! I love the tingly feeling of sunshine on my skin, the warmth that spreads lazily through my body on bright summer days. So in honor of summer here are a few pictures to get you in the mood for those hot days ahead.   Happy Thursday!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Buried in the Sand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkPOoGzigYI/AAAAAAAAANk/5NTdVrv6NEM/s1600-h/IMG_0640%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline;" title="IMG_0640" alt="IMG_0640" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkPOowHCdsI/AAAAAAAAANo/dz4t6gwf4_o/IMG_0640_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;H2O Games&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkPOpqfGJuI/AAAAAAAAANs/2aP0DfzN238/s1600-h/IMG_0861%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline;" title="IMG_0861" alt="IMG_0861" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkPOq47dejI/AAAAAAAAANw/kXWMl8lokww/IMG_0861_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="512" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Roller Coasters . . .gotta love ‘em.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkPOrinT5nI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Lxj2N5Ln4fY/s1600-h/IMG_0769%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline;" title="IMG_0769" alt="IMG_0769" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkPOss1D-xI/AAAAAAAAAN4/44jHx85Xu30/IMG_0769_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Waterslide… Good times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkPOtCxC_5I/AAAAAAAAAN8/3pRpEUpPLqY/s1600-h/IMG_0866%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline;" title="IMG_0866" alt="IMG_0866" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkPOurZIUvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PyoVbPUDpTs/IMG_0866_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="512" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who doesn’t love the fishing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkPOva_AD-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Oz2F9rQExLg/s1600-h/IMG_9771%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline;" title="IMG_9771" alt="IMG_9771" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkPOw0GTYjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AiHk_hqdzNY/IMG_9771_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="512" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-4806885963822543346?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/4806885963822543346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/4806885963822543346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/4806885963822543346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun.'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkPOowHCdsI/AAAAAAAAANo/dz4t6gwf4_o/s72-c/IMG_0640_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-499648048821918121</id><published>2009-06-23T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:42:43.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Across the country…and back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkEvh9OxFkI/AAAAAAAAANU/YaToscg09vM/s1600-h/Fl18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" title="Fl1" alt="Fl1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkEvijtnMuI/AAAAAAAAANY/MCbejh8ajIE/Fl1_thumb6.jpg?imgmax=800" width="494" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here’s a sneak peak of the trip…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkEvi6DpMBI/AAAAAAAAANc/RmMij_MXa4E/s1600-h/sassyblog7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline;" title="sassyblog" alt="sassyblog" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkEvjbi18YI/AAAAAAAAANg/kwLqx1QAK4I/sassyblog_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-499648048821918121?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/499648048821918121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/06/across-countryand-back.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/499648048821918121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/499648048821918121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/06/across-countryand-back.html' title='Across the country…and back.'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SkEvijtnMuI/AAAAAAAAANY/MCbejh8ajIE/s72-c/Fl1_thumb6.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-8454305734379719624</id><published>2009-06-02T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:41:09.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things Everyone Needs to Know About Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I forgot how much I hate moving, until last weekend.&amp;#160; New places and faces don’t bother me so&amp;#160; much. . . it’s the packing and unpacking.&amp;#160; It’s the realization that, well, I have WAY too MUCH junk.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. Give away/throw away the things you don’t need BEFORE you move. ( Emphasis on BEFORE because I dropped the ball on that one)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. Don’t move in the heat of summer (yep I messed that up too…sweaty mmm)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. When buying new furniture remember that your bank just might put a daily limit on your debit card (and they’re closed on Sunday)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. Eat some chocolate and have a cup of coffee (it really helps the feeling of being overwhelmed when looking at all of the boxes that &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;have to be unpacked) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5. Be careful when unpacking boxes packed by husband…you never know what you might find (ex: this morning when I went to make my coffee I found a moldy filter. It was like a plant was growing out of my coffee machine. . .I guess Converse Boy made coffee and then packed the coffee maker. Who needs to wash it out right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-8454305734379719624?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/8454305734379719624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-things-everyone-needs-to-know-about.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/8454305734379719624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/8454305734379719624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-things-everyone-needs-to-know-about.html' title='5 Things Everyone Needs to Know About Moving'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-76151884844194134</id><published>2009-05-13T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:38:33.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beka and Blake</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsTlJayBBI/AAAAAAAAANA/BMaXXorB1t0/s1600-h/101%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="101" alt="101" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsHwRChNOI/AAAAAAAAANE/NpPhaQYDsVg/101_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="624" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Or as I call them Blake-ah . I love their outfits. . . don't they both look a-mazing in those warm browns? A friend dared her to call him one night at a football game and she realized she should have called him years ago. Don’t you love it when friends pressure you into things and then it turns out great . . .I wish some of the things I was “talked” into turned out so perfect. (Even if they turned sorta ok I would take it) They are so fun, we played baseball with them last Sunday (and kicked their butts I might add ;) Blake smiled when Beka stepped up to the plate wiggled around and got a couple of strikes, the look in his eyes shouted &lt;span style="font-style: italic"&gt;I love you anyway.&lt;/span&gt; So cute.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsHxtOiXVI/AAAAAAAAAMk/PnXvC8cr2-o/s1600-h/104%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="104" alt="104" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsHzOnlKqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FG55SKlYgYg/104_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="624" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In this shot poor Beka was being eaten alive by mosquitoes. . .not that you could tell, she looks just as beautiful as ever. I was a little worried she was going to be carried away for a minute. . .she must taste sweeter than she looks. (just kidding Beka...you know I love you)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsH0afodkI/AAAAAAAAALs/UeK8RQ1hdAk/s1600-h/103%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="103" alt="103" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsH1h7jDhI/AAAAAAAAALw/DNy8SQtHyaE/103_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="624" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love, love this green bench. Aww, look at them with those cute little expressions of adoration.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsH238wWpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/W6w_y4gz9F8/s1600-h/105%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="105" alt="105" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsH4ezw5dI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4-nTn-zfbHY/105_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="624" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am so jealous. Seriously, can you be any more beautiful than these two?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsH5YTqThI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_mc1sSQUfQ8/s1600-h/108%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="108" alt="108" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsH68ULelI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hYRGgFFsfSA/108_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="494" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsH74AtAxI/AAAAAAAAAME/TV-YM2G9nn4/s1600-h/106%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="106" alt="106" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsH9F8q54I/AAAAAAAAAMI/vzNmrvpGZ-c/106_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="494" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsSRan3a3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/GqEFXlXLkhc/s1600-h/113%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="113" alt="113" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsSS-7qe6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/c5yBxTY79TI/113_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="494" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Blake loves baseball. So we tried to get in the dugout for some shots, unfortunately there was a very large, very intimidating lock on the fence (Beka didn’t feel into climbing over, although I couldn’t figure out why)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsIAv84pWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vX6mn2TIJmo/s1600-h/112%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="112" alt="112" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsIB3cKrHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ifz70aW2aik/112_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="494" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsTo0iHwNI/AAAAAAAAANM/BlGdAjG_-C8/s1600-h/110%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="110" alt="110" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsTqOJIo2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Qg3MfEk9Ej8/110_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="494" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-76151884844194134?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/76151884844194134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/05/beka-and-blake.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/76151884844194134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/76151884844194134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/05/beka-and-blake.html' title='Beka and Blake'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgsHwRChNOI/AAAAAAAAANE/NpPhaQYDsVg/s72-c/101_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-3995545915884969039</id><published>2009-05-07T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:10:50.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Playing With Light…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Light amazes me. It casts shadows. It lends a photo drama. It creates depth.  It sets the mood of the photo. It dances through the trees. It plays on children’s faces and turns into thousands of diamonds on the water. It peeks through clouds on a rainy day…it’s stunning.&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgMlsQMI2eI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pWRjDYXUiSs/s1600-h/light%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" title="light" alt="light" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgMluBxi5eI/AAAAAAAAALA/rls2ZYXgLHk/light_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="494" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Light can make or break a photo. . . and that is what fascinates me the most. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are some photos I shot by an old bridge outside of town around sunset. I love how the light dances across my subjects. (okay I admit ; I’m a little obsessed with light)&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgMlvVBDZAI/AAAAAAAAALE/T2J7lZa_0Yw/s1600-h/Light4%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" title="Light4" alt="Light4" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgMlw4FpNJI/AAAAAAAAALI/lDMrQrtoNqU/Light4_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="494" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aren’t the briars cool looking…so rugged and untamed. All I have to say is God is a pretty amazing artist!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgMlyYzajuI/AAAAAAAAALM/s44DBUNrDCk/s1600-h/light3%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" title="light3" alt="light3" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgMl0Ia2x-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/E00nKE_uL9g/light3_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="494" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;That’s converse boy, and my fabulous sister in law.  I love her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgMl0kTM2YI/AAAAAAAAALU/bTKz9tlpaS4/s1600-h/light2%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" title="light2" alt="light2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgMl2K-jcwI/AAAAAAAAALY/eRwhBa_BkpY/light2_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="494" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;For this one I set the camera on a rock, pretty talented rock I might just have to hire him. Have a great Thursday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-3995545915884969039?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/3995545915884969039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-with-light.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/3995545915884969039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/3995545915884969039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-with-light.html' title='Playing With Light…'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgMluBxi5eI/AAAAAAAAALA/rls2ZYXgLHk/s72-c/light_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-5417874322478874621</id><published>2009-05-05T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:52:11.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>On Converse Boy…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I wonder how we ended up together…we’re so different. He wants to be with people all the time, sometimes I need a day to myself.  I’m serious, he's always kidding around.  I see what things could be, he sees what they are. . . then I remember the whole opposites thing, you know what I’m talking about so I won’t even waste time typing it and tiring my fingers.  For example I would NEVER do this  while shoe shopping:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline; float: none;" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:be0540dc-0bdb-48c2-a8c8-5cff613dfd9f" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="190e06ab-f23e-4bd8-b132-a2c2a17a2fd4" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.msn.com/video.aspx?vid=a31eb435-8093-46a5-9d60-ca1aaba110f3&amp;amp;from=writer" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgB7z-CDUBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BWDpPiVT8D0/videobda705e264f5%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none;" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('190e06ab-f23e-4bd8-b132-a2c2a17a2fd4'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://images.video.msn.com/flash/soapbox1_1.swf\&amp;quot; quality=\&amp;quot;high\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;432\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;364\&amp;quot; wmode=\&amp;quot;transparent\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; pluginspage=\&amp;quot;http://macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer\&amp;quot; flashvars=\&amp;quot;c=v&amp;amp;v=a31eb435-8093-46a5-9d60-ca1aaba110f3&amp;amp;from=writer&amp;amp;mkt=en-US\&amp;quot; &amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My favorite part is the head-bob. . .did you catch that? I think that’s why I like him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-5417874322478874621?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/5417874322478874621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-converse-boy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/5417874322478874621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/5417874322478874621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-converse-boy.html' title='On Converse Boy…'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SgB7z-CDUBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BWDpPiVT8D0/s72-c/videobda705e264f5%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-3581998638384430587</id><published>2009-05-04T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:34:01.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relaxation'/><title type='text'>Everyone needs a lazy Sunday…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday was fabulous….it was like living in different era. After church I headed out to my parents house for lunch.  We sat out on the back porch and just watched the green grass grow.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sf91sBexZNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Qll11hvuYEw/s1600-h/IMG_0487%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_0487" alt="IMG_0487" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sf91smVHmSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UzLmczJwnkM/IMG_0487_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="240" height="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relaxation was just what I needed after Converse Boy gave his official resignation that morning in “Big Church”. (That’s what the student’s call it.)  He told them we’re leaving, and thanked them for their support and for the opportunity to be a part of this community. That’s when they gave him a standing ovation.  That’s when he cried.  That’s when I smiled, because he deserved that standing ovation! That’s when Sambo told everyone we would stay up front so they could give us their best. That’s when I wanted to cry…I don’t really like goodbyes; they stink.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sf91sx0FrlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/41_7k5N92Us/s1600-h/IMG_0492%5B22%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_0492" alt="IMG_0492" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sf91tQZkPUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/o7z2lFv8nVw/IMG_0492_thumb%5B20%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="338" height="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting back to grilling…cracked pepper and garlic grilled chicken, grilled corn on the cob, new potatoes and green beans. Mmmm.  Then we jumped into the pickup and drove around aimlessly.  It was like a safari…no really it was. We were in the middle of nowhere, and we could have run into a jack rabbit or something…don’t make fun of me internet. I know, I have a wild imagination.  Sometimes I think we forget to slow down and enjoy "today".  What would be your perfect day of relaxation internet?  Happy Blogging.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-3581998638384430587?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/3581998638384430587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/05/everyone-needs-lazy-sunday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/3581998638384430587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/3581998638384430587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/05/everyone-needs-lazy-sunday.html' title='Everyone needs a lazy Sunday…'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sf91smVHmSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UzLmczJwnkM/s72-c/IMG_0487_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-5997050445976656052</id><published>2009-05-01T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T14:12:50.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Baby steps</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm, it seems that changes are staring me in the face.  We're moving.  Those are words I never thought I would say. My lower back starts to hurt just thinking about it! Although this new journey is an unknown...I know that it's going to be a-mazing! I'm no longer a small town girl. A new beginning. Makes me think of getting married;  anticipating my new life with Converse Boy and yet totally freaked out of my mind! I mean I wanted to be with him, but I still had to get though the wedding day...alive.  We had an outdoor wedding. It was in June, in Wisconsin.  Well June 4th showed up: rainy.  Tornado warnings.  A tornado touched down a few miles from us. Plan B: there wasn't one (Not one that was acceptable to me: get married in a barn where we were having our reception) . Everyone else was buzzing around like little worker bees, on a mission to save something or other.  Leaving me all alone...to think.  Noo, thinking is not good. I shouldn't think.  A barn!? You've got to be kidding me!  I mean it's nice and all but I was going to be telling people the rest of my life "Oh, I got married in a barn."   Looking back it wouldn't have been the end of the world, but you know how it is...I was emotional.&lt;br /&gt;The buck fell to me.  Everyone looked at me as they asked what I wanted to do.  I don't KNOW! What should I do?! Okay think, thinki...umm can we wait thirty minutes? (Ooh that was good, how did I come up with that one?) That is exactly what we did.  Thirty minutes later the rain stopped, and the clouds rolled away.  I walked down the aisle and married that boy. We were pronounced man and wife, walked back down the aisle and the rain poured down in buckets! I didn't get married in a barn that day.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I am saying that I am excited but I just have to make it through the "wedding" aka the move.  I have less than a month to find a house, pack all my stuff, finish painting the house and take defensive driving (remember the seat belt story...yeah). That means weekends are pretty much out for me, oh nooooooo. No more weekends full of relaxation...no more coffee and bookstores? It's just a month.....right?  Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;Okay breathe Sarah. Just breathe. I'll just do it in baby steps....baby steps out the door.  Baby steps through training. Baby steps into my closet full of clothes that I need to go through and incinerate. (Guess the movie) Anyways I could put up a pic of my messy house to help you better understand what I am facing internet, but since I mentioned getting married (and that would a be much more pleasant pic., let me tell you) I will put up some wedding pics I did a while ago. Happy Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SftuinyK_zI/AAAAAAAAAJY/h3Z_rnczJNE/s1600-h/weddingcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SftuinyK_zI/AAAAAAAAAJY/h3Z_rnczJNE/s400/weddingcollage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330976124997140274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-5997050445976656052?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/5997050445976656052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-steps.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/5997050445976656052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/5997050445976656052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-steps.html' title='Baby steps'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SftuinyK_zI/AAAAAAAAAJY/h3Z_rnczJNE/s72-c/weddingcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-346805195794830233</id><published>2009-04-21T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:19:50.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot with WTL</title><content type='html'>Last week I got a chance to hang to go hang out with WTL as he did a photo shoot for his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dare to Be&lt;/span&gt; campaign. Check out some of his great work &lt;a href="http://www.wtlphotos.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It was so great watching a photographer at work.  He had a vision of what he was creating before ever arriving on the scene. This guy has some pretty amazing photo shop skills. Anyways he was totally cool and let me get some shots and never made me feel like I was in his way...which I was, to be honest, a little nervous about.  (Not that he would make me feel like I was in his way, but that I would be...I'm kinda clumsy that way) He was even totally cool about me posting my work on here! So here is a little collage from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dare to Be &lt;/span&gt;shoot from last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Se6aK4wHwVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lW3KHQp9mAg/s1600-h/Dare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Se6aK4wHwVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lW3KHQp9mAg/s400/Dare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327364921049465170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-346805195794830233?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/346805195794830233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/04/photo-shoot-with-wtl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/346805195794830233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/346805195794830233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/04/photo-shoot-with-wtl.html' title='Photo Shoot with WTL'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Se6aK4wHwVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lW3KHQp9mAg/s72-c/Dare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-3849125204682188385</id><published>2009-04-21T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:53:59.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dodge"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Se4bLXSukjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zyJRTqiQmg8/s1600-h/HoldMyHand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Se4bLXSukjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zyJRTqiQmg8/s400/HoldMyHand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327225291270951474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my weekend I decided to get outta "Dodge".  So where does one go when getting outtta Dodge, you ask; obviously my sister's house.  She lives out in West Texas(more west than me anyway.) We baked and well....did nothing.  It was just glorious relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's only partially true.  Day two I had a photo shoot with some adorable kiddos. They were troopers, considering we walked all over town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Se4eykVUy0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/n3mv7w53Cj0/s1600-h/IMG_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Se4eykVUy0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/n3mv7w53Cj0/s400/IMG_0369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327229263321287490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm just gonna have to be honest with you; I would kill to have those eyelashes-and those eyes! Gorgeous!!! This little super-star was totally loving her moments in front of the camera.  Don't let that beautiful, angelic smile fool you; this little woman has sass!  Just look at this candid moment I captured when she didn't think I was watching...hehe isn't she too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Se4hcbQg7iI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CCx259ewoNM/s1600-h/lightpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Se4hcbQg7iI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CCx259ewoNM/s400/lightpost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327232181462953506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is her sweet, adorable, cuddly, shy little brother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Se4fegyxJOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/x2-BUQb-YUQ/s1600-h/J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Se4fegyxJOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/x2-BUQb-YUQ/s400/J.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327230018285282530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My heart is melting! He is soooo adorable.  Look at that face, I mean does it get any cuter than this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Se4ijVtE1DI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BFarNAVOdVw/s1600-h/kiddos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Se4ijVtE1DI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BFarNAVOdVw/s400/kiddos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327233399742846002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is their new little cousin...they were so cute with her, made me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Se4jpyeesHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YcXYlf62aK8/s1600-h/Cuties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Se4jpyeesHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YcXYlf62aK8/s400/Cuties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327234610057097330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh look! My nephew jumped into this one...he needed a little camera time too. Ummm yeah, he really likes the camera, there seems to be a magnetic pull of some kind.   We had fun. Just one last shot: the beautiful moms waiting on their little kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Se4mIw9FVOI/AAAAAAAAAII/kUGHZ10uyOo/s1600-h/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Se4mIw9FVOI/AAAAAAAAAII/kUGHZ10uyOo/s400/IMG_0360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327237341247788258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-3849125204682188385?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/3849125204682188385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/04/dodge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/3849125204682188385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/3849125204682188385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/04/dodge.html' title='&quot;Dodge&quot;'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Se4bLXSukjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zyJRTqiQmg8/s72-c/HoldMyHand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-6195673577149463805</id><published>2009-04-14T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:59:51.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short term memory loss....or is it long term?????</title><content type='html'>Hopefully everyone had a beautiful Easter weekend!! It's my favorite holiday (after all the very first Easter pretty much changed history! It doesn't get any better than that)&lt;br /&gt;Mine was going great, I was stuffed (from eating wayyyyyy tooo much!) when I realized that I forgot to reload my CF cards into my bag!!! Ahhhhh! My brain shorted out, running a spotlight caused short term memory loss.  I know that doesn't make sense, but it's a stressful job. Especially when shaky arm syndrome shows up. Don't make fun of me, it's a real thing...well maybe not but still. Okay that was random back to the story; the whole fam was together and my nephew and in all his easter cuteness was....yep missed.  I am soo bummed. . .Oh well I guess there is always next year (and just in case you didn't know I will have a new little niece to capture on film...well I'm saying it's a niece anyways. Technically we don't really know...yet.)  Now the play is over so I actually might get my brain up and running again....which reminds me; I have a pile of laundry the size of Mt. Everest, and my sink could be overflowing with dishes...and I think my fridge is running on empty.  Oh joy, I love house work. What am I doing sitting here typing?!?! I should be cleaning and writing a grocery list! Oh wait! One more thing; I went and saw&lt;a href="http://www.monstersvsaliens.com/"&gt; Monsters Vs. Aliens&lt;/a&gt; last night.  It's super funny, you should go see it.  Just because every post is better with pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SeTqecazMSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FM3baqIFuVo/s1600-h/IMG_3320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SeTqecazMSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FM3baqIFuVo/s400/IMG_3320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324638468204343586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SeTqO1oLBZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GJcydKpfew8/s1600-h/IMG_3321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SeTqO1oLBZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GJcydKpfew8/s400/IMG_3321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324638200093410706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SeTqVRq3NGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0T5cywrBjPE/s1600-h/IMG_3322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SeTqVRq3NGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0T5cywrBjPE/s400/IMG_3322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324638310700102754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SeTqaqW7NkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SBmg_JPTUvU/s1600-h/IMG_3317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SeTqaqW7NkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SBmg_JPTUvU/s400/IMG_3317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324638403226711618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.....it's random but it's all that I could find on my laptop. (pic credit goes to my friend Aileen)  We're making a stone wall for the temple (I know I look awful).  Okay internet, now I really do have to go clean my dirty house....oh yeah, speaking of houses does anyone feel like painting the rest of my house? I started painting it in the fall and due to coldness, lack of time and a small amount of procrastination I'm still not done... ok a LOT of procrastination. J/k, I'm setting a goal to get it done this month (hold me to that will you?) OKAY now I am seriously going to get some work done. Like painting a certain house after work tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-6195673577149463805?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/6195673577149463805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/04/short-term-memory-lossor-is-it-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/6195673577149463805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/6195673577149463805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/04/short-term-memory-lossor-is-it-long.html' title='Short term memory loss....or is it long term?????'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SeTqecazMSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FM3baqIFuVo/s72-c/IMG_3320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-2295404278473807589</id><published>2009-04-10T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:26:32.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AM- Good Friday</title><content type='html'>Lately I just can't seem to sleep....so this morning (around 6:00am) I decided to go exploring, and take pictures. Converse boy was still dreaming when I stepped out the door. I drove out of town and hit the dirt roads...and realized that I forgot my cell phone; if Shirly broke down or got a flat no one would have any idea where to look for me.  ( it's a humbling thought) I was kinda hoping to find some cool shots of cattle or, I dunno, some birds, or bugs but sad for me; I didn't. So I had to make due with what I found.  Anyways... I think this old outdoor church is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sd96443QcJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZVuwQPUSRls/s1600-h/shed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sd96443QcJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZVuwQPUSRls/s400/shed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323108402330628242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I found these Texas paint brushes (which happen to be my favorite flowers-they're just so unique don't you think?)  I love how the sunlight is filtering through the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sd956ExEYfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TZOpRumLmNI/s1600-h/IMG_9991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sd956ExEYfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TZOpRumLmNI/s400/IMG_9991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107323194139122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next thing I knew I looked up and I was right down the road from my parents house(must be my internal map leading me home or something...pfft I'm a dork)  So I figured why not stop and have a steaming cup of coffee, that I knew would be brewing right around the time I got there.  Mmmm...the coffee was from Antigua, sweet addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I made it home without a flat or anything :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-2295404278473807589?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/2295404278473807589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-good-friday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/2295404278473807589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/2295404278473807589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-good-friday.html' title='AM- Good Friday'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sd96443QcJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZVuwQPUSRls/s72-c/shed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-3465945313288318674</id><published>2009-04-07T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:57:04.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to the "BIG" city.</title><content type='html'>Ry was busy this weekend....he went to mud nationals with a few guys.  (Nothing better than mud and four wheelers.)  Monday (my only day to sleep in) dawned bright and early; converse boy was going to Austin to rent some lights for the play.  So I generously decided to sacrifice my day of rest to spend some time with him (plus I knew lunch would be involved!).  So I dragged myself out of bed, decided to forgo makeup (after all it was my day off) and jumped into the lovely little fifteen passenger van.  I couldn't help but take a few pictures along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SduGDaMW_KI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VbDo0Uzbdkk/s1600-h/truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SduGDaMW_KI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VbDo0Uzbdkk/s400/truck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321994777797262498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SduTwm8bEdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UElrO8TkuEw/s1600-h/IMG_9963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SduTwm8bEdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UElrO8TkuEw/s400/IMG_9963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322009847965356498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;a href="http://ilioslighting.com/index.php"&gt;Ilios&lt;/a&gt; we had to back the trailer and van out of a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; Parking lot....it got messy.  Let's just say Converse boy hasn't received any medals for trailer backing skills.  He basically panicked, when he found out he would have to back the whole way down a skinny little ally. . .I'll admit it; I was the one who told him to drive back there... Murphy's law once again. The good news is we went To Red Robin's for lunch. It was soo yummy and soooo worth it.  I got a peach pomagranate limeade, mmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-3465945313288318674?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/3465945313288318674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip-to-big-city.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/3465945313288318674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/3465945313288318674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip-to-big-city.html' title='A trip to the &quot;BIG&quot; city.'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SduGDaMW_KI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VbDo0Uzbdkk/s72-c/truck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-2713255990166777715</id><published>2009-04-04T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:16:16.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>It's pretty much an off day...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if I have an invisible target painted on my head that reads "If you please sir; I have bad luck, pull me over.  Drop a hammer on my foot. Pull me aside for questioning. Steal my purse. Bring on the HOT coffee all over my lap." &lt;div&gt;    Last weekend we got pulled over three times in one night, for our lovely broken headlight, actually we were pulled over twice in a half an hour time span. (Both of the cops were pretty nice but twice, no three times!?) I wish I had ten bucks for each time I heard "well that's not how we do things at my department, I'm gonna have to write you a warning."  I think I could make a pretty decent income off of those words.  I know, I know I am starting to sound bitter here. (I'M REALLY NOT!) It was just too funny...then day two; I get pulled over for putting my seatbelt on while pulling out of a parking lot. I almost had a melt down (actually. . . . I think I did have a melt down) right on the spot! To top off the fact that I got a ticket while pulling out of a parking lot....I was only crossing the road.  I know some of you sitting there reading this are thinking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well you did break the law.... &lt;/span&gt;and you're right, and I guess I did deserve it. (I just like to complain) It just seemed like Murphy's law was at work, and so I had to laugh. Soo I decided it's pretty much an off day for me if I don't get pulled over by some sort of local authority.  And that is my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-2713255990166777715?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/2713255990166777715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-pretty-much-off-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/2713255990166777715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/2713255990166777715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-pretty-much-off-day.html' title='It&apos;s pretty much an off day...'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-6824485859511673122</id><published>2009-03-24T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:32:20.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sassy Molassy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SclQE5HvacI/AAAAAAAAAFg/g3h0a8TqkT0/s1600-h/blog6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SclQE5HvacI/AAAAAAAAAFg/g3h0a8TqkT0/s400/blog6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316868880070568386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel like you're being stretched in six different directions at once? That was my weekend. Pure, simple chaos.  Helping out with the painting and building  of the sets for an easter play....fishing and, of course a few fun shots in between.  Actually the "helping" turned out to be directing . . . I was totally thinking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it will take about an hour, all the other volunteers and I will get this thing whipped out, then I get all my other stuff done.  &lt;/span&gt;Nope.  All day. Just me, Sassy Molassy, Converse boy and two others. We a blast though.  Then with the photo shoot we had so much fun running from one place to the next, merry-go-rounds, bridges, storage-pods great stuff.  I loved her little hat and scarf!  Anyway I did these for this little missy's mama.  Hopefully she likes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SclN0v-Ba9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/iUtj8w06d8g/s1600-h/blog5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SclN0v-Ba9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/iUtj8w06d8g/s400/blog5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316866403712723922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was too fun, she did such a great job.  Look at her getting her sassy little personality on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SclJsv0lg9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/6spSVUoiBdo/s1600-h/blog4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SclJsv0lg9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/6spSVUoiBdo/s400/blog4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316861868187681746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She did NOT want to smile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SclJkqzqPmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/f3XM0K5Oq_c/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SclJkqzqPmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/f3XM0K5Oq_c/s400/blog3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316861729402666594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SclLEKTigrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7GrHFP4FfVs/s1600-h/marblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SclLEKTigrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7GrHFP4FfVs/s400/marblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316863369945449138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love this one in b&amp;amp;w.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SclI2H5e1-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/gHx0GkysdVA/s1600-h/blog1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SclI2H5e1-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/gHx0GkysdVA/s400/blog1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316860929757861858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally a small smile appears on those beautiful lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SclJ1NTQADI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XGdKuNJIIvQ/s1600-h/blog2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SclJ1NTQADI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XGdKuNJIIvQ/s400/blog2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316862013539876914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-6824485859511673122?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/6824485859511673122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-sassy-molassy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/6824485859511673122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/6824485859511673122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-sassy-molassy.html' title='Another Sassy Molassy'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SclQE5HvacI/AAAAAAAAAFg/g3h0a8TqkT0/s72-c/blog6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-73800966369702331</id><published>2009-03-19T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:20:03.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on the bobber...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/ScK2nlpTu2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZQYfqRVLiZo/s1600-h/shoeFish.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/ScK2OxkyQiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0ZtUNKBuFlw/s1600-h/side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/ScK2OxkyQiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0ZtUNKBuFlw/s400/side.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315010875192656418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A small fishing trip......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/ScK1z-S_3hI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ELqw-j51_4Q/s1600-h/shoeFish.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/ScK1WTTx80I/AAAAAAAAAEI/0IBjYTw3oaQ/s1600-h/Waiting2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/ScK1WTTx80I/AAAAAAAAAEI/0IBjYTw3oaQ/s400/Waiting2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315009904995595074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/ScKxwKkModI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ps6WdAnX-30/s1600-h/Penny.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/ScKqZyxNnII/AAAAAAAAADw/WQ2h7z_ueO0/s1600-h/Ponder.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The temperature: perfect.  The weather: splendid.  The time: couldn't be better!  M had been waiting for weeks to go fishing. She had begged us. Now the time had come. . . and he little faced glowed.  So we decided to pack up our gear (at least that is what I think you call fishing stuff) and headed to the pond. Wait, back up a couple of steps; we didn't have a fishing license so we stopped and got those and then went to the pond.  OK back to the trip.  Actually, if I am honest, I just tagged along for the photo opportunities the trip might provide.  So "they" picked out the perfect shady spot...they just knew the fish would be biting.  So we sat and waited on someone's bobber to dunk below the glassy surface of the water.  This suited me just fine...I had my camera with me.  M. however started to itch with boredom.  Nothing. No fish. The bobbers didn't so much as twitch.  They sat starting at the red and white plastic orb that remained afloat, motionless in its silent laughter.  One hour went passed by us. No movement.  M began to get restless...it started as a soft murmur as she began to sing to the fish.  Silence.  She decided to reel it in and cast again, and again............... and again.  Once more for &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/ScKxwKkModI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ps6WdAnX-30/s1600-h/Penny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/ScKxwKkModI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ps6WdAnX-30/s400/Penny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315005951278621138" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;good measure just incase the fish were unaware of the yummy worm she had waiting for them.  Hour two slowly started to pass as we all waited on the motionless orbs floating on the surface. I decided to read to pass the minutes . . . looking up from time to time. Nothing.  M started throwing rocks- at her bobber. The excitement was gone, the waiting had become tedious.  Her pole started a slow decline towards the water's surface, each minute pulling it slowly downward.  We moved. . . . . No movement.  Nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, gasp, a small tug! Another.  She reeled in the line to find waiting on the end a beautiful. . . . . . . . . . . . stick.  That was it. For her the trip was over.  Poor thing. If nothing else our dear little friend learned a bit of patience.  :) It was still a beautiful day. . . . and a fun trip.  I had a great time taking shots of  their impatient expressions, while they waited ever so patiently for a mere stick to bite! Tee heeeee he.  I did a photo shoot of M for her mother earlier this week. I will give y'all a peek later.  Have a glorious day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/ScK2nlpTu2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZQYfqRVLiZo/s1600-h/shoeFish.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/ScK2nlpTu2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZQYfqRVLiZo/s400/shoeFish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315011301487131490" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/ScKqZyxNnII/AAAAAAAAADw/WQ2h7z_ueO0/s1600-h/Ponder.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/ScK1z-S_3hI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ELqw-j51_4Q/s1600-h/shoeFish.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-73800966369702331?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/73800966369702331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/03/waiting-on-bobber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/73800966369702331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/73800966369702331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/03/waiting-on-bobber.html' title='Waiting on the bobber...'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/ScK2OxkyQiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0ZtUNKBuFlw/s72-c/side.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-7868639694954220956</id><published>2009-03-16T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:44:00.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was perfect. What do you do in a small town when bored and trying to distract someone??? Why take pictures of course! Ryan volunteered to model for me this weekend. He was preaching in "adult church" for the first time ever and was really nervous.  I think it was just the whole change of environment thing...anyway I decided taking pictures was the perfect solution to distract him.  We had so fun driving all over town looking for locations. He was a pretty good sport about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sb55ShKU8nI/AAAAAAAAADI/T2KfUfrK5G4/s400/pod.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313817969390056050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sb5xAg9I84I/AAAAAAAAADA/m8oayeVGCeg/s1600-h/shoes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sb5xAg9I84I/AAAAAAAAADA/m8oayeVGCeg/s400/shoes2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313808864004076418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture is a must. . . you have to have a converse pic they are such a symbol of who Ryan is. If you ask him converses are the perfect shoe for every occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sb5-WKPwPqI/AAAAAAAAADY/CQZ-69X10Hs/s1600-h/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sb5-WKPwPqI/AAAAAAAAADY/CQZ-69X10Hs/s400/jump.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313823529516416674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so much fun trying to get this one, and even more fun to look through them afterwards.  The facial expressions were absolutely priceless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sb55hxeyBuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Y786vd9bD6M/s1600-h/train2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sb55hxeyBuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Y786vd9bD6M/s400/train2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313818231468852962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't sure about this storage pod as a background at first, but I absolutely love the texture and character it adds to the photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sb6BFI0JvoI/AAAAAAAAADg/WQeivoZkddk/s1600-h/star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sb6BFI0JvoI/AAAAAAAAADg/WQeivoZkddk/s400/star.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313826535609319042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway I think my distraction tactics worked and we got some fun pictures from it too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-7868639694954220956?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/7868639694954220956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/03/distractions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/7868639694954220956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/7868639694954220956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/03/distractions.html' title='Distractions'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sb55ShKU8nI/AAAAAAAAADI/T2KfUfrK5G4/s72-c/pod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-9014029258458851547</id><published>2009-03-14T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:31:45.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little soap box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Okay...I'm not going to stand on a soap box or anything here, but I will say this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; I wish that I could show this video to every woman in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;world who has ever struggled with comparing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;herself to the perfection of "Hollywood". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I love how honest this video is...and I love, love Dove's true beauty campaign!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I have seen this video so many times, but every time I watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;it, I want everyone I know to see it. Women are beautiful without photoshop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYhCn0jf46U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYhCn0jf46U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-9014029258458851547?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/9014029258458851547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-little-soap-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/9014029258458851547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/9014029258458851547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-little-soap-box.html' title='Just a little soap box'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-1484149553192016076</id><published>2009-03-13T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:56:06.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, it's raining in Texas (thank you Jesus!) This is what we have been praying for. I think everyone is celebrating right now... it's been a long time coming but it's finally arrived.  Rain. I can't even tell you how much we needed this! Everything is so dead , so brown, so dry but now there will be life again.  It's so amazing!   I wish that I could get out and take pictures of the rain in all it's life sustaining beauty. For now though here are a few shots I did for my family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbqKWohX_jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0ANkMGivtTA/s1600-h/MayWee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbqKWohX_jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0ANkMGivtTA/s400/MayWee2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312710831876079154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here is the original Sassy Molassy; my little sister. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbqK7bLT4UI/AAAAAAAAACY/xYBl_RuuSI8/s1600-h/McCouryFam32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbqK7bLT4UI/AAAAAAAAACY/xYBl_RuuSI8/s400/McCouryFam32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312711463949033794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aren't they just a cute little family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbqIRQWg8AI/AAAAAAAAACI/YIfH4YjN7CM/s1600-h/daveone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbqIRQWg8AI/AAAAAAAAACI/YIfH4YjN7CM/s400/daveone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312708540465475586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love  this rusty gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbqMkivI_-I/AAAAAAAAACg/49wwo4MONQk/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbqMkivI_-I/AAAAAAAAACg/49wwo4MONQk/s400/sad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312713269864628194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He was not a happy camper...who wants to get a picture when you could get down an play? Look at that little face... priceless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbqOGWihjWI/AAAAAAAAACo/EUbcJirqVUY/s1600-h/Shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbqOGWihjWI/AAAAAAAAACo/EUbcJirqVUY/s400/Shoe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312714950217665890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Stop everything! We have an untied shoe  here.  (it really bothers him to have untied shoes...even play is secondary.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbqPB-INx-I/AAAAAAAAACw/F9zt-iCIKwc/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbqPB-INx-I/AAAAAAAAACw/F9zt-iCIKwc/s400/smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312715974457018338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here is a rare moment captured in time; both of them are smiling at the SAME time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-1484149553192016076?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/1484149553192016076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-its-raining-in-texas-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/1484149553192016076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/1484149553192016076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-its-raining-in-texas-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbqKWohX_jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0ANkMGivtTA/s72-c/MayWee2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-4743089701621710034</id><published>2009-03-12T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:07:57.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG 02</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here they are! Some of the pic.s from last weekend. At times I think life is just so much more fun through the lens of a camera. The little man was turning the big 0-2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sbkt_EkIJkI/AAAAAAAAABI/hWohu479rmY/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sbkt_EkIJkI/AAAAAAAAABI/hWohu479rmY/s320/blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312327797040490050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the best parts of the whole day; watching him tare those gifts open with glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbkuIweV6aI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j8vqHjwsNnw/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbkuIweV6aI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j8vqHjwsNnw/s320/blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312327963446208930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's all about the toys on birthday two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbkvAz9EiQI/AAAAAAAAABY/_Z4t5D5Kq6E/s1600-h/blog5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbkvAz9EiQI/AAAAAAAAABY/_Z4t5D5Kq6E/s320/blog5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312328926453074178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the party goers. Funny how on birthday two everyone seems to be older than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbkwMQG7AxI/AAAAAAAAABg/LmWxYCm2lig/s1600-h/blog6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbkwMQG7AxI/AAAAAAAAABg/LmWxYCm2lig/s320/blog6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312330222500774674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't she darling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sbkwne5EdLI/AAAAAAAAABo/sCIloMN_tik/s1600-h/blog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sbkwne5EdLI/AAAAAAAAABo/sCIloMN_tik/s320/blog4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312330690325673138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this birthday gift won....it was favored above all the rest ;) I felt so sorry for all the other presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbkxN_EOzRI/AAAAAAAAABw/yOyVnCREkTI/s1600-h/blog7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbkxN_EOzRI/AAAAAAAAABw/yOyVnCREkTI/s320/blog7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312331351797452050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok...she was a doll! So adorable...love this shot with dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbkyPV2eQUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lLjOI_nZXUw/s1600-h/mom%26dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/SbkyPV2eQUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lLjOI_nZXUw/s320/mom%26dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312332474605257026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's one of the little guy's mom and dad together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-4743089701621710034?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/4743089701621710034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-02.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/4743089701621710034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/4743089701621710034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-02.html' title='The BIG 02'/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/Sbkt_EkIJkI/AAAAAAAAABI/hWohu479rmY/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905336687872495183.post-4712759947805874217</id><published>2009-03-11T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:26:27.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you ever get the feeling that life is just too busy?  I feel like I've given up all of the things I love, photography, painting, hiking for a trivial thing like... a job.  I haven't even picked my camera up in a week. (that thought makes me sick)  I did get to take some great shots from my nephews birthday party last weekend...I'll post later this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905336687872495183-4712759947805874217?l=sarahkola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/feeds/4712759947805874217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-ever-get-feeling-that-life-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/4712759947805874217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905336687872495183/posts/default/4712759947805874217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-ever-get-feeling-that-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>sassymo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673286667969434317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BYy4C_teAf0/S3Q33TH6uZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/48PTkVPNPoA/S220/Kola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
