<?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-17655161</id><updated>2011-11-01T17:15:27.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Assistant to Sara</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-4314007983023572857</id><published>2007-11-13T07:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:34:15.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Israels Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a video for the IDF with music by Subliminal. They deserve all the respect we have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p7GKDYeZEvY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p7GKDYeZEvY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-4314007983023572857?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/4314007983023572857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=4314007983023572857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/4314007983023572857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/4314007983023572857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2007/11/israels-hope.html' title='Israels Hope'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-1865807583959597943</id><published>2007-11-13T07:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:20:58.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>November 13th,2007</title><content type='html'>Hello little blog! I see that nooone has come to see you. I am going to use you now and hopefully you will make me some moolah. Lets see what kind of magic we can do shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-1865807583959597943?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/1865807583959597943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=1865807583959597943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/1865807583959597943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/1865807583959597943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2007/11/november-13th2007.html' title='November 13th,2007'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-7906817646111375745</id><published>2007-08-14T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T11:23:18.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JykRUS1PlNI/RsHW4gFiNcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pA6Umyp6Sqo/s1600-h/Tori3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098592519334278594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JykRUS1PlNI/RsHW4gFiNcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pA6Umyp6Sqo/s320/Tori3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-7906817646111375745?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/7906817646111375745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=7906817646111375745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/7906817646111375745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/7906817646111375745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JykRUS1PlNI/RsHW4gFiNcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pA6Umyp6Sqo/s72-c/Tori3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-116585626376182790</id><published>2006-12-11T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T10:57:43.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry all</title><content type='html'>For those that actually read my blog...sorry. I just haven't been in a posting mood at all. Plus I don't really have anything to post about. But I do now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from a friend...If  you saw this fashion license plate, what do you think it reads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MNGYPSY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please post your ideas:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-116585626376182790?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/116585626376182790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=116585626376182790' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/116585626376182790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/116585626376182790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/12/sorry-all.html' title='Sorry all'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-116250441813065934</id><published>2006-11-02T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T15:53:38.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Offense...ha, ha</title><content type='html'>I hate this phrase. It always said after someone has said something that is mean and hurtful and they know it is going to hurt someone's feelings but they say it anyway.  It was put at the end of some slander directed at stay at home moms whose wardrobe is restricted to sweat pants and things of that nature. To say that the comment hurt my feelings is an understatement. Don't say something mean and then say "No Offense", it isn't nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watch... you will notice lots of people saying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-116250441813065934?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/116250441813065934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=116250441813065934' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/116250441813065934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/116250441813065934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-offenseha-ha.html' title='No Offense...ha, ha'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-115765223208244822</id><published>2006-09-07T12:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T13:28:03.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strong Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I got sent this email and I had to post it because it is SOOOO incredibly funny. How do we look at this and laugh and yet, when it is us.....somehow we don't see the humor? Well trust me, I am totally seeing it right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Kristen ITC';font-size:18;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;WOMAN'S PERFECT BREAKFAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ITC';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;She's sitting at the table with her gourmet coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Her son is on the cover of the Wheaties box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Her daughter is on the cover of Business Week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Her boyfriend is on the cover of Playgirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And her husband is on the back of the milk carton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ITC';font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN'S REVENGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;color:teal;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Cash, check or charge?" I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;As she fumbled for her wallet I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"So, do you always carry your TV remote?" I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"No," she replied, " but my husband refused to come shopping with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ITC';font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;UNDERSTANDING WOMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ',ITC;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(A MAN'S PERSPECTIVE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I know I'm not going to understand women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and still be afraid of a spider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;MARRIAGE SEMINAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ITC';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tom and his wife Grace listened to the instructor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"It is essential that husbands and wives know each other's likes and dislikes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;He addressed the man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Can you name your wife's favorite flower?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tom leaned over, touched his wife's arm  gently and whispered, "It's Pillsbury, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ITC';font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIGARETTES AND TAMPONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ITC';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A man walks into a pharmacy and wanders up and down the aisles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The sales girl notices him and asks him if she can help him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;He answers that he is looking for a box of tampons for his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;She directs him down the correct aisle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A few minutes later, he deposits a huge bag of cotton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;balls and a ball of string on the counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;She says, confused, "Sir, I thought you were looking  for some tampons for your wife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;He answers, " You see, it's like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yesterday, I sent my wife to the store to get me a carton of cigarettes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and she came back with a tin of tobacco and some rolling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;papers; cause it's sooo-ooo--oo-ooo much cheaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So, I figure if I have to roll my own ......... so does she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;( I figure this guy is the one on the milk carton! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;WIFE VS. HUSBAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ITC';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;An earlier discussion had led to an argument and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;neither of them  wanted to concede their position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Yep," the wife replied, "in-laws."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ITC';font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;W O R D S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ITC';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;30,000 to a man's 15,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;CREATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ITC';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A man said to his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ITC';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;" The wife responded, "Allow me to explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ITC';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me;&lt;br /&gt;God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ITC';font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;WHO DOES WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ITC';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A man and his wife were having an argument about who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;should brew the coffee each morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The wife said, "You should do it, because you get up first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The husband said, " You are in charge of cooking around here and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;you should do it, because  that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wife replies, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;that the man should do the coffee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Husband replies, "I can't believe that, show me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says.........."HEBREWS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ITC';font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Silent Treatment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ITC';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;other the silent  treatment. Suddenly, the man realized that the next day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Please wake me at 5:00 AM." He left it where he knew she would find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and he had missed his flight. Furious, he was about to go and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;see why his wife hadn't wakened him, when he noticed a piece of paper by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;the bed. The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM. Wake up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Kristen ITC';font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;God may have created man before woman,&lt;br /&gt;but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-115765223208244822?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/115765223208244822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=115765223208244822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115765223208244822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115765223208244822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/09/strong-woman_07.html' title='The Strong Woman'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-115749142132463012</id><published>2006-09-05T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:25:08.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Primetime Princesses</title><content type='html'>Time is just so elusive when it comes to needing more of it. Posting here hasn't been on the top of my list but we'll see what happens in the few weeks. The Fall Season of fab shows are arriving! Check out the super cool website Kendrah has created totally devoted to this falls shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="91" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/primetv.0.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ptprincesses.typepad.com/tv/"&gt;www.ptprincesses.typepad.com/tv/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventually you should see some stuff on the site from yours truly! I am so excited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-115749142132463012?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/115749142132463012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=115749142132463012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115749142132463012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115749142132463012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/09/primetime-princesses.html' title='Primetime Princesses'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-115512798683430655</id><published>2006-08-09T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:50:17.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fabo Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/gin_tonic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: none; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/gin_tonic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Big Caslon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks to the mighty internet guru Kendrah, I have a fabulous banner for my blog. I am now cool:) Thank you Kendrah for wiping away all the bad years of uncool high school memories with one cool upgrade. You SO Rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This one is for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-115512798683430655?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/115512798683430655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=115512798683430655' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115512798683430655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115512798683430655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-fabo-blog_09.html' title='My Fabo Blog!'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-115500329577713000</id><published>2006-08-07T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:14:55.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is too weird!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/P1010116.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010116.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/Sister%3F%3F.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/Sister%3F%3F.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blown away. Sara and I got our haircut at her sister in laws and I opted for bangs. I wasn't really sure about if I would like it or not but, it is just hair. I am pretty easy to please.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got home today and was going to post on Kendrah's blog and noticed that we have somewhat of the same haircut. Ryan saw the picture and was like,"you kinda look like her". It is crazy. So I just thought I would post the pictures and you be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Kendrahs hair definitely has more lift though. My hair is always superflat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-115500329577713000?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/115500329577713000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=115500329577713000' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115500329577713000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115500329577713000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-too-weird.html' title='This is too weird!'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-115470347030612346</id><published>2006-08-04T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T09:57:50.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foxy Lady...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/sSZhAReyjc2bheF1E5lWaGPBpCJ9VVkq0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/400/sSZhAReyjc2bheF1E5lWaGPBpCJ9VVkq0280.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who is this Foxy Lady???? Oh, It is my bunny fufu. Man she looked hot.&lt;br /&gt;This was when we went clubbin for her bachelorette party. Maybe when Kendrah comes we could fit it into our schedule to do a little clubbin. Dress all hot and stuff. Anyone else wanna go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-115470347030612346?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/115470347030612346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=115470347030612346' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115470347030612346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115470347030612346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/08/foxy-lady.html' title='Foxy Lady...'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-115436088988146317</id><published>2006-07-31T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T15:50:35.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/P1010104.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/P1010103.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010103.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/P1010108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010108.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/P1010105.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010105.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Daniel and Tori to the beach on Saturday. It was Tori's first time ever at a beach and she loved it. Our kids are fishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-115436088988146317?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/115436088988146317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=115436088988146317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115436088988146317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115436088988146317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/07/our-trip-to-beach.html' title='Our trip to the Beach'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-115337177365323332</id><published>2006-07-19T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:28:34.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost the good fight</title><content type='html'>I had a New Years Resolution. I was going to lose 26 lbs by my birthday. My birthday was July 10th.Well I lost the good fight. I must say I didn't really try too hard. Part of it was that my time is not my own...and yet it seems like a scapegoat to use my kids as the excuse. I have lost thirteen though. I ballooned up to 147 and now I am down to 134. I have about 19 lbs left to go but at least I am loosing it healthily. Like that is a word...but it makes my point. (sigh)I miss being skinny. She is my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/jennifer_garner_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/200/jennifer_garner_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanna look like this...Like it is gonna happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-115337177365323332?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/115337177365323332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=115337177365323332' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115337177365323332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115337177365323332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-lost-good-fight.html' title='I lost the good fight'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-115336916987274188</id><published>2006-07-19T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:27:07.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it! I found a friend of mine who I haven't talked to since I was 12. Her name is Patricia...well she got married and now she goes by "Trish." She is living in Port Alberni and is training at a lawyers office to be a legal secretary....I think. I still haven't processed it all yet. Let me tell you about our relationship. When I was going through some really tough times with my familylife she was my best friend. I practically lived at her house. Sometimes it was easier to be there than at my house. But I loved it. Trish lived in a log house surrounded by forest and we would go exploring and it never failed, we would come back soaked to the skin because we were crossing little streams or we found some smooth rock formations that looked like waterslides and they were sooooo tempting. We would walk on train tracks and sometimes take picnics with us. When we were stuck inside, we would play the board game "Hotels", and some old school computer games. They were my second family. Lately, little things had begun to remind me of her. First, I found my half of a best friends necklace that I had given her for her birthday. That was like 16 years ago!!!! What the Heck! Out of the blue here it comes. So everytime I get something out of my jewellery box I see it and it takes me back. Second, The Phantom of the Opera. I remember when we were obsessed with it. I got her the score for the piano and she tried to teach me how to play....to no avail. But when the movie came out...emotions flowed. Now once again I am thoroughly engrossed with the play in a new generation. But I still own the original London Cast with Michael Crawford and Sarah Brightman. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved from Port Alberni to Victoria and I never saw her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than once I had thought about her and wondered how she was doing. I guess I was scared. Maybe she didn't want to hear from me...who knew? So I never pursued it.&lt;br /&gt;Well this last week I was looking through some old pictures and found her. On the back it said,"Best Friends Forever A.E.A.E.A.E.A.E.A.E.A.E.A.E.A.E.A.E.A.E" Thats right. Man we were corny but it meant everything to me, and to be honest it means everything to me now.&lt;br /&gt;I did all of the moving so I figured I should look her up. So with all the info on the Net I was able to track down her mum and we had a great chat. They sent me some pics and a few I am posting at the end of this Post. I am hoping to make a trip and see them while I am in Canada this August. I will have to put those pictures on here too. I am so excited to be in contact with her. I hope that we are able to be BFF A.E.A.E.A.E.A.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/Rydings_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/200/Rydings_s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;L-R: Peter (her dad), Trish, John(her hubby), Erin(her sis), and Carol(her mum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/Trish_and_John_1_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/200/Trish_and_John_1_s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trish and her new hubby John (Yea for them!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-115336916987274188?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/115336916987274188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=115336916987274188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115336916987274188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115336916987274188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-best-friend.html' title='My Best Friend'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-115336911365839683</id><published>2006-07-19T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:21:26.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tori Turns 1!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Happy Birthday Tori! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori turned 1 on July 15th. We didn't do a ton because 1...we have no money and 2...she isn't going to remember something extravagant. So we made her her own little cake and let her go to town on it. It was pretty cute. Here are a couple of pics. I can't believe that she is one already. Here comes an old people phrase..."Where has the time gone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/P1010091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/200/P1010091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/P1010085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/200/P1010085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man those pics are blurry...don't try to adjust your screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-115336911365839683?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/115336911365839683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=115336911365839683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115336911365839683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115336911365839683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/07/tori-turns-1.html' title='Tori Turns 1!!!!!'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-115336871479397109</id><published>2006-07-19T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:11:54.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Fart Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/old%20people%20sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/200/old%20people%20sign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am old. I was checking out my old high school and noticed that they are having a ten year reunion. WOW! Where did the time go and man have I done a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;1. Got Married(Eight and a half years...and still frisky!)&lt;br /&gt;2. I have two kids.&lt;br /&gt;3. Lived in Israel for a year.&lt;br /&gt;4. Lived in the States for nine.&lt;br /&gt;5. Travelled to London, Germany, Bucharest, Cyprus, Barcelona, Egypt and Israel.&lt;br /&gt;6. Done some missions training.&lt;br /&gt;7. Learned another language.&lt;br /&gt;8. Planned and coordinated eight weddings...not including my own and I am working on #9!&lt;br /&gt;9. Finished a cake decorating class&lt;br /&gt;10. Received a Green Card and started the process for citizenship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those seem like big things to me. Does everybody do that much stuff? Maybe that is normal and I am making a big deal out of it but, coming from an island where nothing really happens it seems like a lot. Anyway, so my reunion is on August 18th through the 20th and I am so upset because I am going to Victoria on the 22nd! AAAHHHHHHHH! I can't believe that I am arriving two days later. I am super bummed but, what can you do? Hopefully I will be able to still get in touch with a few people and see them while I am there. So that is that. I feel old. I totally had an out-of-touch-with-this-generation moment. That sucks. It is all down hill from here. I will have to start saying things like"Back when I was in school..." and "Those young kids don't understand discipline and diligence."&lt;br /&gt;(sigh) I so don't miss high school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-115336871479397109?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/115336871479397109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=115336871479397109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115336871479397109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115336871479397109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/07/old-fart-moment.html' title='Old Fart Moment'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-115336757375112769</id><published>2006-07-19T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:52:53.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Bulimia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay...I know I haven't posted in awhile. I am sure the oh-so-many fans are ready to start a mob to come and find me but, I just don't have the time. It isn't at the bottom of my priority list but it isn't the top. Plus, I don't have a very exciting life. Blogging Bulimia is what I have. I just binge for a long time on info I can blog about but instead of doing it little by little, it all comes out in one long night of spewing(is that a word?). Anyway brace yourselves folks, I got stuff to post about. Like it is that big of a deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-115336757375112769?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/115336757375112769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=115336757375112769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115336757375112769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115336757375112769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/07/blogging-bulimia.html' title='Blogging Bulimia'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-115222312861357849</id><published>2006-07-06T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:58:48.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel learning guitar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/P1010072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a quick post of Daniel learning to play guitar. Ryan is teaching him how to play each string separately and then together. He was so excited I had to take a picture. I love him so much. I am super proud of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-115222312861357849?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/115222312861357849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=115222312861357849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115222312861357849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115222312861357849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/07/daniel-learning-guitar.html' title='Daniel learning guitar...'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-115222278754341332</id><published>2006-07-06T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:53:07.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Gross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/P1010068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/400/P1010068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay I don't know if everyone is able to grasp at how large this spider is but it was massively huge. I was in the shower and my niece knocks on the door and tells me there is a tarantula in my living room. Now I know my niece is scared of spiders and so I figured that it was a little black fuzzy thing. OOOOHHHHH NOOOOOOOO! It was so not little. I totally freaked me out to where I wasn't sure how todeal with it. So after climbing over my couch and walking as far away from it as I possibly could, I grabbed my desk trash can and just dumped whatever was in it on the floor. I have goosebumps just typing about it! Then as I put the can over it....I crouched down with it's body right on the floor like it was ready to pounce. Totally gross! I had to call the maintenance guy for our apartment complex and have him come and kill it. He brought this big like 2x4 and smashed it dead! Yeah Ray!!!! After he left though, I thought I was going to gag because on the wall behind the spider was all of it's guts and stuff. My gag reflex was kicking in hardcore and I thought I was going to barf everywhere but then I knew I would have to clean that too so I controlled myself.Anyway, I hope everyone can appreciate my little drama. It scared the snot outta me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-115222278754341332?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/115222278754341332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=115222278754341332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115222278754341332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115222278754341332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/07/super-gross.html' title='Super Gross'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-115100137799884734</id><published>2006-06-22T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T13:36:18.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maternal Instinct is Maternal Instinct</title><content type='html'>Sara forwarded this story and pictures to me this morning and as a mom I absolutely love this story. It makes me feel all smushy inside. I hugged my kids just a little harder today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a zoo in California, a mother tiger gave birth to a rare set of triplet tiger cubs. Unfortunately, due to complications in the pregnancy, the cubs were born prematurely and due to their tiny size, they died shortly after birth. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The mother tiger after recovering from the delivery, suddenly started to decline in health, although physically she was fine. The veterinarians felt that the loss of her litter had caused the tigress to fall into a depression. The doctors decided that if the tigress could surrogate another mother's cubs, perhaps she would improve. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After checking with many other zoos across the country, the depressing news was that there were no tiger cubs of the right age to introduce to the mourning mother. The veterinarians decided to try something that had never been tried in a zoo environment. Sometimes a mother of one species will take on the care of a different species. The only orphans" that could be found quickly, were a litter of weaner pigs. The zoo keepers and vets wrapped the piglets in tiger skin and placed the babies around the mother tiger &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would they become cubs or pork chops???? Take a look........ you won't believe your eyes!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/lionnpig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/lionnpig.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/tigernbbz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/tigernbbz.jpg" alt="" 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/17655161-115100137799884734?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/115100137799884734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=115100137799884734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115100137799884734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115100137799884734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/06/maternal-instinct-is-maternal-instinct.html' title='Maternal Instinct is Maternal Instinct'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-115100051373985531</id><published>2006-06-22T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T13:22:40.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion not considered "G" rating material</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Good Morning America&lt;br /&gt;June 22, 2006 —&lt;/strong&gt; The makers of the new film "Facing the Giants" say the Motion Picture Association of America's viewpoint is biased on the movie's celebration of Christian values.&lt;br /&gt;"It's interesting that the Bible, which used to be the standard for what is good and right and virtuous and true is now taboo and we have to warn people about it," said Alex Kendrick who directed and stars in "Facing the Giants."&lt;br /&gt;"Facing the Giants" is about a down-and-out high school football coach who uses religion to fuel a personal and professional comeback.&lt;br /&gt;The two evangelical pastors from Georgia who made the film on a shoestring budget thought they might get a PG rating because the hard football hits and frank talk about one character's infertility. They say they were shocked when the motion picture association told them they got the PG rating because of the film's religious content.&lt;br /&gt;The Motion Picture Association of America, which rates movies, says it's received more than 15,000 e-mail complaints from people who say "Facing the Giants" should have been rated G instead of PG, more than 10 times the previous record for complaint volume.&lt;br /&gt;Rep. Roy Blunt, R-Mo., sent an angry letter to the MPAA.&lt;br /&gt;"If religion creates a warning for parents and kids and violence and bad language don't, this thing appears to me to be heading in the wrong direction, and I think most Americans would agree," Blunt said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was upset when I saw this on Good Morning America. It is totally showing us the state our nation is in. I am sorry if this offends someone who reads this but, I feel like all should know about this story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-115100051373985531?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/115100051373985531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=115100051373985531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115100051373985531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115100051373985531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/06/religion-not-considered-g-rating.html' title='Religion not considered &quot;G&quot; rating material'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-115089696236109498</id><published>2006-06-21T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T08:36:02.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RSVP.....PLEASE!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay,This is a major vent for me. I had a Pampered Chef party last Wednesday....or at least I was supposed to. I invited 43 people just to cover my bases and NONE OF THEM SHOWED UP. Even the ones who rsvp'd. I was thoroughly pissed and sad at the same time. Sara who was doing my party and I were the only ones there. I couldn't believe it. I thought how freakin rude. I did everything and beyond to make sure people at least rsvp'd. I highlighted the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Please rsvp as soon as possible"&lt;/span&gt;line on the invite. I called everyone. Noone returned calls or answered their phones. I was super mad. I know that all of those people use phones. If they didn't want to come they could have said no. I am okay with that. I am not okay with being ignored. It was like being a teenager again. You have a party and then you bite off all of your nails hoping that people will come and then you want to jump off a bridge when they don't. Bad flashbacks....bad flashbacks. The sad thing is that all of these people were from our church. I know that people have busier lives than me but that to me inexcusable. I am not going to harp...it is done. Sara and I did make the best of it though. We had a good time drowning our sorrows and laughing until we tinkled. Good times....good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-115089696236109498?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/115089696236109498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=115089696236109498' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115089696236109498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/115089696236109498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/06/rsvpplease.html' title='RSVP.....PLEASE!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-114986994079732470</id><published>2006-06-09T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T16:43:37.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Alias Crosswords!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://letstalkalias.blogspot.com"&gt;Letstalkalias.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and GirlScout I am posting the links to some incredible crosswords that have been created. They are not easy which makes them all the more fun...and the fact that they are Alias doesn't hurt. I am not finished one yet but I am having the time of my life doing research to find the answers. Hope you will enjoy them as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The Alias Word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.armoredpenguin.com/crossword/Data/2006.05/22683.0.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.armoredpenguin.com/crossword/Data/2006.05/22683.0.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cia Word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.armoredpenguin.com/crossword/Data/2006.06/31279.0.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.armoredpenguin.com/crossword/Data/2006.06/31279.0.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3."I'm ere,she's ere, we made it."(I love the name of this one!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.armoredpenguin.com/crossword/Data/2006.06/30675.0.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.armoredpenguin.com/crossword/Data/2006.06/30675.0.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Alias Love&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.armoredpenguin.com/crossword/Data/2006.06/18055.0.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.armoredpenguin.com/crossword/Data/2006.06/18055.0.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Rotunda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.armoredpenguin.com/crossword/Data/2006.06/20855.0.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.armoredpenguin.com/crossword/Data/2006.06/20855.0.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-114986994079732470?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/114986994079732470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=114986994079732470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/114986994079732470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/114986994079732470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/06/fabulous-alias-crosswords.html' title='Fabulous Alias Crosswords!'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-114986453990162492</id><published>2006-06-09T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T09:49:01.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Ladybug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/P1010034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, Tori and I were over at Sara's playing outside and trying to tan and Tori decided to get into the baby pool. She was too cute. She was so happy. I had to take a pic to share with all. I love to boast about my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-114986453990162492?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/114986453990162492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=114986453990162492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/114986453990162492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/114986453990162492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-little-ladybug.html' title='My Little Ladybug'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-114986408011240626</id><published>2006-06-09T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T09:50:49.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cozy Kozy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/P1010033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/200/P1010033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got this Kozy from Christy Hanly because Tori is constantly attached to my hip. It was totally impossible for me to get anything done since most things take two hands.(Not that I minded not having to do anything:-) So Christy made this for me for $20 and I have to tell you...it is awesome. I look kinda funny and I am totally not photogenic but it is cute to see Tori asleep. Man I hate having my picture taken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-114986408011240626?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/114986408011240626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=114986408011240626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/114986408011240626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/114986408011240626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/06/cozy-kozy.html' title='Cozy Kozy...'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-114910254064728833</id><published>2006-05-31T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T14:09:00.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck &amp; Shannon's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Chuck and Shannon at the wedding. They look so good. Just want to mention that the cake is done by yours truly:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-114910254064728833?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/114910254064728833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=114910254064728833' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/114910254064728833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/114910254064728833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/05/chuck-shannons-wedding.html' title='Chuck &amp; Shannon&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-114908606331763166</id><published>2006-05-31T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T09:36:24.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/P1010009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/P1010008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to post some pictures of Tori and Daniel playing during Memorial Day. Man that was a great day. It was so nice and warm....and we spent all day inside in the oh-so-nice air conditioning. Thank you Bunny for making some awesome Lemon Drops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-114908606331763166?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/114908606331763166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=114908606331763166' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/114908606331763166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/114908606331763166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/05/pictures-of-kids.html' title='Pictures of the kids'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-114226312931903274</id><published>2006-03-13T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T09:18:49.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Cake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/pic.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/pic.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...Here it is...My first cake. I am so proud of this. I hope that everyone is able to see it good enough. One of the other ladies in my group took this picture for me so I could post it. It is filled with fresh strawberries and real whipped cream. Chad and Rachelle thought it was pretty yummy. Well that is that.  I did a cake for Ryan's dads birthday so hopefully I can post that pic soon. I am loving this class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-114226312931903274?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/114226312931903274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=114226312931903274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/114226312931903274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/114226312931903274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-first-cake.html' title='My First Cake...'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-114119139396894204</id><published>2006-02-28T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:36:34.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cake Class....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have been going to a cake class...no...not an easy class but an actual cake decorating class. I really needed to do this for myself. I had to have a hobby so that I remember I am more than a mom, wife and homemaker. I am also a woman who has ideas and dreams. So from this if all goes well I would like to be able to make yummy treats and sell them on the web and perhaps in stores. Gotta think big you know. This Wednesday is my last week of Phase I in cake decorating. We are decorating a cake from scratch and doing it however we would like. I am hoping to develop my creativity but still be classy. Anyway I will post a picture after I am done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-114119139396894204?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/114119139396894204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=114119139396894204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/114119139396894204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/114119139396894204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-cake-class.html' title='My Cake Class....'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-114118684830918219</id><published>2006-02-28T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:22:57.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay I hope it is not a repeat...</title><content type='html'>Did anyone watch the "Golden Globes"?&lt;br /&gt;Okay I was mad. I was so mad that I accidentally woke Tori up with my ranting at the television.&lt;br /&gt;Paradise Now won the "Best Foreign Film" category; from the "nation" of Palestine. Here is the synopsis of what the film is about:&lt;br /&gt;PARADISE NOW" follows two Palestinian childhood friends who have been recruited for a strike on Tel Aviv and focuses on their last days together. When they are intercepted at the Israeli border and separated from their handlers, a young woman who discovers their plan causes them to reconsider their actions.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the synopsis doesn't sound bad. But, the problem I have with even the concept of this idea is that to me it is glorifying the homocide bomber. That the only way a Palestinian can find glory from the everyday PA inflicted poverty is to go blow up innocent women and children in a neighbouring jewish town. Even as I write this my adrenaline pumps a little faster. Everything is so one sided. I think the thing that bugs me the most was that the film was from Palastine...like it is a nation or something. They shouldn't have allowed that. It should have been from Israel, West Bank. But political and geographical correctness gets hung out to dry when it comes to the Middle East. It makes me want to cry. I guess this makes me a Zionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am hoping not to see this movie in this category again for the Academy Awards as this would piss me off big time. I wish that producers and writers would come up with better things then to invent "What If's" in regards to the Middle East and the people there. Movie making has hit an all time low.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-114118684830918219?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/114118684830918219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=114118684830918219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/114118684830918219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/114118684830918219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-i-hope-it-is-not-repeat.html' title='Okay I hope it is not a repeat...'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-113886613486189834</id><published>2006-02-02T00:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T01:47:57.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Show them the LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, I had way too much coke tonight so here I write in the middle of the night hoping that I will get sleepy and be able to sleep soon without feeling like I have millions of things I have to think about right then and there. I thought I would write a bit about my children and the way we raised them...well at least with Daniel, Tori is still a work in progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara has posted a very interesting, intelligent and thought provoking article on childrearing on her blog. It pertained to the concept and parenting style known as "Baby Training." It's basic concepts are that a child is just another part of your functioning lifestyle and they had just better get used to it and fit in. It includes the idea of "self soothing" meaning a child shouldn't have to be coddled but that it should take care of itself when it goes to sleep. Sounds harsh you might say? I have just put it into laymans terms. I sound biased against it don't I? Well yes of course I am but I feel that I as a mother have a right to be. Also because in the last year and a half I have found out that I had done that with Daniel as he was growing up. Now let me tell you how I came to this conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;When we left for Israel,Daniel was about seven and a half months old. He was still breastfed and so of course to me there wasn't anything at that time that I needed to know. I say that not because I was arrogant and that I knew everything but it is quite the opposite. I was pretty uneducated. As he got bigger new things came about. One of them being that I didn't think that I needed to hold him all the time to get him to go to sleep or take naps. Set him on a schedule. He needs structure. I was pro"self soothing" though I had no clue that that was what it was called. Only by the grace of G-d did he turn out okay. I lucked out. I had the textbook child. Most of the books say that you let them cry until they fall asleep. At first it will take a long time but after a few days it will gradually get less and less. Well I did that, and by golly it worked!! Three days later, I never had to rock him to sleep again. (even as I write this it turns my stomach and tears come to my eyes) I was "lucky". I know now that that is not the norm. Did he turn out okay? Of course he did. He still goes to sleep on his own when we ask though lately he snuggles with Ryan on our bed and then goes to his bed. I now have another child, my beautiful, round, spirited and long winded girl Tori Olivia. She needs loving all of the time. I am her mother. It is my responsiblity. It is right up there par with oh I don't know...feeding her and clothing her. If I put her down when she is sleepy she lets me know that she doesn't like that. In fact it is for more than just when she is sleepy. Right now she gets mad when I leave her line of vision or if she thinks that I am not there. Most of my friends have seen it in action. If I decided to "self soothe" with her, she would have laryngitis(spelled without spell check thank you very much!) before she would even remotely be pacified. There is a good explanation for this. SHE NEEDS ME! There is a part of her make up that tells her that I make her happy. That she will feel secure when I am around. That she doesn't trust people that she doesn't know. And you know what? I am okay with that. It is a hard process though. Right now the only thing I have really left the house without her for, is to do grocery shopping and sometimes she is with me for the ride. Girls night out? She is with me. Have there been times when she has started to scream in the restaurant? Oh yeah. And do you know what I do? I pay for my meal and go home. That is just part of life. She needs me to be able to anticipate her needs where she is not able to voice them. If I ignore them she will be defeated. She won't have a voice. She will just be a really big crying accessory. And who knows the long term ramifications of these actions. If I don't look after her now, will she look to someone else as she get older? Will she give up on all things hard in her life? I don't even want to walk on that path. I don't want that to even be a possibility in her life. I want to establish a bond and a hope in her that keeps us together. A hope for good things in her life. If I am going to pray for her to walk a godly womans lifestyle shouldn't I already be teaching her by loving her completely? I think so. Now that being said, I don't hold my children when their crying with the thought process of "I'll do this to shut you up" but with the thought process of "what are you needing?" If that need is just to be loved and held by a parent that is reason enough. I say that but in all honesty it is easier said than done. Sometimes I wish I could have time to myself. To not have to take a bath at midnight just for a chance to read a real book. Sometimes I wish I could have my whole house clean at the same time instead of two thirds of it done and the other third a demo site but if I have to choose between the happiness of my child and our relationship, to a clean house, I choose the child. I know that a house is a house. My child needs me.&lt;br /&gt;No child is the same. No lifestyle is the same. Some children like the structure from a small age. I make no judgement calls on any one. I just feel like I am able to point out the flaws in this mind set because I have been there. I have also found that the people who are for this concept are one of two things, childless or selfish. Here is my final thought:&lt;br /&gt;"If you are not willing to abandon all of your own personal time to pour into the life of your child, don't have one. The time you have with your child as he/she develops is such a short time. Don't waste it thinking only about yourself. They are not an accessory you add to your life because that is what you think comes next in life."&lt;br /&gt;I think I will try to go back to sleep...I  have a cramp in my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-113886613486189834?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/113886613486189834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=113886613486189834' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/113886613486189834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/113886613486189834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/02/show-them-love.html' title='Show them the LOVE!'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-113747571911174283</id><published>2006-01-16T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T01:48:40.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Statements</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When we were in Ywam, we went through a lot of things...some good...some not so good. I am trying to find the good where I couldn't before. This leads me back to "mandatory meetings" that I had to go to. One of the things we had to do was create a personal and mission statement. Well, sufficed to say at that time and place I was not wanting to learn because of all the philosophy that was being taught that I didn't agree with. When we started doing mission statements it was another thing that just made me feel like we were limiting ourselves and what God may have wanted to do in our lives. Just another box in another box. Well, being away from that atmosphere I have been able to see things that they taught in another light. Not that they were right or that what they were passing on to us was right; because it was being passed down with an agenda; but with its original intentions. So I have created a mission statement for myself. Not that it will limit me to just the statement but it will help me focus when there isn't something specific that God has me doing. Okay...here it goes. Please tell me if this is too narrow minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;MY MISSION STATEMENT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;" To be a wife and a mother that affirms everyones value in Yeshua through my actions, to be an intercessor for my husband and children and to pray for the peace of Jerusalem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Now, I am not limited to this statement and it will probably change as I grow but, I think it will be a great start and a good focus point. I guess I am growing away from the bitterness in my past experiences and embracing them as another growing point that I need to learn from. If it were all that easy:) LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-113747571911174283?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/113747571911174283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=113747571911174283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/113747571911174283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/113747571911174283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/01/mission-statements.html' title='Mission Statements'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-113737789455507165</id><published>2006-01-15T18:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:11:19.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Marquis</title><content type='html'>I have decided to start a post that will show case church marquis. You can add your favorite ones or ones you hate the most. I have quite a few of both. Here are some starters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:" The King is alive and his name ain't Elvis!"&lt;br /&gt;2:" God built a church...not Promise Keepers." (This one is one Ryan and I hate. Talk about being completely off the mark.)&lt;br /&gt;3:" Does your faith work for a living?"&lt;br /&gt;4:"What if God is waiting for a sign from us?"&lt;br /&gt;5:"Forbidden fruit produces much jams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I think of them I will post more. Please add the ones you remember. I am sure it will be a fun time and a good laugh...at least most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-113737789455507165?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/113737789455507165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=113737789455507165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/113737789455507165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/113737789455507165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/01/church-marquis.html' title='Church Marquis'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-113725246404360749</id><published>2006-01-14T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T01:49:41.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VAUGHN IS NOT DEAD!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I had an epifone this morning. I was reading the let'stalkalias blog and it is just chalked full of awesome theories about whether Syd was in on Vaughn's "death" or if she didn't know etc...etc. Well I thought back to an epi that I watched about a week ago. It is my second favorite episode. It is in S3 when Vaughn came to see Syd to see how "she was doing", and Syd delivered one awesome monologue. She talks about how he abandoned hope and how they had seen too many things in their line of work to assume anything. Then she said "I wouldn't have given up hope." Well, I had a major revelation today. I don't think Syd was in on his "death" but I don't think that she thinks he is dead. I know she has hope. AND, with all the clues that JJ has been giving for us fans...I don't think he would let us down. Oh Yeah, my most favorite epi is when Syd and Vaughn kissed for the first time after the toppling of SD6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-113725246404360749?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/113725246404360749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=113725246404360749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/113725246404360749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/113725246404360749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/01/vaughn-is-not-dead.html' title='VAUGHN IS NOT DEAD!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-113658588300230388</id><published>2006-01-06T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T01:50:11.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For anyone who doesn't know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/1600/Tshirt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/Tshirt2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;For anyone who doesn't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, Ryan is starting an online business selling cool and funny Tshirts. He is currently also starting a business selling Dead Sea products. That will be coming soon. For those who would like to buy one of his shirts just click on the link &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;"Ancient Spa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it. Tell us what you think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-113658588300230388?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/113658588300230388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=113658588300230388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/113658588300230388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/113658588300230388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-anyone-who-doesnt-know.html' title='For anyone who doesn&apos;t know...'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-113657601063036048</id><published>2006-01-06T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T01:50:33.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Years Resolution...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Most people think that New Years Resolutions are useless and they are broken as soon as they are made but I have a dream. I have just one resolution... to lose 26 lbs by my birthday. I think I can do that. Updates will come in 5 lb increments. Maybe I will do a before and after pic at the end. Start the countdown. Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;            Starting weight: 141 lbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;            Ending weight: 115 lbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Birthdate: July 10th        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;185 Days to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-113657601063036048?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/113657601063036048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=113657601063036048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/113657601063036048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/113657601063036048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-new-years-resolution.html' title='My New Years Resolution...'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-113085512164875116</id><published>2005-11-01T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T01:51:39.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who would you rather vote for.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hillary Clinton or Condoleeza Rice?&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I were talking about how scary it would be if two women ran for presidency. Then we were talking about who we would vote for. Hillary Clinton is a psycho lady whose husband should not be let anywhere near the White House but, she is Pro Israel. Condi is a republican which is how we usually vote but she is for "peace" at all costs. I guess it matters on what your priorites are and what is important for you in a president. Obviously this is a hypothetical scenario so tell me who you would vote for. I think we would vote for Hillary...okay lets hear it.&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/17655161-113085512164875116?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/113085512164875116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=113085512164875116' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/113085512164875116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/113085512164875116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2005/11/who-would-you-rather-vote-for.html' title='Who would you rather vote for.....'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17655161.post-112889293772375963</id><published>2005-10-09T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T16:22:17.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A Place to vent your feelings...It's needed to stay sane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Everyone needs a place to vent things, be it about politics(This is for you Sara:), TV shows, or just random dislikes. Be free to spill your guts but, please watch your language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17655161-112889293772375963?l=personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/feeds/112889293772375963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17655161&amp;postID=112889293772375963' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/112889293772375963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17655161/posts/default/112889293772375963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personalassistanttosara.blogspot.com/2005/10/place-to-vent-your-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10212946521475943926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1706/320/P1010038.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
