<?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-11479752</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:12:19.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reflections</title><subtitle type='html'>Our life should be a reflection of Christ.  From the beginning we were created by God to live a life pleasing to Him.  My prayer is that everyday I am a mere reflection of what He has created me to be in Jesus, living and believing who He says He is and that He can do what He says He can do.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-5578241179683258631</id><published>2008-11-01T11:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:21:01.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>This year's Halloween was the first time I had created a costume since...well, I can't even remember. Our friends had a Murder Mystery Party and all of us came dressed as crazy, creepy monsters. There was a murder that occured, but I did not die and I did not kill anyone. I did however, have a great motive to kill, but didn't have the guts to go through with it. My friend in the picture wasn't so lucky - she was the one that was murdered. The crazy wolf monster did it! Way fun night. Check out some of the other pictures below. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SQxyhLM6wbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sju4CiXYtF0/s1600-h/deadgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263707978757489074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SQxyhLM6wbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sju4CiXYtF0/s200/deadgirls.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/11479752-5578241179683258631?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/5578241179683258631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=5578241179683258631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/5578241179683258631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/5578241179683258631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-years-halloween-was-first-time-i.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SQxyhLM6wbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sju4CiXYtF0/s72-c/deadgirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-3291273213780717964</id><published>2008-11-01T11:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:14:44.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>The Petsons came by to visit our Haunted House.  They were way better looking than us.  Alexa was a "punk pirate".  AJ was "Jack Bauer" from 24.  Kiara was "Tinkerbell".  They were a little scared of us and it was really cute.  That's Joy their mama in the picture too.  Love that family.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SQxyBCEBAdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/j-HLMP7ey7U/s1600-h/petersongirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263707426548416978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SQxyBCEBAdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/j-HLMP7ey7U/s200/petersongirls.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/11479752-3291273213780717964?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/3291273213780717964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=3291273213780717964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/3291273213780717964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/3291273213780717964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008_2747.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SQxyBCEBAdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/j-HLMP7ey7U/s72-c/petersongirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-4428902614008542803</id><published>2008-11-01T11:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:12:20.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>All the girls - Yeti(Cathy), Goth Girl(Karla), Boogie Monster(Amanda), Mummy(Becky), Witch(Sarah), Zombie(me), Pumpkin Head(Tammy), Grim Reaper(Madonna)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SQxxeWTIQ2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/4gWMN4VpzFI/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263706830685094754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SQxxeWTIQ2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/4gWMN4VpzFI/s200/girls.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/11479752-4428902614008542803?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/4428902614008542803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=4428902614008542803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/4428902614008542803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/4428902614008542803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008_2571.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SQxxeWTIQ2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/4gWMN4VpzFI/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-2575000452307117181</id><published>2008-11-01T11:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:10:00.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>He's not as dangerous as he looks.  In the Murder Mystery Game he was Vorhee Myers (Max) and I was Livan Gann.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SQxw4-IsrcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/B5mpjgnjqXU/s1600-h/maxsara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263706188543733186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SQxw4-IsrcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/B5mpjgnjqXU/s200/maxsara.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/11479752-2575000452307117181?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/2575000452307117181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=2575000452307117181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/2575000452307117181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/2575000452307117181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008_01.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SQxw4-IsrcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/B5mpjgnjqXU/s72-c/maxsara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-1196804364458115326</id><published>2008-11-01T10:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:05:36.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Scary friends! Zombie Girl (me), Grim Reaper(Madonna) &amp;amp; Lady Gothic(Karla)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SQxvHXWrtdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/SUkvh1U_WBI/s1600-h/saramadonnakarla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263704236808189394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SQxvHXWrtdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/SUkvh1U_WBI/s200/saramadonnakarla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-1196804364458115326?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/1196804364458115326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=1196804364458115326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/1196804364458115326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/1196804364458115326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SQxvHXWrtdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/SUkvh1U_WBI/s72-c/saramadonnakarla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-1596086392362711641</id><published>2008-10-05T20:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:18:39.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Childish</title><content type='html'>So, after a long weekend at church, one would say I was a little tired tonight.  With being tired also comes irritability, grumpiness, short fuses...you get the picture.  If you know me at all, you know that I wear my heart and my emotions on my sleeve.  Tonight was no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max and I went to one of our favorite local pizza joints to get a bite to eat for dinner.  Sadly enough, there is no food in the house to be had at the moment.  After putting in our order, Max scouted out a semi-private booth for us to enjoy our dinner semi-quietly.  No less than 10 seconds after sitting down, the lovely child behind us starts walking around on the seat of the booth.  Yes, her side of the booth and my side were connected.  Yes, the booth was broken and every time she moved, it would shift like a teeter-totter.  Thus, began the darting looks across the table to Max where I said with my eyes, "Are you serious?"  He quickly asked me if I wanted to switch seats with him (good man that he is).  I decided, I would grin and bear it.  Big mistake.  This went on for another 5 minutes until that family left.  Finally.  A sigh of relief.  We get our pizza and I enjoy the yummy goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around and seeing the restaurant practically empty.  I think to myself that I may possibly make it through the rest of the evening without having another teeter-totter fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cue large group of people walking in the door....loudly.)  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cue family and inconsiderate mother) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cue the teeter-totter).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.  They had the entire restaurant to choose from and they chose to sit in the broken booth directly behind me.  Did I have a sign above my head saying "Annoy Me"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cue eye roll to Max) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cue take home box) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cue me scooting out of the booth and moving around as much as possible, hoping to make her realize how annoying it was.) Childish...yes.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I leave the restaurant, I turn to Max and confess my childish actions.  He turns to me and says, "But I bet it felt pretty great to get her back, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cue us laughing hysterically in the parking lot as we walk away with our pizza)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cue curtain)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays it's just plain ole fun to act like a kid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-1596086392362711641?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/1596086392362711641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=1596086392362711641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/1596086392362711641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/1596086392362711641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/10/feeling-childish.html' title='Feeling Childish'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-4521446723956288876</id><published>2008-08-19T20:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:42:11.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SKtoO4QBOuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NpnNUxM3wlA/s1600-h/sundress+claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236393596575365858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SKtoO4QBOuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NpnNUxM3wlA/s200/sundress+claire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...I'll stop bragging...but not until I post this picture of Claire in her little sundress.  I love these kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-4521446723956288876?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/4521446723956288876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=4521446723956288876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/4521446723956288876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/4521446723956288876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/08/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SKtoO4QBOuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NpnNUxM3wlA/s72-c/sundress+claire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-2733020700999280867</id><published>2008-08-19T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:41:13.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SKtoC2Yh49I/AAAAAAAAAG4/wyQ48AVEt5k/s1600-h/headband+claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236393389915759570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SKtoC2Yh49I/AAAAAAAAAG4/wyQ48AVEt5k/s200/headband+claire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cute outfit from Aunt Sara!  Could she be any cuter...seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-2733020700999280867?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/2733020700999280867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=2733020700999280867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/2733020700999280867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/2733020700999280867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-cute-outfit-from-aunt-sara.html' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SKtoC2Yh49I/AAAAAAAAAG4/wyQ48AVEt5k/s72-c/headband+claire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-8035061708786708775</id><published>2008-08-19T20:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:40:25.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SKtn6TqFS3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/hy_jxjmucDg/s1600-h/big+bear+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236393243155188594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SKtn6TqFS3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/hy_jxjmucDg/s200/big+bear+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are getting too big too fast. I think their bears are shrinking...&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/11479752-8035061708786708775?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/8035061708786708775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=8035061708786708775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/8035061708786708775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/8035061708786708775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/08/they-are-getting-too-big-too-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SKtn6TqFS3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/hy_jxjmucDg/s72-c/big+bear+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-8655265133129098170</id><published>2008-08-19T20:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:38:55.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SKtna1ipkfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gha7yS6DVQc/s1600-h/baby+blue+claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236392702495003122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SKtna1ipkfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gha7yS6DVQc/s200/baby+blue+claire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Claire loves her outfit that Aunt Sara picked out for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-8655265133129098170?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/8655265133129098170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=8655265133129098170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/8655265133129098170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/8655265133129098170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-claire-loves-her-outfit-that-aunt.html' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SKtna1ipkfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gha7yS6DVQc/s72-c/baby+blue+claire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-7957685465688934267</id><published>2008-08-19T20:22:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:37:34.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorable Kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SKtmGqUOAtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eNAnvQKYmjA/s1600-h/cute+smile+carter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236391256372675282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SKtmGqUOAtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eNAnvQKYmjA/s200/cute+smile+carter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't take this kid.  I love his face, his cheeks, his smile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could just eat him up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SKtl5jdhQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sOVHzHZlALQ/s1600-h/headband+claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SKtllEmB6OI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sP77x9f4OXo/s1600-h/cute+siblings.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-7957685465688934267?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/7957685465688934267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=7957685465688934267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/7957685465688934267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/7957685465688934267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/08/adorable-kiddos.html' title='Adorable Kiddos'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SKtmGqUOAtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eNAnvQKYmjA/s72-c/cute+smile+carter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-2057420345579472319</id><published>2008-07-17T21:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:58:18.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OOZED at Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SH_2JxiCZtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vIaDTWfY0VE/s1600-h/OOZED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224164740548421330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SH_2JxiCZtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vIaDTWfY0VE/s200/OOZED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's me getting OOZED at camp this past week.  Our theme this year is "OOZE Cruise" - where we are cruising through Paul's missionary journeys...sailing the "7 Cs".  It is pretty cool.  I had a blast during Week #1.  I thought I would make it the whole week without being OOZED.  It was up to the kids to nominate leaders to be oozed.  Every morning they would get nomination slips and each camper would nominate a leader of their choice.  Then, all the slips went into a bucket.  We would spin the bucket and choose 8 names.  Those 8 names would get 8 different colored hats.  The different colored hats represented the 8 colors on the wheel.  We would spin the wheel and whatever color it landed on was the person who got oozed.  If your name was drawn more than once, then you got multiple hats.  Wednesday at lunch I ended up wearing 5 different hats.  The entire boys dorm ganged up on me and every single boy at the camp voted for me.  Lovely little boogers.  Needless to say, the odds were in my favor and I got OOZED in the OOZINATOR!  It was slimy, chunky &amp;amp; cold.  Yummy!  Pistachio pudding...slightly watered down.  I don't think I'll ever eat pistachio pudding again after this year's camp. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note...15 kids gave their life to Christ by the end of the week!! 10 were baptized at camp and 5 will soon follow at church.  Amazing week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-2057420345579472319?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/2057420345579472319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=2057420345579472319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/2057420345579472319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/2057420345579472319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/07/oozed-at-camp.html' title='OOZED at Camp'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/SH_2JxiCZtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vIaDTWfY0VE/s72-c/OOZED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-6753616945979529758</id><published>2008-07-06T19:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:10:10.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it been 10 years already?</title><content type='html'>So, out of the 3 Mitchell kids...I always voted John "most likely to go to his 10-High School Reunion".  And so far, my calculations are correct.  He was always the social butterfly, involved in every possible extra curricular activity and every sport imaginable.  And somehow he managed to land a date to almost every formal dance during High School - even as a freshman!  Unbelievable.    Matt and I would make fun of him, but deep down, we were just jealous that we weren't as cool.  :)  I made it to 2 dances in all my 4 years of High School.  Senior Homecoming and Senior Prom.  Both dates sucked.  But I wanted to say that I went...so I went.  Oh wait...don't forget the Junior/Senior Reception.  That was was a winner too.  Somebody should have given my date a mint.  Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invitation came a couple months ago.  I read it.  Max asked if we were going.  Thought about it for two seconds and said no.  It really is sad.  All those years of my life and I could only care to speak to a few people from High School.  And those are mostly friends from the youth group.  They were the ones I grew up with and they were the most genuine people I knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it funny to watch "teen movies" now.  They stereotype the "jocks", the "popular girls", the "geeks", and the "band kids" in those movies and although they exaggerate a bit...it is not too far off from real life High School life.  Sad, but true.  You do have the "weirdy-mc-weirdees", the "jerks" and the "mean girls".  I tried to stay under the radar as much as possible, but if you had to label me...I probably was a band kid.  That is where I spent most of my time.  Music was my life and I loved it.  Serves me great in my job now. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is the opposite of me.  He LOVED High School and would go back in a heart beat.  Of course, he was the Captain of the football team, wrestling champ, choir, show choir, clubs, honors, had a date to every dance....wait a second...I'm thinking John and Max are a little too similar! :)  He can't wait for his HS reunion, where as me...I lived vicariously through Ang's pictures on facebook.  I'm pathetic.  I wouldn't know what to say to these people.  In my dream world, I would rent an expensive car, pretend to work a ridiculously awesome career, and get a makeover that day to impress people.  I would flaunt my good-looking husband in front of all my "crushes" who passed me over during my "ugly duckling" phase.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it all comes down to it.  I love my life now.  I love how God has worked through my heart over the years.  He taught me how to work through some tough situations in my HS years.  Friendship.  Loyalty.  Faithfulness.  Heartbreak.  Hurt.  Frustration.  Loneliness.  Worthiness.  Respect for myself.  Direction.  And the list goes on.  I wouldn't trade my life for anything...well, somedays I think about how I could have done things differently, but other than that...I'm pretty happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for those who had a great HS season in their life...like my husband and my brother.  I hope that they can share with me their secrets of making the most of that time in their life.  I'm sure the fact that they were both "ladies men" helped them get through just nicely. :) But to all of you still in HS - enjoy it as much as you can.  Make the most of each opportunity.  Make good friends.  Laugh alot and don't worry about what people think of you.  Stay away from alcohol and drugs.  Get involved in extra curricular activities and find out what where you are gifted.  Study hard and respect your teachers.  And maybe...just maybe....when your 10-year HS reunion invitation comes around, you may think a little longer than 2 seconds before saying no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bitter bug is done now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-6753616945979529758?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/6753616945979529758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=6753616945979529758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/6753616945979529758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/6753616945979529758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/07/has-it-been-10-years-already.html' title='Has it been 10 years already?'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-8790866055798568967</id><published>2008-06-12T08:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:18:08.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer to Debt Free Living</title><content type='html'>Max shared the news with me yesterday that we are one step closer to being out of debt completely!!  This month we will have paid off ALL of our credit card debt!!  I can hardly believe it.  The Lord is blessing our efforts and we just keep "rolling".  Dave Ramsey does know what he is talking about with all that financial stuff!  I must admit it hurt a little to live on a budget at first, but that envelope system has saved my life...or at least my bank account. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep praying for us.  The biggest elephant is ahead - school loans!!  Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-8790866055798568967?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/8790866055798568967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=8790866055798568967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/8790866055798568967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/8790866055798568967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/06/closer-to-debt-free-living.html' title='Closer to Debt Free Living'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-1634568389097020972</id><published>2008-06-11T20:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:33:05.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag I'm It</title><content type='html'>See Madonna...I'm a good friend.  Just horrible at keeping up on the blog. :)  Thanks for giving me a reason to post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Joys:&lt;br /&gt;1- Spending QT with my husband &amp;amp; my friends&lt;br /&gt;2- My nephew, Carter and my new niece, Claire&lt;br /&gt;3- Knowing I am exactly where God wants me right now and ministering in ways I never thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fears:&lt;br /&gt;1- Failure&lt;br /&gt;2- Being left alone and intruders&lt;br /&gt;3- Spiders dangling from the ceiling in the middle of the night above my bed (true story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Goals:&lt;br /&gt;1- To raise a family someday&lt;br /&gt;2- Go on mission trips to Europe, Asia and Africa and make it to Israel someday&lt;br /&gt;3- To go to New York and go to the Today Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Current Obsessions/Collections:&lt;br /&gt;1- Rice Krispy Treats and Barq's Root Beer&lt;br /&gt;2- Getting in shape (I don't think the first obsession helps in this area)&lt;br /&gt;3- Wanting to buy a Toyota RAV4 - they are just too cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Surprising Facts About Me:&lt;br /&gt;1- I can burp with the best of them (although not surprising to those who are around me all the time)&lt;br /&gt;2- I've never broken a bone in my body (now watch...I just jinxed myself)&lt;br /&gt;3- I've watched every episode of Saved By the Bell numerous times and am recently NetFlixing all the seasons to rewatch them again.  I've been able to tell you what each episode is about just by looking at the title of the episodes in the menu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag Your It&lt;br /&gt;1. Loretta&lt;br /&gt;2. Amy&lt;br /&gt;3. Misty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(don't roll your eyes at me...just have fun with it!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-1634568389097020972?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/1634568389097020972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=1634568389097020972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/1634568389097020972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/1634568389097020972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/06/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag I&apos;m It'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-5637646237740405915</id><published>2008-06-02T16:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:49:50.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Girl!!!</title><content type='html'>My brother, Matt and sister-in-law, Melissa just had a baby girl!!  Whoo hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;Claire Elizabeth Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;9lbs. 8oz.&lt;br /&gt;21 inches long&lt;br /&gt;Born at 3:34pm today, June 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and baby are both healthy!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be happier and couldn't be more impatient to see a picture of this beautiful girl!!&lt;br /&gt;I will post as soon as I get one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-5637646237740405915?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/5637646237740405915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=5637646237740405915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/5637646237740405915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/5637646237740405915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a Girl!!!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-8830197883760005640</id><published>2008-05-07T13:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:51:21.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip Home</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since the last update, but I am going back to my roots this weekend for a little break.  Q-town is calling me home for a dear friends wedding.  Much anticipated event.  Been waiting to meet this prince charming since we were kids and I'm thankful my sweet friend was blessed with an amazing man.  I pray God's blessing over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to see family - which is always a plus.  John and Sha celebrated 2 years of marriage yesterday...holy cow!  Has it been that long?  Sha will be performing some serious work on my "doo" Friday.  Been planning to do something I've never done before...go brunette!  Or at least non-blonde for awhile.  Probably will do some 'shaping up' of the hair too.  So I may look like a different person come Friday evening.  Even if you don't like it...please don't say anything.  I will need nothing but positive reinforcement after I get it done.  So any kind of reassurance will be appreciated. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off again for awhile.  See you on the flip side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way...have you checked out our wedding dance on youtube lately?  Seriously.  Over 52,000 hits...unbelievable!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-8830197883760005640?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/8830197883760005640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=8830197883760005640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/8830197883760005640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/8830197883760005640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip-home.html' title='Trip Home'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-4133836832016997895</id><published>2008-03-20T16:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:39:40.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Since I've been pathetic at posting recently, I thought I would give you some highlights of what's been happening in my life and in the lives of people around me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Max has been gone to Israel - the Holy Lands - for the past two weeks.  He is over there for "fun", not Army stuff yet...just in case you were wondering.  He returns tomorrow evening (late), but it will finally be good to have him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mom's ( &amp;amp; grandma's) birthday is today.  I won't tell you how old they are, but I will tell you that time sure flies...but they still don't look their age.  :)  young at heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Chicago Mitchells are doing good and still planning to have a baby in June.  Still don't know if I will have a niece or a nephew, but I'm positive I will love whatever comes out!  They will be heading home to Q-town for Easter, but I won't be...so I will have to settle for seeing them in April when I am in Chi-town for a conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Quincy Mitchells are planning a trip out to see us next weekend.  They will be caravaning out with a group from MPCC for the Easter Pageant which we will all see together Friday evening.  If you haven't checked out the trailor for it, go to &lt;a href="http://www.southeastchristian.com/"&gt;www.southeastchristian.com&lt;/a&gt; and click on Easter Pageant.  We will also be heading to the Creation Museum nearby.  But most of all, I'm just glad they are coming.  I miss their faces and John's laugh for sure.  He is my goofball brother, but I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have I mentioned that we have 6 Easter services this year.  Thankfully, I have a boss that has split our responsibilities for the weekend.  We have a Saturday team &amp;amp; a Sunday team.  I will actually get to just "go to church" on Easter Sunday.  That's pretty remarkable!  Thanks Steve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My friend, Karla, has come out of the land of "typhoid" and into the land of the living again.  It's good to have her back.  She has also inherited a dog for a month or at least a couple weeks.  This may give her the "dog fever" again and inspire her to get her own pup.  Or...it could completely do the opposite.  We will wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My car is on the fritz.  Yep, that's right.  It's paid off...so now it is time to start pouring $ down the drain to keep her fit and trim.  I think there is some kind of ticking time bomb that at 5 years a switch goes off...and your car starts to fall apart.  Anybody with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I've developed allergies.  I now have to take Claritin and Flonase everyday.  Sorry Matt...I never understood your pain.  I hate the Ohio Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We got a new neighbor above us.  I never knew how good we had it before he moved in.  He is a heavy walker.  Good grief...is his name Shrek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. We finally got some sunshine today - PRAISE THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY!  I think I can count the # of sunshine days on one hand that we have had this year.  Truly thankful my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Thankful my buddy Ret got her puppy finally.  Really cute!  Can't wait to meet her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, there are your updates.  Have a blessed Easter weekend!  I will see you on the flip side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-4133836832016997895?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/4133836832016997895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=4133836832016997895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/4133836832016997895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/4133836832016997895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-482099033818225785</id><published>2008-02-29T23:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:58:19.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Gift</title><content type='html'>Talk about an amazing movie!  WOW!  Inspiring.  Emotional.  Entertaining.  Cute.  Heart warming.  Feel good.  Make you cry.  Make you smile.  Highly recommend this movie.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R8jbRT5sVVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WpYJ6D6mA9A/s1600-h/The+Ultimate+Gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172625262481528146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R8jbRT5sVVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WpYJ6D6mA9A/s200/The+Ultimate+Gift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max and I both loved it.  4 thumbs up! :)&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/11479752-482099033818225785?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/482099033818225785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=482099033818225785' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/482099033818225785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/482099033818225785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/02/ultimate-gift.html' title='The Ultimate Gift'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R8jbRT5sVVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WpYJ6D6mA9A/s72-c/The+Ultimate+Gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-1920311272429274622</id><published>2008-01-22T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:58:19.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R5aiFDGyv1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/MxTaYeO8mEk/s1600-h/american+idol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158488630816325458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R5aiFDGyv1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/MxTaYeO8mEk/s200/american+idol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am continually amazed by this show. More so by the people who are on it, really. Some have touching stories. Some have really, well, "interesting" stories. Some are genuine. And I think some are just simply on crack. Few...very few are really talented. But yet I continue to watch this show, almost religiously, to see what people in this world think they have true talent...talent enough to win this competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I really want to know is, who is telling them they actually possess the gift of singing...seriously? I believe in being honest with others and I would hope people would treat me with the same respect. But I love to watch this stinkin show. It is hilarious....well, at least the first few ones are hilarious. Then, after that, I usually just want to see my favs win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some seasons have been better than others.  Hopefully this year will rank high on the list.  But I'll keep watching....as I always do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-1920311272429274622?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/1920311272429274622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=1920311272429274622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/1920311272429274622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/1920311272429274622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/01/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R5aiFDGyv1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/MxTaYeO8mEk/s72-c/american+idol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-1321954287272935795</id><published>2008-01-11T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T11:08:07.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Life...Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>So, we've made it back from our honeymoon and are living it up in our new apartment.  Honeymoon was great and all, but there's something about sleeping in your own bed again that makes life so much better.  Especially after the "ontinental ne" hotel we stayed at in Miami.  :)  We had a great time at Disney in Orlando and then an even better time on our first cruise to the Bahamas!  We enjoyed the warm weather and ALL the fabulous food we could eat.  We also gained a few pounds from all that fabulous food!  But it was worth it!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the cruise, we also WON another cruise!  Believe it or not people...we won it playing BINGO!!  I love that game!  Max had never played before and he rolled his eyes when I asked him if we could go play that afternoon.  He wasn't rolling his eyes after we won though.  He and I were both screaming like little girls as we ran up to the stage.  Hilarious.  What a blessing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we made it back with a new suitcase, new shoes, and a few other souvenirs....and lots of memories.  I will try to post some pictures as soon as I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to all who made our wedding so special by being there.  We will treasure that day in our hearts always!  Be sure to check out our YouTube video of the dance if you haven't seen it already.  Over 1,300 hits already...unbelievable!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-1321954287272935795?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/1321954287272935795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=1321954287272935795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/1321954287272935795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/1321954287272935795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-lifeback-to-reality.html' title='Back to Life...Back to Reality'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-7126550618260883385</id><published>2008-01-02T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:02:44.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post as a Married Woman</title><content type='html'>So, I am finally a married woman!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;And here I am on my honeymoon, stopping to post on the blog.  You would think I would have better things to do!  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max and I thought we would surprise everyone at our wedding reception with choreographing our first dance to a mix CD that our friend D-Zack helped us create.  Our videographer, Carole, already has the whole dance posted for your viewing pleasure on her website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mortonproductions.com/Max_Sara_Semenick.html"&gt;http://www.mortonproductions.com/Max_Sara_Semenick.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out and enjoy!  Hope this link works for you!&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year from the Semenicks (in freezing cold Florida!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-7126550618260883385?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/7126550618260883385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=7126550618260883385' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/7126550618260883385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/7126550618260883385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-post-as-married-woman.html' title='First Post as a Married Woman'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-5299626159818799170</id><published>2007-12-21T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T00:42:54.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I am experiencing a lot of "last" things here lately.  Well, tonight is my last night staying at Karla's house.  We ate our favorite bread sticks together (PJ's parmesan encrusted breadstix), make our favorite cookies together(Christmas cut-out cookies), watched our favorite movie together (Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice) and we smoked cigars together (my first ever).  I promised her a couple months ago that we would smoke cigars my last night in the condo - I really thought she would forget!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's a little sad.  I'll be honest.  This has been my home for the last year and a half and I've enjoyed it immensely.  I've certainly been blessed to get to know this girl a bit better.  We've rubbed off on each other...that's for sure.  She burps now and I'll accidently let out a cuss word every now and then.  Shameful, I know. :)  But, she's rubbed off on me in plenty of other great ways too.  Her faith in God and her walk with Christ have definitely been a testimony to me.  I've watched her go through a pretty tough year and still make it through with a smile and a belly laugh every now and then.  Thankfully, I will still see her everyday at work and won't have to say goodbye forever.  How we worked and lived together the last 18 months and didn't kill each other will always be a mystery to me.  Funny.  Her personality and mine just mix I guess.  It's good to know because her and Max are practically the same person.  This means good things for my future.  If I can live with Karla, surely I can handle Max! haha&lt;br /&gt;Well, we'll see about that!!  10 more days people...10 more days.  This is crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night Karla and good night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-5299626159818799170?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/5299626159818799170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=5299626159818799170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/5299626159818799170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/5299626159818799170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-335064592106301865</id><published>2007-12-19T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T16:48:40.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>So today is my last official day in the office in the year 2007!  AAAHHHH!  It feels great.  Now, I will be at church this weekend with the kiddos, but that part of my job is WAY fun!  Vacation is looking pretty dang good right now.  Everyone needs a break once in awhile.  I'm just glad that mine gets to be like 18 days!  What a dream:)  It feels good to be 12 days away from getting married and even less than that til Christmas!  All this excitement...I can barely contain myself!  YIPPEE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-335064592106301865?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/335064592106301865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=335064592106301865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/335064592106301865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/335064592106301865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-6887209090165265458</id><published>2007-12-12T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:51:35.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>White Elephant Gifts</title><content type='html'>We had a great time at our Team Christmas Party at PF Changs yesterday.  This is our third year that we have had our Christmas lunch there.  We all eat yummy food and then we exchange gifts with each other, and the final activity is when Steve buys a variety of $20 gifts and allows us to choose which one we want.  They are all wrapped up and one at a time we pick one and open it.  The next person decides if they want our gift or if they want to open a new one.  It goes around the circle and we all end up stealing others gifts and having a good time.  Well, this year I ended up with the &lt;strong&gt;Back to the Future Trilogy&lt;/strong&gt;!!!  Those are my favorite movies EVER!!  It was the first present to be opened and I guaranteed myself that I would steal that gift fair and square.  haha!  And I did!!  I walked out with the best white elephant gift of my whole life.  Sorry Jim. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be having a Michael J. Fox marathon at my house very soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-6887209090165265458?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/6887209090165265458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=6887209090165265458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/6887209090165265458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/6887209090165265458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/12/white-elephant-gifts.html' title='White Elephant Gifts'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-857289753006856532</id><published>2007-12-10T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T10:20:30.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous</title><content type='html'>You know what annoys the snot out of me...&lt;br /&gt;People who leave obnoxious comments on your blog and then don't have the courage to leave their name.  Then I have to go to the trouble of deleting your comment and then wonder who saw the comment before I deleted it.  Thanks a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-857289753006856532?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/857289753006856532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=857289753006856532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/857289753006856532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/857289753006856532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/12/anonymous.html' title='Anonymous'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-4959677727245209422</id><published>2007-12-01T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:11:53.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Believe It?</title><content type='html'>So it is 5 minutes past midnight and I just saw that the blingy blob has crossed the final threshold.  We are down to "00" months people!  Wow.  This is real isn't it!  We had our last pre-marital session the other night and got the "ok" to get married. :)  I just had my last shower tonight - which was AWESOME by the way.  We laughed harder and louder than I've ever laughed before.  Gosh, I love my friends.  I am so blessed.  Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is ticking.  Thankful for that.  The closer we get...the more real it becomes.  Sara Semenick.  Better get used to that, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night world.  It's been a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-4959677727245209422?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/4959677727245209422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=4959677727245209422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/4959677727245209422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/4959677727245209422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/12/can-you-believe-it.html' title='Can You Believe It?'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-2432663669377713104</id><published>2007-11-26T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:38:20.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;sanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the quality or state of being sane; especially : soundness or health of mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I feel  in recent days that I have fallen pretty short of being what the dictionary calls "sane" at times.  I feel like my world is spinning around faster than I can handle and I can't do anything to slow it down.  I want so badly to enjoy this time of my life...my engagement...getting ready for this wedding...friends and family showering their love on us.  I know I will never be able to rewind and come back to this time period.  I just fear I am letting the stress of work, relationships and this big event steal my joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying so hard to not let the little things overwhelm me.  I'm trying so hard to delegate and let other people help me.  That's a hard one to swallow.  I can do it all...can't I? I've always done it all myself.  Surely I can make this happen.  I can work long hours and get the job done.  I can plan this wedding and keep everyone in the loop.  I can organize this whole event...no problem!  Max and I - we keep truckin along.  I can keep a smile on my face everyday and keep my cool when times are tough.  I can "change my bracelet" only a couple times a day and be good.  I can balance the world.  That is...until it all comes crumbling down and I have another meltdown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm here to say...I refuse to let my joy be taken away from me!!  I refuse to be controlled by meltdowns and emotional outbreaks.  Oh people, if you are reading this...pray for me PLEASE!!  I need so desperately to feel sane and not to feel like I am spiraling downward.  5 weeks from tonight, I will be married and dancing the night away.  I can't wait for that day when I will finally be someone's wife.  I am loved by the most amazing man in the world and I couldn't be more blessed.  He is incredible.  I am so ready to commit my life to him before God and all of our family and friends.  So let's get rid of the stress and hurry this night along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for anyone who has crossed the path where I've been throwing rocks.  By no means have I meant to hurt anyone.  Thank you in advance for the grace that you have shown me.  I appreciate it more than you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I say to myself..."Just breathe, Sara, just breathe."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-2432663669377713104?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/2432663669377713104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=2432663669377713104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/2432663669377713104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/2432663669377713104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/11/sanity.html' title='Sanity'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-2024738359089023898</id><published>2007-11-08T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:19:09.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Home Makeover in Louisville</title><content type='html'>That's right my blogging friends...&lt;br /&gt;TY PENNINGTON is in town!!  Planning to go over and see him...I mean the house...sometime in the next week:)  The big "MOVE THAT BUS" part is on Wednesday at 2:00pm.  I want to be there.  I love that show.  To be honest, I love Ty...who doesn't!  Anyways...have fun being jealous. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-2024738359089023898?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/2024738359089023898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=2024738359089023898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/2024738359089023898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/2024738359089023898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/11/extreme-home-makeover-in-louisville.html' title='Extreme Home Makeover in Louisville'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-8670154117814255565</id><published>2007-11-04T17:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T17:42:52.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Week</title><content type='html'>1. Moved Max into our new apartment.&lt;br /&gt;2. Painted the new apartment in 3 lovely shades: coffee, coffee bean and bangkok rust (gorgeous - thanks for your help Becky with the picking of the colors...and thanks to our friends for their help with the painting.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Picked up our new (slightly used) washer and dryer from Frankfort and got it hooked up.&lt;br /&gt;4. Picked up our new (brand new) furniture from Ashley Furniture (looks great if I say so myself). &lt;br /&gt;5. Auditioned for the Easter Pageant and conquered my fear.  Proud of myself for trying something new.&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to a new doctor to get help with my spine issues.  (Huge blessing...he is amazing!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Invitations went out for the wedding.  Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough for one week...don't ya think? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-8670154117814255565?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/8670154117814255565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=8670154117814255565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/8670154117814255565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/8670154117814255565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-week.html' title='Big Week'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-3142832126186307</id><published>2007-10-18T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T20:17:34.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;So a tornado just passed through Louisville.  I watched the storm front come in - dark skies and all.  I drove to Max's house listening to the tornado sirens going off.  Closest I've ever been to a huge storm like this and if you know me at all...you know I am loving every minute of it.  I have been outside watching the clouds swirl and get gloomier.  Saw a couple spike, but nothing too scary.  We've got the bathroom ready with blankets, candles and a mattress for protection.  Right now we have a break between storms, so we are going to eat some shells and cheese.  Yummy!  I'll keep you posted if there are any more life threatening situations tonight.  Gotta a couple other nasty ones coming our way.  I was born to be a storm chaser!  Seriously folks...this is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-3142832126186307?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/3142832126186307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=3142832126186307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/3142832126186307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/3142832126186307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-close.html' title='So Close'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-2793944003665770440</id><published>2007-10-10T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T09:49:49.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu Shots</title><content type='html'>Got mine today.  Have you gotten yours?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten the flu in years....seriously can't remember the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch, I'll get it this year just for saying that!  :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Flu Season!  Stay Healthy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-2793944003665770440?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/2793944003665770440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=2793944003665770440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/2793944003665770440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/2793944003665770440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/10/flu-shots.html' title='Flu Shots'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-2667805896644497412</id><published>2007-09-26T10:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T10:38:18.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait</title><content type='html'>Our Saturday morning group has been going through Andy Stanley's bible study "Discovering God's Will".  It's a good one.  This poem reflects a little of that.  It is by Russell Kelfer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT&lt;br /&gt;Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried.&lt;br /&gt;Quietly, patiently, lovingly, He replied.&lt;br /&gt;I pleaded, and I wept for a clue to my fate,&lt;br /&gt;And the Master so gently said, "Child you must wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait? You Say Wait?" my indignant reply.&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why.&lt;br /&gt;Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?&lt;br /&gt;By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My future, and all to which I can relate&lt;br /&gt;Hangs in the balance, and you tell me, 'wait'?&lt;br /&gt;I'm needing a 'yes,' a go-ahead sign,&lt;br /&gt;Or even a 'no,' to which I can resign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lord, you have promised that if we believe,&lt;br /&gt;We need but to ask, and we shall receive.&lt;br /&gt;And Lord I've been asking, and this is my cry:&lt;br /&gt;I'm weary of asking: I need a reply!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate&lt;br /&gt;As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."&lt;br /&gt;So I slumped in my chair; defeated and taut&lt;br /&gt;And grumbled to God; "So I'm waiting, for what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed then to kneel and His eyes met with mine&lt;br /&gt;And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.&lt;br /&gt;I could shake the heavens, darken the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Raise the dead, cause the mountains to run."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you see I could give, and pleased you would be.&lt;br /&gt;You would have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the power that I give to the faint."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not learn to trust, just by knowing I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the joy of resting in Me,&lt;br /&gt;When darkness and silence was all you could see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would never experience that fullness of love&lt;br /&gt;As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove.&lt;br /&gt;You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,&lt;br /&gt;But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glow of My comfort late in the night;&lt;br /&gt;The faith that I give when you walk without sight;&lt;br /&gt;The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask&lt;br /&gt;From an infinite God who makes what you have last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you never would know, should your pain quickly flee,&lt;br /&gt;What it means that 'My grace is sufficient for thee.'&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your dreams for that loved one o'ernight could come true,&lt;br /&gt;But the loss! if you lost what I'm doing in you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be silent, my child, and in time you will see&lt;br /&gt;That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.&lt;br /&gt;And though oft' my My answers seem terribly late,&lt;br /&gt;My most precious answer of all... is still... wait."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-2667805896644497412?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/2667805896644497412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=2667805896644497412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/2667805896644497412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/2667805896644497412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/09/wait.html' title='Wait'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-3183821855906253771</id><published>2007-09-16T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:53:00.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting older...and hopefully a little wiser</title><content type='html'>My birthday is at the end of the month - the last day of the month to be exact!  Just in case you were wondering:)  It's not really hitting me too hard this year that I am turning 27.  I've basically been telling people that I'm already 27 just to get myself into the swing of things.  It's really no biggie.  I like getting older...I learn more about myself, about life, about others, about my job, about relationships...it's crazy what you can learn as the days fly by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny when we are young, in elementary school, in middle school, in high school....we think we know everything.  We think we can stay up late when mom tells us to go to bed at 8:00, then when we do stay up late...we are exhausted and cranky in the morning.  Guess she did know what she was talking about afterall!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've made some good choices in my life...and some bad ones, but I've learned lessons from them all.  God is good like that.  He can't keep us from making those bad choices, but He can be there to pick us up when we fall, brush off the dirt from our knees and help bandage our wounds.  I've enjoyed looking back to see how He has helped me up in the past, how He has led me on this journey called life, and I'm anxious to see the turns, hills and even the bumps that lie ahead.  I know He is faithful to lead me through every situation, but it is up to me to surrender every day to Him and to follow Him faithfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 27...bring it on! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-3183821855906253771?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/3183821855906253771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=3183821855906253771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/3183821855906253771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/3183821855906253771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/09/getting-olderand-hopefully-little-wiser.html' title='Getting older...and hopefully a little wiser'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-4540174980729099268</id><published>2007-08-28T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T17:36:26.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So close I can smell it...</title><content type='html'>I leave in approximately 41 hours for my hometown!!  But who's counting?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I've ever looked so forward to a trip before.  It's gonna be good.  I can feel it.  With so many good people to see...how could it not be awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note...my friend "Betty" and I are the CORN HOLE Champions of the SECC Staff!  It was a tough tournament today, but we came through and beat the snot out of our boss and co-worker in the final round!  Sweet victory! :)  The game of corn hole simply rules.  You must try it sometime.  later taters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-4540174980729099268?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/4540174980729099268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=4540174980729099268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/4540174980729099268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/4540174980729099268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-close-i-can-smell-it.html' title='So close I can smell it...'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-8471435517478253821</id><published>2007-08-19T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:42:55.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Q-town</title><content type='html'>11 days and I'll be home!&lt;br /&gt;It's the long awaited trip home.  Seeing as my visits home seem very few and far between these days, I cherish every trip I can take.  I really don't like being this far from home, but I'm not about to quit my job just because I am homesick!  ;)  hehe (some people know what I'm talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 List of Things I am looking forward to in Q-town:&lt;br /&gt;10. Rolling down the windows on the way into town just to smell the air.&lt;br /&gt;9. Getting my hair cut by the fabulous Sha and getting an opportunity to catch up on her life!&lt;br /&gt;8. Wedding appointments: flowers, photos, music, dress fitting...&lt;br /&gt;7. Going to church with my family and not having to work:)&lt;br /&gt;6. Teasing Matt that he was demoted to usher and that John is now Best Man! :)&lt;br /&gt;5. Seeing parents, brothers/sisters, family &amp; dear friends...and all the hugs we'll get from them!&lt;br /&gt;4. CARTERMAN!!!!  That little booger is almost a year old now:)&lt;br /&gt;3. Max and I beating everyone at the water balloon toss at the Reunionfest 2007!&lt;br /&gt;2. THE SHOWERS!!!  Whoohoo:)&lt;br /&gt;1. TIME OFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!  See you next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-8471435517478253821?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/8471435517478253821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=8471435517478253821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/8471435517478253821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/8471435517478253821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/08/countdown-to-q-town.html' title='Countdown to Q-town'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-8545689174002329614</id><published>2007-08-09T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:41:27.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I just don't think that I can take any more change this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, one of my good friends on our team resigns Monday and tells us he is moving to another team at the church.  It's a good thing for him, but you can't help but be selfish and realize our team will suffer from the loss.  That's just my opinion.  It will take me awhile to be "okay" with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, we had an all-staff meeting called on Wednesday morning.  Another "re-org" for our entire staff.  It generally happens every 18 months at this church.  This one aligns us with Dave's vision - it makes sense.  It's just another change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, our senior administrator, the awesome DW, resigned and is moving away.  It saddens me.  We are losing a great leader and friend...yes.  But I'm more sad that my roomate will be watching her best friends and her "kiddos" move away.  They are her family.  Praying she doesn't move away with them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much change.  I'm in overload.  I know God is still sovereign.  Just not able to see the final picture yet.  Doubt He will give me all the answers.  Eh...guess I will have to be okay with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-8545689174002329614?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/8545689174002329614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=8545689174002329614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/8545689174002329614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/8545689174002329614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/08/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-3603422407499724756</id><published>2007-08-02T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:11:53.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Possible?</title><content type='html'>By the looks of the countdown above...the day is approaching faster than I thought. The first number is what scares me - 4 months!!! Yikes Bikes! Still so much to do. I hadn't looked at my blog for over a week because of camp and before I left, the first number was sitting safely at #5. Now all of the sudden we've breached the next level and a new sense of panic has set in. But who can stop time? Well, God can stop time, but I'm pretty sure if I asked him to, He would chuckle a bit and give me that look that says "I don't think so". He did it for Joshua...come on now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding though. I wish the countdown said 4 days instead of 4 months. I'm ready to be married to this man. I've finally found the love of my life and this whole planning stuff is getting old. I've planned enough. I got the man. I got the dress. I got the ring. I got the preacher. I got the music woman. The essentials in my opinion. What else do ya need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max and I are excited though. We are close to snagging an apartment that we both really like and for us...that is HUGE! We were offered a washer and dryer combo worth $1,200 for free - just because someone wanted to bless us. Thank you God! We begin our pre-marital counseling next week with a great guy on staff. Looking forward to see what advice he has to offer. This relationship stuff is fun, but I wouldn't want to take this marriage thing on with anyone else. It really helps that I love this man more than life itself. Cause somedays it's not that easy. We are two different people, with different personalities and different opinions...it can cause friction. But, we work things out, ask for forgiveness and move on. Ain't love grand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that camp is done and I'm back to reality, I'll try to write more frequently. Reality without rest time and pool time...yuck! I want to go back:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-3603422407499724756?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/3603422407499724756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=3603422407499724756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/3603422407499724756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/3603422407499724756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/08/is-it-possible.html' title='Is it Possible?'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-4709059601256878504</id><published>2007-07-28T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:42:52.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Hanging in There</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to let everyone know that I am still alive. My apologies for those who check my blog everyday and have been left hanging for months....Max. I really didn't think my life was that interesting:) The last two weeks I've been at camp with 3rd-5th graders and having a blast. We have decision counseled around a dozen kids who have made decisions for Christ - how awesome! I love this job! Plus, we get to spend the afternoon lounging around at the pool talking to kids. Come on now people...who wouldn't LOVE camp? One more week, and then we're off and running planning for Fall Kick-Off. Lord help us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding plans are coming along just nicely. Invitations are printed and ready to go. Showers have been planned in Quincy - yippee! Registries are complete. Top four picks: Lowes, Pampered Chef, Bed Bath &amp; Beyond, and good ole Wal-Mart. Quincy really needs to get a Target! :) Engagement pics have been ordered - props to Laura! They were incredible. Looking forward to the wedding pics. Thankful also for a mom that is willing to be the wedding planner. Couldn't do it without her...seriously. She is amazing and I'm pretty sure she is loving every minute of it. Except having to wait on us to get her our finalized guest lists...they're coming, i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random sighting...&lt;br /&gt;Ran into Gil and Angie in Cincinnati. Max and I drove to CCU to turn in one of his papers. As we were getting out of our car, a tall, bald fellow came strolling up the road. I told Max that he looked alot like Gil.  Come to find out he and Ang were both there with the kiddos. Got to see Carterman and got to meet Brynn for the first time. She's a doll and had just learned how to spit. :) It was too cute, I couldn't help but laugh. Anyways...hadn't seen Ang since the John and Shawna wedding, so it was REALLY good to see her and the fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for tonight. Must get to bed and get some rest before camp. Lata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-4709059601256878504?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/4709059601256878504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=4709059601256878504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/4709059601256878504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/4709059601256878504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/07/still-hanging-in-there.html' title='Still Hanging in There'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-6434531171228262223</id><published>2007-06-06T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:19:28.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check List</title><content type='html'>Suits, invitations, and the beginning of registries...&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple more things to cross off the list.  God has been doing some crazy cool things for us in helping plan this wedding and the marriage after.  We have had alot of things fall into place.  Feeling blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-6434531171228262223?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/6434531171228262223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=6434531171228262223' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/6434531171228262223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/6434531171228262223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/06/check-list.html' title='Check List'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-4925606293772057480</id><published>2007-04-29T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:58:23.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...Family...same thing to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUQMb3dK5I/AAAAAAAAACs/wLl_VnhI2gI/s1600-h/DSCN0632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058967562245450642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUQMb3dK5I/AAAAAAAAACs/wLl_VnhI2gI/s200/DSCN0632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best buddies...Monte &amp; Amy&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUM1r3dKtI/AAAAAAAAABM/PvcWJbEn248/s1600-h/DSCN0631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058963872868543186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUM1r3dKtI/AAAAAAAAABM/PvcWJbEn248/s200/DSCN0631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUOVb3dK2I/AAAAAAAAACU/SloRm1WnV4A/s1600-h/DSCN0676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058965517841017698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUOVb3dK2I/AAAAAAAAACU/SloRm1WnV4A/s200/DSCN0676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma and Carterman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUTjb3dK6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ovYPuNb21mY/s1600-h/DSCN0650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058971255917325218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUTjb3dK6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ovYPuNb21mY/s200/DSCN0650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUOVb3dK2I/AAAAAAAAACU/SloRm1WnV4A/s1600-h/DSCN0676.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on a year...Johnny &amp; Sha. Came out to visit us in Louisville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUOAL3dK0I/AAAAAAAAACE/D1viTCH5NLo/s1600-h/DSCN0686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058965152768797506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUOAL3dK0I/AAAAAAAAACE/D1viTCH5NLo/s200/DSCN0686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls...Missy, Melissa &amp; Jane&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUNrL3dKzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ocejUN1zGpc/s1600-h/DSCN0640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058964791991544626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUNrL3dKzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ocejUN1zGpc/s200/DSCN0640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend...&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUO1r3dK4I/AAAAAAAAACk/fWEsPDMN1xI/s1600-h/DSCN0711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058966071891798914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUO1r3dK4I/AAAAAAAAACk/fWEsPDMN1xI/s200/DSCN0711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good buddies...Kevin &amp; Madonna&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUNbb3dKxI/AAAAAAAAABs/YI6D1VxN4YA/s1600-h/DSCN0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058964521408604946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUNbb3dKxI/AAAAAAAAABs/YI6D1VxN4YA/s200/DSCN0636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary! John &amp; Becky&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUOm73dK3I/AAAAAAAAACc/hn1gARq9MrY/s1600-h/DSCN0700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058965818488728434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUOm73dK3I/AAAAAAAAACc/hn1gARq9MrY/s200/DSCN0700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy's Fun Girl Night!&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUNQb3dKwI/AAAAAAAAABk/FDBm6GBULRI/s1600-h/DSCN0629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058964332430043906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUNQb3dKwI/AAAAAAAAABk/FDBm6GBULRI/s200/DSCN0629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long lost friend...Ricki!&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUNIL3dKvI/AAAAAAAAABc/Zv28OVVSxjs/s1600-h/DSCN0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058964190696123122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUNIL3dKvI/AAAAAAAAABc/Zv28OVVSxjs/s200/DSCN0619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Roomie Friend...Kark&lt;br /&gt;Valentines' Day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUM-r3dKuI/AAAAAAAAABU/FUviL3Avixs/s1600-h/DSCN0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058964027487365858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUM-r3dKuI/AAAAAAAAABU/FUviL3Avixs/s200/DSCN0618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve, Karla, Nevan &amp; me...having way too much fun in the office.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUNi73dKyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UhqS9JEoFU8/s1600-h/DSCN0639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058964650257623842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUNi73dKyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UhqS9JEoFU8/s200/DSCN0639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John O &amp;amp; Karla...up to no good!&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-4925606293772057480?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/4925606293772057480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=4925606293772057480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/4925606293772057480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/4925606293772057480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/04/friendsfamilysame-thing-to-me.html' title='Friends...Family...same thing to me!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RjUQMb3dK5I/AAAAAAAAACs/wLl_VnhI2gI/s72-c/DSCN0632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-7243049340687455450</id><published>2007-04-22T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:58:25.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Indiana University</title><content type='html'>Max and I took a trip to his college town of Bloomington, IN. "Hoosier Land" he so affectionately calls it. Beautiful scenic route. Quaint little surrounding towns. Nice place to visit. Beauitful campus. Great people. Look and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/Rivoz80BIfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BWiMjyw04mc/s1600-h/DSCN0722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056390985848791538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/Rivoz80BIfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BWiMjyw04mc/s200/DSCN0722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max and I at the Steak n Shake where he spent many nights with his fraternity brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RivnEs0BIcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gcjJmaWybYg/s1600-h/DSCN0724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056389074588344770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RivnEs0BIcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gcjJmaWybYg/s200/DSCN0724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoosier Stadium!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/Rivnms0BIdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3VLJshG6CUI/s1600-h/DSCN0726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056389658703897042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/Rivnms0BIdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3VLJshG6CUI/s200/DSCN0726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bowling alley where Max recommitted his life to Christ...how cool!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RivoIM0BIeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vqn9zscjEsw/s1600-h/DSCN0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056390234229514722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RivoIM0BIeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vqn9zscjEsw/s200/DSCN0729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View of the campus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RivpR80BIgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7xb5e3K_EcU/s1600-h/DSCN0737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056391501244867074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RivpR80BIgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7xb5e3K_EcU/s200/DSCN0737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max's friend/mentor, Brandon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey ladies....he's single and he has a job!!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RivppM0BIhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zeDeDkakV4k/s1600-h/DSCN0739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056391900676825618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RivppM0BIhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zeDeDkakV4k/s200/DSCN0739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The SubWay store that made headlines when the famous Jared lost all his weight. I had to take a picture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/RivppM0BIhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zeDeDkakV4k/s1600-h/DSCN0739.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-7243049340687455450?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/7243049340687455450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=7243049340687455450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/7243049340687455450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/7243049340687455450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/04/trip-to-indiana-university.html' title='Trip to Indiana University'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/Rivoz80BIfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BWiMjyw04mc/s72-c/DSCN0722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-4829981029587265986</id><published>2007-04-02T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:19:33.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Solved...I Hope!</title><content type='html'>Ya know, after 10 months of pain and dropping a few hundred $ on doctor bills...I am finally glad to have some kind of answer as to what has been causing my chronic back pain.  Seriously folks!  It took going to a surgeon and having an MRI done to figure out that 1) I'm not crazy!  2) I don't need surgery (Praise the Lord!) and 3) that the underlying cause is that the involuntary muscle in the deep abdominal region hasn't been working right.  It and my brain haven't been "talking to each other" for almost a year now.  Who da thunk? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this muscle wraps around my spine and protects it.  So when you bend over to pick up something heavy, like a laundry basket or something, it automatically contracts, helping to protect your spine from injury.  Well, somewhere back in June of last year, I injured myself and my brain stopped sending signals to this muscle.  Hence the reason my lower back and hip area have been out of whack.  That particular muscle isn't doing its job.  It isn't strong enough to hold my spine in place and so my lower lumbar have been having a party, dancing all over the place.   In turn, knocking everything else out of whack! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 months ago, I begin going to the chiropractor.  5 months ago, I begin intensive therapy with the doctor.  A month ago, I give up on the intensive therapy - it's not working.  I schedule an appointment with a surgeon.  Two weeks ago, I'm ready to hear the news that I need to have surgery and have hit a low point.  A week ago, I go to get an MRI.  The next day, I hear I don't have to have surgery, but I need to go to physical therapy.  Today, I go to physical therapy and meet Janelle.  Janelle tells me exactly what we are going to do to fix the problem.  Today, I've hit a high point and am thanking GOD right and left for answered prayers and have a renewed hope that I will get through this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it friends.  Mystery solved...hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to all of you who have prayed over this situation.  It has meant the world to me.  Please keep praying...this ain't over yet!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Thank you Max...I think our miracle is in the works!  I love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-4829981029587265986?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/4829981029587265986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=4829981029587265986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/4829981029587265986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/4829981029587265986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/04/mystery-solvedi-hope.html' title='Mystery Solved...I Hope!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-1158085159314132998</id><published>2007-03-12T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:47:48.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Missing Piece...The Dress</title><content type='html'>I think I am one of the lucky bride-to-be's. I hear horror stories of women not being able to find the dress they want at the right price and they search for months and months. I don't know if it ever crossed my mind that I'd have trouble finding it. I was just anxious to get started. And I think my real fear was that I was going to fall in love with a dress that I couldn't afford. But, I found it and in less than 2 hours of searching...how bout them apples!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Shawna finally came into town this weekend. (I told mom I would wait for her to try on dresses...and after a month of having this ring on my finger, I was ready to go!!) We headed out shopping with my good (and honest) buddies Karla and Becky. There was one particular dress that I wanted to try on, and so it was first. It was pretty, but I knew I needed to try others on. So the girls went to work...sifting through racks and racks of dresses. We eventually got this assembly line thing working pretty nicely and I was making some good time. &lt;em&gt;It helps, ladies, when they are zip-up and not lace-up. One lace-up dress and I was done with that "style". Another tip...don't EVER go wedding dress shopping on a Saturday!! If you have ever seen the FRIENDS episode where Monica goes to find her wedding dress...you'll get the idea why it was a mistake!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Jessica (our DB consultant) asked if I had tried on a certain dress and my girls said I hadn't yet. She went to &lt;strong&gt;the back&lt;/strong&gt; and pulled out some dresses for me to try on. She said this particular dress was her favorite in the whole store. So I gave it a whirl. Mom zipped me up and I walked out. At this moment in time, everything began moving in slow motion and the heavens opened up and the angels began singing. All eyes looked my way and the other brides in the room turned a nasty color of green. My girls and I, well, we just smiled at each other and shed some tears. Up until this moment, no dress had gotten "The WOW Factor Stamp of Approval". But friends, this one definitely did. I have never felt so beautiful. I wish I could describe the dress to you all and even show a picture, BUT my honey reads this blog and we can't go givin away details...now can we! Guess you will have to see it when I wear it:) &lt;em&gt;(or just come find me and I'll show you pictures!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-1158085159314132998?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/1158085159314132998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=1158085159314132998' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/1158085159314132998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/1158085159314132998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/03/missing-piecethe-dress.html' title='The Missing Piece...The Dress'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-117215778973183799</id><published>2007-02-22T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:23:09.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Will Say the Darndest Things...</title><content type='html'>This funny comment happened last night at our Jr. Vocal Team Rehearsal...&lt;br /&gt;Setting up the Story:&lt;br /&gt;The older kids just found out that I was engaged.  Some were singing the "bridal chorus", some were screaming, and others wanted to see the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Let me see your ring Miss Sara!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay (and I put my hand out very proudly)&lt;br /&gt;Her: Wow!?!  It's &lt;strong&gt;actually&lt;/strong&gt; really pretty. &lt;em&gt;(completely stunned &amp; surprised)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(but in my mind I was thinking...WHAT??  Are ya kidding me?  Did ya think it would be ugly or something??)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on now honey! :) &lt;br /&gt;Crack me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-117215778973183799?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/117215778973183799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=117215778973183799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/117215778973183799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/117215778973183799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/02/kids-will-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids Will Say the Darndest Things...'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-117099029060464511</id><published>2007-02-08T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T23:09:55.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!!!</title><content type='html'>As of 8:25pm Tuesday evening, I am officially engaged! That's right, you heard correctly...it's true! After 26 years of praying and wishing and hoping and watching too many chick flicks, I finally have found the love of my life and his name is Max. Here's how it went down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00pm - I get a call from the receptionist at work telling me I have a delivery downstairs. I told her that I would be down in a little bit to pick it up. Thankfully, I didn't wait too long to leave work that day, because when I went to the front desk to pick it up, there was a note accompanied by a single red rose telling me that I needed to be home by 5:30 tonight. (Note that Max is supposed to be in class at CCU - I'm not expecting him in Louisville until the next night). So, needless to say - he surprised me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30pm - I arrive at home and little by little, I collect 11 other roses with similar notes, telling me to get ready for a big night. He has prepared an anniversary celebration for us and I am giddy to say the least. The last note said that I needed to be ready by 7:00 and that a car and a driver would be there to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:45-7:00 - Panic set in. I rushed to the shower smiling from ear to ear. Mind racing through the closet of clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 - Sitting on the couch in anticipation, awaiting my chariot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 - Still sitting on the couch awaiting my chariot. Wondering what is going on and why I'm still sitting at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:35 - Chariot arrives. Scott, Max's fraternity brother gets out of the car and comes to the door. Oops, he got lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45 - Still driving. Scott got lost again and I am now 45 minutes late to my final destination. Max is wondering if I'm coming at all. He figures that I found out what he was planning to do and decided not to come. I finally arrive at Ruth's Chris Steakhouse (one of the finest restaurants in Louisville). I'm impressed. Max is sitting and anxiously awaiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:50 - Our food comes and Max informs me that unfortunately, we have to eat fast because he has other plans for the evening. Our server dishes out our amazingly juicy and mouth-watering steak - honestly the best steak you'll ever have in your life. Mmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:20 - Our meal wraps up and Max decides he wants a picture of us all dressed up. He asks the server, Justin, to take our picture and he agrees. We walk over to the windows where you can see the skyline of Louisville - amazing. Max won't turn and face the camera, he just keeps whispering sweet words in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:25 - I hear the words..."I Love You" for the first time! He gets down on one knee. I stumble a bit and he catches me on his way down (embarassing, but memorable). He tells me that he wants to spend the rest of his life with me and then he asked me to marry him! I bent down, kissed him, then told him...YES!! He puts the bling bling ring on my finger and the rest is history. He shouts out for the restaurant to hear "SHE SAID YES!!" Everyone cheers and we head out to the chariot again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 - We arrive at Buffalo Wild Wings where some of our family and friends were waiting to surprise us. We had a little engagement party and it was a ton of fun! Here are a couple pictures from the evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6146/933/1600/368377/The%20Happy%20Couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6146/933/320/465026/The%20Happy%20Couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6146/933/1600/795400/The%20Ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6146/933/320/767965/The%20Ring.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Day is set to be December 31, 2007!  That's right...it's gonna be a New Years Eve Bash.  It will take place in Illinois and I can't wait!  Yippee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-117099029060464511?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/117099029060464511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=117099029060464511' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/117099029060464511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/117099029060464511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!!!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-116796931107245030</id><published>2007-01-04T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:55:11.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Space Revolution</title><content type='html'>So I went on "My Space" for the first time the other night.  Seeing as how I don't have access to it at my office, I've never had the opportunity to browse my friends' pages.  In checking this whole new world out, I came to the sudden realization that I am totally behind the times with this whole "Blogging" thing.   But what's new...I'm always behind in the "trendy" area.  What saddened me most was to see all of my "Blogging" friends who had "My Space" accounts.  They were all linked together and commenting on each other's pages...I felt so left out.  :)  Like the reject in the corner at a cool kids party!  I've been wondering why people weren't updating their blogs....well...now I know the truth!  I've been betrayed by My Space.  I get it...you all are too cool for the Blog now.  :)  Guess I need to succumb to peer pressure and get myself hooked up with a My Space account, huh?  The question is...am I cool enough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-116796931107245030?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/116796931107245030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=116796931107245030' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/116796931107245030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/116796931107245030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-space-revolution.html' title='My Space Revolution'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-116778861254749311</id><published>2007-01-02T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:43:32.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Holiday Season to Remember</title><content type='html'>Holiday Season 2007 was pretty phenomenal. I was able to go home and spend Christmas with my entire family, which hasn't happened in awhile. Plus, we had the addition of Mr. Carter, who is pretty dang cute. Max was able to make the trip with me and thus, we spent our first Christmas together and made some nice memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up is fun ya know. You realize how cool your parents really are! My parents are leaving a legacy. They continue to teach me many things, even though I don't live under the same roof anymore. Things they taught me years ago are remaining in my heart and mind and helping me through some important decision making processes. I love them. I love that they led me to fall in love with God. I love my family. I love my friends. Thanks to all who made this holiday &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6146/933/1600/870083/DSCN0518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6146/933/320/606030/DSCN0518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;season amazing... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6146/933/1600/767829/DSCN0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6146/933/320/371192/DSCN0387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6146/933/1600/841743/DSCN0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6146/933/320/51697/DSCN0467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6146/933/1600/412055/DSCN0466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6146/933/320/947791/DSCN0466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6146/933/1600/932679/DSCN0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6146/933/320/953987/DSCN0425.jpg" 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/11479752-116778861254749311?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/116778861254749311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=116778861254749311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/116778861254749311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/116778861254749311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2007/01/holiday-season-to-remember.html' title='A Holiday Season to Remember'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-116390062685025583</id><published>2006-11-18T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T20:46:18.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss These Faces...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/DSCN0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/200/DSCN0328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/DSCN0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/200/DSCN0331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/DSCN0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/200/DSCN0296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/DSCN0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/200/DSCN0274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/DSCN0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/200/DSCN0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/DSCN0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/200/DSCN0299.jpg" 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/11479752-116390062685025583?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/116390062685025583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=116390062685025583' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/116390062685025583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/116390062685025583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-miss-these-faces.html' title='I Miss These Faces...'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-116284120780881205</id><published>2006-11-06T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:26:47.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Kid is Too Cute...I Can't Take It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/CarterJohn011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/200/CarterJohn011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/CarterJohn021.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/200/CarterJohn021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/CarterJohn010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/200/CarterJohn010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/CarterJohn017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/200/CarterJohn017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/CarterJohn001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/200/CarterJohn001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/CarterJohn023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/200/CarterJohn023.jpg" 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/11479752-116284120780881205?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/116284120780881205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=116284120780881205' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/116284120780881205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/116284120780881205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-kid-is-too-cutei-cant-take-it.html' title='This Kid is Too Cute...I Can&apos;t Take It!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-116249318350564268</id><published>2006-11-02T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T13:46:23.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wash Your Hands Please!</title><content type='html'>Many of you may know that I am on the cusp of being obsessive complusive when it comes to "washing of the hands".  I am ridiculous about it and I always keep a bottle of lotion handy at work or at home because my hands get pretty dry due to the excessive washing.  I'm just a freak about clean hands.  I don't know why...I just am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing makes me want to throw up more than sitting in a bathroom stall and listening to someone exit their stall, walk to the counter, and then open the door to leave.  Sounds fairly normal to the average reader, but they seem to have missed a VERY IMPORTANT step in the process.  TURN THE WATER ON, GET SOME SOAP and WASH YOUR HANDS!!!  It takes less than a minute of your time to get sanitized my friend.  And saves us all the grossness of coming in contact with your disgusting germs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a culprit in the women's bathroom at work who seems to have overlooked this very vital procedure today.  Don't know who it is...and honestly, don't really want to know who it was, because I'm afraid I could never look at her the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody else out there that feels the same as I do???  Please let me know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-116249318350564268?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/116249318350564268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=116249318350564268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/116249318350564268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/116249318350564268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/11/wash-your-hands-please.html' title='Wash Your Hands Please!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-116137348116025252</id><published>2006-10-20T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T15:44:41.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Louis Cardinals - Sweet Victory!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/Cardinals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/320/Cardinals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a tense evening at John and Max's place as we watched the 7th game of the NLCS last night. We were having "family time" (minus one of our family members, Karla - who by the way is more crazy about the St. Louis Cardinals than anyone I know). The boys aren't into baseball that much, but they sacrificed an evening to support my addiction to Cardinal baseball (at least during the playoffs - cause we don't get to see much of the regular season on TV in these parts)...and they even cheered for our sweet boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, our boys shocked me last night. Suppan was blowing me away with his pitching, but I was starting to get frustrated when we couldn't get any runs in. And stupid Chavez with his ridiculous back-breaking catch over the wall to rob us of 2 runs...jerk! But that didn't stop my boys from comin back in the 9th. Oh yeah...Molina came through and smacked one over the wall!! It was sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/CardsMolina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/320/CardsMolina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I think the best part of the whole night was the bottom of the 9th, bases loaded, and stinkin Beltran at the plate with 2 outs. &lt;em&gt;(Side note - Beltran has been a thorn in our side the whole series with his homers and good hits. "Beltran" was Karla's new swear word for the week! She cracks me up!) &lt;/em&gt;Anyways, he's at 0-2 and I decide to stand up in the middle of the living room, like one would in a stadium...come on now, you gotta support and cheer! Max and John O thought I was ridiculous, but I didn't care. I stood and watched that sweet pitch soar into home plate, Beltran doesn't swing and the umpire threw his fist out and yelled strike!!! Immediate screaming and jumping around. It was amazing and unbelievable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Cards are headed to the World Series against Detroit and I almost cringe to think it may be another series like the one with the Red Sox in 2004. Complete humiliation. BUT! You never know with these guys - they are amazing and they may take it all this year! They better:) Regardless, I still love em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-116137348116025252?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/116137348116025252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=116137348116025252' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/116137348116025252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/116137348116025252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/10/st-louis-cardinals-sweet-victory.html' title='St. Louis Cardinals - Sweet Victory!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-116048821501915514</id><published>2006-10-10T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T09:50:15.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here he is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/Carterhospital.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/320/Carterhospital.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter John Mitchell :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-116048821501915514?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/116048821501915514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=116048821501915514' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/116048821501915514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/116048821501915514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/10/here-he-is.html' title='Here he is...'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-116026444581125679</id><published>2006-10-07T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T19:40:45.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm An Aunt!!!</title><content type='html'>Carter John Mitchell was born around 3:20pm (central time) today.  Whew hew - it's a boy and I was right!!  Not that it is important:)  The little cutie weighed 8 lbs. 10 oz. and has lots of light brown/blonde hair.  Mom sent me a text picture and he is a doll!  Our little bundle of joy:)  Melissa and Matt are both doing well...just really tired.  Sounds like he is a pretty happy little boy.  He cried once when he was first born, but since then all he does is smile.  What a dream!!  I'll be sure to post pictures if and when I ever get them!!  Til then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-116026444581125679?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/116026444581125679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=116026444581125679' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/116026444581125679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/116026444581125679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-aunt.html' title='I&apos;m An Aunt!!!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-116005705856368096</id><published>2006-10-05T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T10:04:18.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prolonged Absence</title><content type='html'>WHAT IN THE WORLD???&lt;br /&gt;My apologies for my blog absence this past week or so.  I have no idea what happened or why my blog kept reading "not found".  All I know is that I'm glad it's not lost for good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been a roller coaster lately.  Turned 26 last Saturday.  On the downhill slope of my 20s - 30 here I come!  Actually, I'm enjoying my 20s - more so the latter half of them.  First half was a little rocky.  Thankful to be past all that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a ton to write about this morning...still waking up.  Just wanted to let you all know that I'm alive! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-116005705856368096?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/116005705856368096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=116005705856368096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/116005705856368096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/116005705856368096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/10/prolonged-absence.html' title='Prolonged Absence'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-115928093795857359</id><published>2006-09-26T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T10:28:58.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Trip Home</title><content type='html'>Wednesday morning - I get the call that mom and dad are on their way up to Galesburg to be with grandma.  She's not doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday afternoon - I get the call that grandma passed away.  Funeral will be on Saturday in Monmouth, IL.  Max and I make plans to head home for an unexpected trip, realizing we will be traveling the same route the next weekend for a wedding.  Worth it though to be with family and there for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday at noon - We head off for the 6.5 hour trip home which took nearly 7 hours thanks to the slow trucker in front of us on Route 4.  Lots of talking and laughing and we're finally home.  I go crazy in the car when I see the Broadway sign.  It's been 5 months since I been home.  I can't take it...it overwhelms me to the point where I go through the same ritual of rolling down my windows on the exit just to smell the Quincy air.  Most would think I'm crazy, but I've done it nearly every trip home I've ever taken.  This time was a little more exciting because I had my honey sitting next to me in the car.  I made him roll his window down too and take a wiff - he just gave me the look like I was completely insane.  But, it smelled great!  We headed straight to my dad's workplace and surprised him.  Later we met up with mom and the rest of the family at the KofCs.  We met John and Sha at the YMCA for their volleyball game and watched them crush the other team 3-0.  I could tell John had been working out:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 7am - We left for the funeral.  Max and I in front.  John and Sha in the back seat, dressed and not quite awake.  We head to good ole Monmouth where we have many childhood memories there.  I rope Shawna into singing "In the Garden" with me for the service - she was awesome!  I think the boys had heard enough of my version of "Eagles Wings".  Thanks Loretta for the recording...you're amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 10am - Visitation and funeral.  Family comes. Hugs. Church family comes. Hugs.  Surprised so many friends made the drive.  We are blessed.  Looked at the flowers sent.  Bouquet from Dave Stone - shocked.  Beautiful plant from my Elementary Team at Southeast - amazed, but not surprised because they are incredible.  Gorgeous mum from Kev and Ret - beautiful.  Reminded once again - we are blessed.  Matt and Melissa couldn't be there because of work and the new baby about to arrive.  Sad about that.  Max stepped in to be a pall bearer.  Thankful for him.  Funeral service was short and small.  Crazy how you can live a long life of 87 years and it can be summed up in a 20 minute service.  Makes you think about what kind of impact you are making in this world and what people will say about you when you are gone.  What kind of legacy am I leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon - Back in Quincy after the services and lunch.  Head to the Crossing for Saturday evening service.  Good to see John, Sha, Ret and Neal on stage leading worship.  Dinner afterwards at Lakeview Restaurant.  Great conversation with Loretta about life and God's amazing story for our lives.  Incredible fried chicken salad - needs to be labeled "World Famous".  Take the tour of John and Sha's remodeled home.  Wish I had their creativity.  Head to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning - Services at MPCC.  Good to be home and see familiar faces.  Embarassed like no other in Mike's Sunday School class.  He's my biggest fan...just trying to get me married!  Thanks for your help Mr. Nobis:)  Pretty sure my face and Max's face were a nice shade of red for all to see.  Lots of hugs and brief "catch up" conversations.  Quick lunch at Fazoli's.  Turn around to see Pam and Yvonne in line right behind me.  Wow!  God is cool like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 2pm - Head back to Louisville...yippee!  This time trip takes 6 hours and 15 minutes...much better!  More laughing, talking, coke-drinking, belching to pass the time away.  Good fun had by all!  Days left til we make the trip again - 2!  Decision to fly this time around - definite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-115928093795857359?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/115928093795857359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=115928093795857359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115928093795857359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115928093795857359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/09/quick-trip-home.html' title='Quick Trip Home'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-115798664362728800</id><published>2006-09-11T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T10:57:23.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Back!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have successfully made it back from South Carolina with my boyfriend and all my luggage!  We had a wonderful time together, although it went way too fast.  Wednesday evening, I met him at his apartment, dressed and ready for the banquet we were attending.  He opened the door and both of our faces lit up.  He was dressed in his fancy pants army suit and looking mighty handsome.  We went to the event and I met some pretty important people, ate some good food, got our picture taken and met a girl with the same dress on as me.  To make matters even more awkward, we sat at the same table...how special!!  I felt like I was at prom:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I watched movies all day while he was in class and planned a special dinner for him...&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I met him for graduation and watched proudly as he walked across the stage to receive his special award.  He won the "Distinguished Honor Graduate" award - basically, he was named the valedictorian of his class.  To make it even more special, he was the youngest in his class!!  He received special recognition during the ceremony and also received two special coins from top ranking officers...one was a 2-star general, the Chief of Chaplains!!  Wow!!  I was introduced to this incredible man and many more that day.  Very proud of my man:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll be back in Louisville on Wednesday of this week and it will be good to finally have him back!!   I'll post some pics when he emails them to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-115798664362728800?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/115798664362728800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=115798664362728800' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115798664362728800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115798664362728800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/09/hes-back.html' title='He&apos;s Back!!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-115679477801547319</id><published>2006-08-28T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T15:52:58.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>There are seasonal friends and then there are friends that just stick with ya for life.  You may not get to talk to them everyday, but you know without a shadow of a doubt that you could pick up right where you left off.  They are friends that always have a smile for you and an encouraging word.  They say "I love you" and "I miss you"...and they mean it.  They have been the ones that have known you your whole life or at least a good chunk of it.  They've seen your ups and downs, your shining moments and unfortunately your embarassing moments.  But they don't think any less of you!  They are friends that you can be silly with and with the same breath share your struggles with.  They are friends who will pray for you...regardless of whether you ask them to or not.  They are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blessed in my life with handfuls of these wonderful people.  I don't call them just friends, I call them my family.  I wouldn't be where I am today without them.  Today, I thank God for each one of you.  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-115679477801547319?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/115679477801547319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=115679477801547319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115679477801547319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115679477801547319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/08/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-115634048851496117</id><published>2006-08-23T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T09:41:28.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;2 weeks from today...&lt;/div&gt;14 days in counting...&lt;br /&gt;336 hours...&lt;br /&gt;20,160 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;1,209,600 seconds...&lt;br /&gt;and he'll be all mine!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-115634048851496117?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/115634048851496117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=115634048851496117' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115634048851496117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115634048851496117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/08/countdown.html' title='Countdown...'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-115532262772427102</id><published>2006-08-11T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T14:57:08.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Honey and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/Sara%20at%20Fort%20Jackson%20IV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/320/Sara%20at%20Fort%20Jackson%20IV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months apart...long enough for me.  I decided it was time to see him and nothin was stoppin me!  With my co-pilot, Dotty, in the front seat, we trucked over 500 miles to see this handsome face.   And boy it was worth it!  I missed that sweet guy more than you can imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a whirlwind trip and he was in training most of the time, but we got to spend the evenings together which was fine with me.  I had the privilege of meeting some of his platoon members over dinner and the next day, he surprised Dotty and I with a trip to the Spa.  We had full body massages and it was a dream.  (major points!)  The second evening, he went all out and planned a romantic dinner for the two of us.  He spent weeks getting this whole event ready...needless to say, I was impressed.   Good cook too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sad goodbye as always.  But we are down to &lt;strong&gt;26 more days&lt;/strong&gt; until I go pick him up and bring him home for good.  Time...can you fly by a little faster?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-115532262772427102?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/115532262772427102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=115532262772427102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115532262772427102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115532262772427102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-honey-and-me.html' title='My Honey and Me'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-115437775533591108</id><published>2006-07-31T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T16:29:15.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Memories...</title><content type='html'>Friends...&lt;br /&gt;To get a glimpse of my summer at camp, you must go visit my friend, Karla's blog.  It's her Top 20 Countdown of camp memories.  Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wereofftoseeklo.blogspot.com"&gt;www.wereofftoseeklo.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not understand it all...but I think it is stinkin funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-115437775533591108?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/115437775533591108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=115437775533591108' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115437775533591108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115437775533591108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/07/camp-memories.html' title='Camp Memories...'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-115435753822136209</id><published>2006-07-31T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T10:52:18.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Life...Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>Rolled over this morning when the alarm went off and moaned a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't decide what to wear because for the last 3 weeks my wardrobe has been planned out for me...camp t-shirts, shorts and flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;Drove in to the church parking lot, trying to remember what it was like to work in an office for 8 hours. &lt;br /&gt;So weird!&lt;br /&gt;Reality says...welcome back! &lt;br /&gt;I say...what a joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-115435753822136209?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/115435753822136209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=115435753822136209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115435753822136209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115435753822136209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-to-lifeback-to-reality.html' title='Back to Life...Back to Reality'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-115367146392588725</id><published>2006-07-23T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:17:43.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive and Kickin...</title><content type='html'>I haven't dropped off the face of the earth...just dropped off the face of the blogging world for a bit.  Life's been a little hectic with camp the past couple weeks.  We've had little shugs from the 1st grade to the 5th grade out at Country Lake Christian Retreat and having a good time.  It's been a little stressful at times, I'll admit...but the overall joy of being at camp wins out every time.  I work with an incredible staff team and well...it's just fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to see Max in a couple weeks!!  My friend Dotty and I are heading down to SC to hang out with him briefly for a couple days.  Getting in a little QT with him so I can make it another month without him.  Can't wait for September when our lives can go back to normal again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.  Can't complain.  Looking forward to a day off after camp is finished!  See ya on the flip side my friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-115367146392588725?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/115367146392588725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=115367146392588725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115367146392588725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115367146392588725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/07/still-alive-and-kickin.html' title='Still Alive and Kickin...'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-115150421840192580</id><published>2006-06-28T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T10:16:58.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NACC</title><content type='html'>Had no idea that I would see so many people I knew at the North American Christian Convention!  People from Central and some from Warrensburg were there and it was really good to see them and catch up.  It sounds like my good ole CCCB is doing some pretty exciting things.  New building, new president, new all sorts of stuff.  Really proud of them!  Hope to see more people tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-115150421840192580?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/115150421840192580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=115150421840192580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115150421840192580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115150421840192580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/06/nacc.html' title='NACC'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-115142470543942558</id><published>2006-06-27T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T10:01:01.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When you think you have tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>Tragedy. Devastation. Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Joy. Excitement. Long-awaited anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;One day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can all these emotions happen in one 24 hour period? That is the question along with many others that are still plaguing my mind and heart today. Yesterday afternoon, one of our team members called us all together and told us that one of our volunteers who had been pregnant with twins went in to the ER the night before with chest pains. The doctors found out that she had a disected aorta (which basically meant that a wall in heart was torn). They thought it best for all parties involved that they go ahead and take the babies which were due in 7 weeks anyways. With it being twins, they were expecting them early, so this wasn't an uncommon thing. Sometime in the middle of the night, Matthew Logan and Sydney Elizabeth were born and although unstable are relatively healthy at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around noon, the mother began complaining of hot flashes to the nurse that was in the room and within moments before they could do anything, she passed away. She was able to see the babies that she had been waiting for...sadly though, she will never be able to see their first steps, take them to their first day of school, see them graduate or go off to college. She was young, maybe a couple years older than myself. She was a kindergarten teacher and her love for kids was inspiring. She and her husband were incredible volunteers in our ministry and served alongside one another faithfully. She was one of my worship leaders and her presence on stage and in our lives will be missed. She was a sweet person and my heart breaks for this young family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks for...&lt;br /&gt;The husband who has experienced the greatest joy in life and the greatest sorrow all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;The tough road that lies ahead for him and for their families.&lt;br /&gt;The babies who will never get to hear their momma's voice or feel her touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is for sure...they will grow up knowing how much she loved them, because their daddy will tell them all the time. They will know that mommy loves them, daddy loves them and most importantly that Jesus loves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please lift this family up in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence and Carrie Godbey&lt;br /&gt;Logan and Sydney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-115142470543942558?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/115142470543942558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=115142470543942558' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115142470543942558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115142470543942558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-you-think-you-have-tomorrow.html' title='When you think you have tomorrow...'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-115047253035161294</id><published>2006-06-16T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:42:10.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh...the Beaches of Lake Michigan</title><content type='html'>Heading out on vacation this week to a delightful beach house on Lake Michigan. My buddy Steve has some family connections, so next week you won't catch me in the office. If you need to get ahold of me...try my cell phone....cause I will be laying out on the beach, soaking up the sun!!! :) Please don't hate me my friends! This is the first REAL vacation I have been on since our lovely family vacations as a kid. So technically, it is my first "grown-up" vacation...I would say it's about time!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week everybody!!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/Lake%20Michigan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/320/Lake%20Michigan.0.jpg" 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/11479752-115047253035161294?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/115047253035161294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=115047253035161294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115047253035161294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115047253035161294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahhthe-beaches-of-lake-michigan.html' title='Ahh...the Beaches of Lake Michigan'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-115021494665370081</id><published>2006-06-13T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T12:09:06.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Max is Gone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/saramaxwedding.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/320/saramaxwedding.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everybody...&lt;br /&gt;My boy is gone for the summer. Boo hoo:( I took him to Lexington Saturday morning and he is now in full swing at his Officer Basic Course in Ft. Jackson, South Carolina. I've started the countdown for his return. 87 days left!&lt;br /&gt;I know military families do this all the time and for much longer periods of time for that matter. Guess it is just going to take some getting used to. I've said goodbye to him before. We were apart for 3 weeks when we first started dating and normally don't get more than a few days to be together anyways during the week. But for some reason, this time is harder. I miss him more than I've ever missed him before and want him to come back right now. Oh I know I'll be okay. I'll toughen up, but I'm not going to forget the fact that I miss him. I'll cry...numerous times. I'll laugh and wish he were there laughing with me. I'll go places and wish he were there with me. But I'll know that on September 8th or shortly after, I'll get to see him and give him a big hug! Until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-115021494665370081?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/115021494665370081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=115021494665370081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115021494665370081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/115021494665370081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/06/max-is-gone.html' title='Max is Gone!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-114908473137315423</id><published>2006-05-31T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T10:12:11.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two BIG Things!</title><content type='html'>I know after the job announcement, how could anything be BIG??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="104" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/320/l_skyline.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;For an entire year, I have been avoiding a certain restaurant. Don't ask me why, because I really don't know. For years, people have raved about this place and swear it is the best food they've ever eaten. Now, keep in mind that they were mostly men. Yes, I'm talking about the infamous place called "Skyline Chili". Maybe you've tried it, maybe you are like me and have been avoiding it. I must say, that it was semi-tasty. The main thing was...I didn't throw up. I tried a bite of Steve's 3-way and that was about all I could take. I did get my own cheese-coney and well, it wasn't anything that I will crave in future days to come, but I could eat another if I had to. I settled for the Southwest Chicken Wrap. 1 thumb up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd thing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/ipn_hand_product.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/320/ipn_hand_product.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who finally got their IPOD Nano in the mail yesterday??? If you guessed me, then YOU ARE CORRECT!! The little beauty was in my office mailbox when I got back from lunch and it truly made me smile. I don't know what to do with it yet...but that's where my buddy Nevan comes into play. Actually, he deserves some major props for it finally arriving in the first place. Neville - thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-114908473137315423?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/114908473137315423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=114908473137315423' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114908473137315423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114908473137315423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/05/two-big-things.html' title='Two BIG Things!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-114841913583166076</id><published>2006-05-23T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:18:55.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wait is FINALLY Over!!</title><content type='html'>The good news is....I GOT THE JOB!!!&lt;br /&gt;The bad new is...oh wait, there is no bad news!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was offered the Worship/Music Ministry Assistant Position for the Elementary Ministries Team this afternoon at 3:30pm.  Nothing will be official until the HR Department takes care of the details, but it is enough for me to FINALLY tell the world about my big news!  I said everyone would know when I knew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have waited long enough for the words I heard today.  I've gone over the possibilities in my mind if I didn't get the job, if I did get the job...and so on.  It's been something I've wanted  and prayed over for a long time.  This job will be meshing two of my greatest passions.  Music and Children.  For me, this was a job that only existed in my dreams a couple years ago.  I remember sitting at West Central Christian Service Camp and talking with my friend, Dotty Harney.  We were discussing ministry struggles and in the midst of our conversations, she simply said, "Sara, you need to be a large church where you can specifically do music for kids."  I thought to myself that would never happen.  But through some tough seasons the past couple of years... and simply by the Hand of God, He has brought me to Southeast Christian Church in Louisville, KY where I will now be taking on the role of Worship/Music Ministry Assistant for Elementary Ministries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to sit back for a moment and say WOW God...WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look back over the course of my life the last 3 years is amazing.  I see how He uprooted me from my ministry in Warrensburg with my dad having a stroke and grandpa dying, and I see Him showing me that He really wanted me in ministry.  He took me through some ugly valleys to get there, but I think He gave me a taste of what life would be like if I had chosen to disobey His calling when I moved home.  I mean who really wants to be a substitute teacher for the rest of their life??  Well, maybe some do, but I certainly do NOT!  Those few months were wretched, but God taught me alot through those difficult times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest though, those 9 months in Quincy had some tremendous benefits.  I got to spend more time with my family, and I got to hang out with John and Shawna a ton.  And getting the opportunity to know my then "future sister-in-law" was well worth it.  I also made some incredible friends at FUEL.  I miss them all very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting older has its benefits.  You do get wiser.  I think it is mainly because you can look back on your life and your mistakes and see what an idiot you were at times, but more than that...you can see God's grace shining through each mistake.  You learn to trust Him more and more because He proves Himself over and over.  He takes your "oops" moments, heals your wounds and then fixes you up to go on and do some great things.  He works through it all.  I am so blessed to have a God who loves me this much.  Who can take all my bad decisions and still use me in ways I never thought possible to bring glory to His name and to bring others to know Christ a little bit better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I God...that you should be mindful of me?...that you would care for me?...that you would love me?  All I can say is Thank you God...thank you.  And thank you all for your prayers and encouragement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH GOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-114841913583166076?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/114841913583166076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=114841913583166076' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114841913583166076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114841913583166076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/05/wait-is-finally-over.html' title='The Wait is FINALLY Over!!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-114781351033128572</id><published>2006-05-16T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:05:10.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Delivery!</title><content type='html'>Guess what folks!  I just got myself a new computer flat screen monitor for my office.  Didn't ask for it...didn't know about it until 5 minutes ago...but yet, here it is! &lt;br /&gt;It's very nice. &lt;br /&gt;It's black. &lt;br /&gt;It's square. &lt;br /&gt;It's flat. &lt;br /&gt;It takes up alot less space on my desk. &lt;br /&gt;Funny how these things happen &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;two weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before the end of my internship.  Well, at least I have two weeks to enjoy this beautiful thing.  How fortunate for the next intern.  If they only knew the piece I started out with...they would be forever grateful! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thanks to our I.T. guys and gals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-114781351033128572?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/114781351033128572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=114781351033128572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114781351033128572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114781351033128572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/05/special-delivery.html' title='Special Delivery!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-114778770146294283</id><published>2006-05-16T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T09:55:01.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Give all your worries to him, because he cares for you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Peter 5:7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a verse that is on repeat in my mind lately.  With two weeks left in the internship, I still don't have a job come May 29th.  Stresses me out a bit, I'll be honest.  The waiting is what kills me.  I'm completely out of control.  But that just means &lt;strong&gt;HE is completely in control&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you ask...what are you stressing about?  Well, I'm a worry-wort and that's what I do.  Is it right? No.  Is it a sin to worry? Yes.  Should I stop? Yes.  Will HE take care of me and my worries? Yes.  Do I trust Him? ....Yes.  That's the kicker my friends....trusting Him.  I've done it for 25 years, I think I can do it for at least another week until I hear an answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-114778770146294283?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/114778770146294283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=114778770146294283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114778770146294283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114778770146294283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/05/worries.html' title='Worries...'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-114729588490074540</id><published>2006-05-10T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T17:18:04.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding of the Century!</title><content type='html'>Suppose it is my turn to post about the wedding weekend.  Loretta's already posted two times and other friends are posting...and I'm family for goodness sake!!  Better get on it eh?  I haven't posted yet for the simple fact that I'm speechless.  I don't know if words can really describe all that went on this weekend.  Indescribable.  Amazing really.  Breath-taking.  Beautiful.  Holy and pure.  Worship.  WOW!   I would say the ceremony was like nothing I have ever experienced before.  Yes, the spotlight and live-camera feed as I'm coming down the aisle made me feel like I was in Hollywood, but that's not the stuff I'm talking about.  I'm talking about the touches of God, HIS fingerprints that were EVERYWHERE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From moments alone in the bride's room, circled around Shawna praying to a "toast of love" given by the bride's father...HE was all over the place.  I have seen God at work in this relationship for quite some time.  I still remember the night at camp when Shawna pulled John aside and they sat in the canteen area and talked and she had the guts to tell him she liked him.  That girl has more courage than I will ever have - he was even dating someone at the time.  But she knew...she knew and pursued (well, more or less waited for John to wise up) and the rest is history! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 Favorite Moments from the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Feeling like it was Christmas at the rehearsal dinner when Sha gave us the bridesmaids gifts!  (pink sunglasses - hot stuff!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The rehearsal that felt like a family reunion.  Erin, Laura, Ricki, Jenny, Tyler, Jon, Jessica, Becca, Keith, Matt, Gil &amp; Ang...family...they just kept coming through the door and I couldn't get to everyone fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Goofy pics with the girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Loretta's heart-warming, "make you want to cry" speech to us girls before the wedding.  Oh wait, I did cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Teaching Max all the names of the Hollensteiner clan and then watching him score major points with the family when he remembered all their names and could pick them out of a crowd (proud of you babe)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dancing with my brother Matt towards the end of the night...most everyone was gone and I let loose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Watching and listening to Loretta scream and just about loose it as Shawna's big moment arrived when she walked down the aisle.  Then, of course, watching Sha, in all her beauty, slowly walk down the aisle with the sea of people rising behind her...breath-taking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. As Loretta put it...the circle of pink tulle surrounding Sha before the ceremony...praying for the future of the couple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Taking a glimpse at the screen and seeing John's face completely covered in tears of sheer joy.  Nothing compares.  I was so happy for the both of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I say nothing compares to the last one...maybe this one is in its own category.  Funniest moment for me was the "Dance Off" between John and my uncle Bruce.  Holy Cow - HILARIOUS!  Max has the whole thing recorded on his camera and I still laugh hysterically whenever I watch it.  Looks like it is a tradition now - watch out world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many moments are still incredible and I will remember them always.  Thanks for such a special weekend! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-114729588490074540?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/114729588490074540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=114729588490074540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114729588490074540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114729588490074540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/05/wedding-of-century.html' title='The Wedding of the Century!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-114660671813220937</id><published>2006-05-02T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:51:58.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Awaited Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/johnsha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/320/johnsha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Polka dots, pink dresses, chocolate brown suits, truffles, chocolate fountains, music, dancing, candles, pictures, presents, laughter and tears...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's what we've all been anticipating for quite some time now. It's been over a year of planning and getting things prepared. Trips to bridal shops, dresses being made, suits being bought, appointments with caterers, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;long nights of stuffing envelopes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tiling floors...and ceilings, painting walls, fixing things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every little detail important&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every moment irreplacable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every memory embedded &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such anticipation and it will be here very very soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wedding...the union of this incredible couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some saw it long before others, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I think we can all agree that this is a match made in Heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would say that in 4 days it will all be over...but no...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the best is yet to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3028/813/1600/Paper.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-114660671813220937?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/114660671813220937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=114660671813220937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114660671813220937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114660671813220937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-awaited-weekend.html' title='The Long Awaited Weekend'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-114598719862240023</id><published>2006-04-25T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:46:42.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrections...</title><content type='html'>It was brought to my attention &lt;em&gt;(by someone very special to me)&lt;/em&gt; that I've made a couple errors in my recent blogs entries.  So please allow me to correct myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Blog entry entitled "The Guy"...&lt;br /&gt;- Max is getting his M Div. NOT his MA.  This is a HUGE mistake on my part.  My apologies dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Blog entry entitled "Finally"...&lt;br /&gt;-It was pointed out that "finger-jausting" is actually spelled "finger-jousting".  Emphasis being that I mispelled it with an A instead of an O.  My bad!  Never claimed to have won any spelling bee championships.  Actually if you want to get personal for a moment.  I did make it to the Baldwin North Spelling Bee Competition, but failed to spell "tenderloin" correctly.  Instead, in the first or second round I spelled it "tenderlion".   At that moment, all you could hear were the moans and sighs of my 6th grade class as I walked off the stage in utter embarrassment and shame.  But I have NEVER mispelled the word tenderloin since then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey...thank you for bringing these important mishaps to my attention...and for helping me recall one of the most horrific events that happened in my childhood years!   You're the best!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by the way sweetie...I'm just messing with ya!  You knew it was coming!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-114598719862240023?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/114598719862240023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=114598719862240023' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114598719862240023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114598719862240023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/04/corrections.html' title='Corrections...'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-114537610996345934</id><published>2006-04-18T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:01:50.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>12 hours of driving and worth the trip</title><content type='html'>Made a quick trip home this weekend for Easter.  We didn't have Elementary Services at SECC, so I took advantage and hit and the road for home.  Got in Friday afternoon, just in time for a snip n' clip at InSPArations with my favorite stylist - Shawna Lynn!  She's a styling genius:)  Made a quick zip over to MPCC for the Good Friday service (a little late, so I sat by myself, but it was probably for the best - no distractions).  It was a good service, the choir singing, the acapella ensembles, the communion, the candles...solemn and beautiful.  Later that evening, got to watch John's v-ball team destroy their opponent, hang out with my Fuel pals at TCBY, then when John, Sha and I were about to fall asleep in their living room, we hear Neal's mobile pull up in front of their house.  An hour later...we go home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Neal and I spent some quality time together...recording and perfecting...recording and perfecting.  But the song is finished and we were pleased.  More importantly the bride and groom were pleased!  And we can check it off the list of things to do!  Saturday evening was spent at the Crossing with mom and pop and then Pam and Yvonne joined our family for dinner at Lakeview (a local delight).  Had myself the BEST fried chicken salad this side of the Mississippi (that sounds hickish and silly, but I like it).  Pam and Ret can attest to this - we've shared many a lunch over fried chicken salads and iced tea.  Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was delightful...of course being a wonderful and beautiful Easter morning.  Didn't have to wake up at the crack of dawn this year and enjoyed going to the 2nd service at MPCC with family.  It was a beautiful time of worship.  Special music rocked!!  The choir sang and gave me goose bumps and the men's ensemble amazed me with their power-house voices!  What a celebration!  Off to Grandma's house for the egg hunt and mounds of delicious food!  Family is all doing well - love em to pieces!  Lots of wedding talk with 3 other cousins besides John getting married within the next year or so.  Trying not to catch the fever:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great weekend, but pretty pooped out.  Gotta rest up...wedding weekend in 18 days!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Praise the Lord though that the bridesmaid dresses are nearing completion and look smashing!  The bride and the MOTB can rest knowing all will be well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-114537610996345934?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/114537610996345934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=114537610996345934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114537610996345934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114537610996345934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/04/12-hours-of-driving-and-worth-trip.html' title='12 hours of driving and worth the trip'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-114476575387537895</id><published>2006-04-11T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T10:29:13.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>I've made it back from the beautiful beaches of Florida with a nice tan and a nice chest cold....how pleasant!  Bible and Beach '06 was pretty great I must admit.  High schoolers are way different from Elementary kiddos that is for sure.  Wish I had pics to show...Panama City was gorgeous and the sunsets were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you "non-registered" blog users...&lt;br /&gt;You may now post a comment on my blog.  (a.k.a. mom) :) &lt;br /&gt;I've finally changed the settings to allow anonymous comments.  Just make sure to sign your name to the comment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way - my main squeeze was the "finger-jausting" champion at Bible and Beach this year (similar to arm wrestling).  I'm so proud of him (and his strong arms that kicked everyone's behind-including mine)!  Way to go Max:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-114476575387537895?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/114476575387537895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=114476575387537895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114476575387537895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114476575387537895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-114314089513456055</id><published>2006-03-23T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:08:15.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/Max%20and%20Sara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/320/Max%20and%20Sara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I'm breaking the "Blog Silence" with this post.  It was going to happen sooner or later, but I thought I would wait a few weeks before I mentioned anything.  Everybody...this is Max!  Some of you have heard about him...some of you haven't.  Some of you have seen him...now all of you have seen him.  :)  We've been dating for a few weeks now and I think he's pretty incredible.  He is currently pursuing his MA at Cincinnati Christian University (preaching/ministry) and is also a Chaplain with the Army National Guard.  Met here at Southeast and have been friends since the Fall. Something sparked between us at a Superbowl Party and it's been a surprising and exciting journey ever since.  He caught me off guard when he asked me out.  I wasn't real sure about the whole thing, but boy am I glad that I said yes!  Wow God...Thank YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-114314089513456055?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/114314089513456055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=114314089513456055' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114314089513456055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114314089513456055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/03/guy.html' title='The Guy'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-114244806158449736</id><published>2006-03-15T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T13:41:01.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes</title><content type='html'>Uncle Sam will be happy...I finally got my tax returns done and in the mail today!!&lt;br /&gt;This was quite the process for me this year.  Normally, I give my W2s to my parents, throw in $ for fees and say "see ya lata...and don't forget to put my return check in the mail"!  Well, this year, I decided to do it the so-called "easy way" and do them myself on Turbo Tax.   I learned I know nothing when it comes to taxes, big financial words, or anything of the sort.  I'm a moron!  Karla walked me through step by step on my federal stuff and then of course since I lived in 2 different states this year, I had to fill out 2 Part-Time Resident State forms (which I couldn't do on Turbo Tax without paying through the nose)...confusing to high heaven if you ask me!!  So that's where I pulled my friend Stevey aside and said "I'll treat you to Texas Roadhouse if you help me with my state taxes!"  (So in reality, I'm still paying someone to do my taxes...so what have I gained from this go-round??) Well, at least we finished em - thank Jesus! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned...the "easy way" is not so easy for me.  Next year, H &amp; R Block may be getting a call from me:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-114244806158449736?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/114244806158449736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=114244806158449736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114244806158449736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114244806158449736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/03/taxes.html' title='Taxes'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-114234653251857911</id><published>2006-03-14T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T09:28:52.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IPOD??</title><content type='html'>IPOD, Oh Little IPOD&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPOD, Oh Little IPOD&lt;br /&gt;They told me I had won the prize?&lt;br /&gt;So excited about your little size?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPOD, Oh Little IPOD&lt;br /&gt;How I long to listen to you&lt;br /&gt;And hold you in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Did you get lost in the sand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPOD, Oh Little IPOD&lt;br /&gt;I pray you do not fear&lt;br /&gt;I think UPS needs a little kick in the rear!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-114234653251857911?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/114234653251857911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=114234653251857911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114234653251857911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114234653251857911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/03/ipod.html' title='IPOD??'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-114161871526610512</id><published>2006-03-05T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:18:35.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kentucky Here I Come</title><content type='html'>I would say "I'm coming home tomorrow", but my mom would slap me upside the head and say "you are home honey!"  Finishing up the last of the laundry and packing tonight.  Flying out from St. Louis tomorrow.  Long week.  Here are some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meeting Lisa Whelchel ("Blair Warner" - Facts of Life tv show)&lt;br /&gt;-Being 3 feet from God's magnificent creation - a.k.a. Kurt Warner from the St. Louis Rams (Jo, Karla...talk about it huh?)&lt;br /&gt;-Listening to the coolest and hippest new version of the "muffin man" in the minivan with 5 other grown adults...rapping and having a marvelous time.&lt;br /&gt;-Being harassed in front of 1,000 people by Chagy the Clown (have pictures to prove it)!&lt;br /&gt;-WINNING AN IPOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Finding out I'm going to be an aunt October 12, 2006!! (Matt and Melissa are pregnant:)&lt;br /&gt;-Finally learning how to play Texas Hold Em and taking 3rd place...Beginner's Luck!&lt;br /&gt;-Becca's surprise visit home for the shower:)&lt;br /&gt;-Shawna's first bridal shower.  Just got done helping them unload a couple cars full of stuff.  Their house is already getting full...and they still have 4 showers to go, plus the wedding!  Holy Moly!&lt;br /&gt;It's been a great weekend.  Really tired.  Ready to get back in the groove.  Praying that my bag will once again not exceed 50 lbs. tomorrow at the baggage check-in!  We'll see:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to see all you Quincians!!  Love ya:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-114161871526610512?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/114161871526610512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=114161871526610512' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114161871526610512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114161871526610512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/03/kentucky-here-i-come.html' title='Kentucky Here I Come'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-114091154530338862</id><published>2006-02-25T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T18:52:25.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Vacation</title><content type='html'>I'll be taking a little break from the blogging world for the next week or so.&lt;br /&gt;Heading to the Children's Pastors Conference in Kansas City, MO (my old home!).  I'll get to see dear friends in the Burg and then hob nob with all the children's ministry goo-roos.  Finishing up the week in Q-town for a little Q-time with family and friends.  I'll be seeing some of you really soon.  Have a great week my friends:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-114091154530338862?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/114091154530338862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=114091154530338862' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114091154530338862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114091154530338862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/02/blogging-vacation.html' title='Blogging Vacation'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-114053304172120029</id><published>2006-02-21T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T09:44:01.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cincinnati Weekend</title><content type='html'>Had a great trip to Cincinnati this past Friday and Saturday.  My buddy Josh and I took a little road trip to see some friends of ours.  Went to the CIY Believe Conference at the Cinergy Center where my good friend Monte Hunt was playing the drums for Foundation Red.  Can't even begin to tell you how amazing it was to watch him in his element...I was so proud of him.  Real sad that Amy couldn't be there, but I got an extra big hug from Monte from her...so it's all good!  MISS THEM SO MUCH!!  It stinks sometimes living multiple states away from best friends, but the Lord always makes sure our paths cross every once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, drove up to Dayton to stay with my long lost college buddy...the infamous red-head, Jessica Armstrong.  Haven't seen her in over two years...crazy!  We stayed up til about 3 am chatting and catching up.  It was a blast to recap what's been happening in our lives and to relive old college memories.  I just have to say, "What were we thinking?"  Sometimes we did the craziest things, but I wouldn't change any of it for the world.  It was a great time!  And I must say the next morning (after we had coffee), we busted out the old N'SYNC CD and jammed to our favorite tunes from the old days.  Actually, I can't say the old days...we both confessed that we keep the CD in our cars still and listen every once in awhile.  Real tragic and pathetic I know.  So that's that.  Good friends, great weekend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-114053304172120029?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/114053304172120029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=114053304172120029' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114053304172120029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114053304172120029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/02/cincinnati-weekend.html' title='Cincinnati Weekend'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-114011548669173861</id><published>2006-02-16T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T13:44:46.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprising...</title><content type='html'>This entry is being written for a friend of mine who encouraged me to post something new for him to read.   Don't have any specifics to write about, but here's a recap of some highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Valentine's Day was seriously the best Heart Day EVER (it's a bold statement, but I'm making it).  For various reasons that I can't reveal in blog world, but for those of you who know me pretty well, you will understand.  It was a day FULL of SMILES and lots of God Winks!! :)  He's been evident in many different parts of my life.  Heck, I'm just thankful He's looking in my direction and hasn't given up on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. New love.  Dave Barnes.  Didn't go on a date with him, but I'm listening to his music and thinking it is pretty phenomenal.  Heart warming, fun, good feelings, sweet as can be lyrics.  Loving him and recommending him.  Doesn't quite take the place of Michael Buble in my heart, but finding a special place these days for little ole Davey.  Check him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now my blogging friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-114011548669173861?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/114011548669173861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=114011548669173861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114011548669173861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/114011548669173861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/02/surprising.html' title='Surprising...'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-113968973973874616</id><published>2006-02-11T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T15:28:59.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S.A.A.P.G.O.N.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;eventh &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;nnual &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ction &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;acked &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;roovy &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;ver &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ighter.&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday became ONE WHOLE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;6:00 p.m. (really started at noon with prep work) - 9:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza, cookies, cotton candy, popcorn, movies, worship, putt-putt, bingo, hair salon, bandanas, face paint, gigantic inflatables, stinky smelly sweaty kids(and feet) :), Jello Olympics, prizes and .... absolutely NO SLEEP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;703 - 4th and 5th graders (set a new SECC record)!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insane...yes!&lt;br /&gt;Would I do it again...in a heartbeat!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-113968973973874616?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/113968973973874616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=113968973973874616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113968973973874616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113968973973874616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/02/saapgon.html' title='S.A.A.P.G.O.N.'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-113934122440804988</id><published>2006-02-07T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:40:24.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having hair regrets after only 4 days...this can't be good!&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it is just a mourning period. &lt;br /&gt;Hoping "this too shall pass...or grow fast"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fyi - now would not be a good time to say "I told ya so".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-113934122440804988?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/113934122440804988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=113934122440804988' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113934122440804988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113934122440804988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/02/having-hair-regrets-after-only-4-days.html' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-113915160987635711</id><published>2006-02-05T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T10:00:09.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weight's Been Lifted</title><content type='html'>Lost 5 lbs!!  Unfortunately it's not body weight my friends...it's hair weight!!  I took the plunge Friday afternoon and went and cut my hair.  Looking back I wonder what the heck was I thinking, but I'm getting used to it.  To be honest, I couldn't take the weight of it anymore...it was SOOO heavy!  It feels 100% lighter and it now saves me drying time and $ for shampoo, conditioner, mousse, hair spray and anything else I would use to tame the mop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my long haired fans, do not fret, it is still below my shoulders (we won't be revisiting that short hair high school/college nightmare anytime soon).  I have the swooping bang effect going on now, which I'm liking.  You'll have to judge for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special shout out to Shawna.  I'm sorry girl...I couldn't wait a month to see you.  The lady gave you props on your highlighting job!  You're still the best and my favorite:)  Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-113915160987635711?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/113915160987635711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=113915160987635711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113915160987635711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113915160987635711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/02/weights-been-lifted.html' title='The Weight&apos;s Been Lifted'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-113891908904311326</id><published>2006-02-02T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T17:24:49.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's Club Outing</title><content type='html'>Today, Karla and I made our usual 3-month visit to Sam's Club to buy snacks for the little kiddies on Saturday nights.  To be honest, it is really my job and I drag Karla along because she is a willing soul...and a dinga-dang-dong good friend:)  And this trip is no easy task.  Many many preparations go into this outing...from check requisitions to borrowing John O's truck.  It is not uncommon for us (basically me today) to make a complete and utter specticals of ourselves at Sam's Club with the amount of stuff we buy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk in and show our club member card and proceed to the cart area.  This job requires more than just an oversized cart.  It's serious business folks...flatbed all the way...sometimes maybe 2!  I've gotten pretty good about the route to take with these big ole honkin thangs...straight to the juice aisle.  We load up about 30 4-packs of Capri Suns (basically filling up an entire flatbed).  Definite all-over muscle toning exercise!  Next, we head to the snack aisle and buy lots of fatty good snacks for the kiddos to eat.  We've gotten into a routine which makes shopping just that more enjoyable.  Only today, I was quite the spectical.  I had my flatbed piled up to my eyeballs with boxes and couldn't see a stinking thing in front of me.  Karla was my guide, watching out for small children and everyone else in the store found it pretty hilarious.  Ha. Ha. Ha to you all.  To be honest though, I was chuckling right along with them.  I was a sight to see! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After loading, unloading and putting away this mass of goodies...I can finally call it a day.  Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-113891908904311326?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/113891908904311326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=113891908904311326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113891908904311326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113891908904311326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/02/sams-club-outing.html' title='Sam&apos;s Club Outing'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-113821301129948859</id><published>2006-01-25T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T13:16:51.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brownies with a little surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/Reeses.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/320/Reeses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempted to make goodies for my D-Group girls last night at home. First of all, must give props to my friend Karla for the recipe idea. She made these wonderful little delights Sunday for our football watching extravaganza. Thought I would attempt to make them myself because they changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: Brownies made in little muffin pans with a little bit of heaven in the middle. (i.e. Reese's Peanut Butter Cups)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First batch: Amazing taste...not so pretty. Overfilled the pan and they all looked like mushrooms. As I went to get them out of the pan, the tops popped off. Grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second batch: "Let's use baking cups and not fill them so full." Amazing taste again, but this time much better looking! Thank the Lord! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For those of you Weight Watcher People...this is not a recipe I would recommend.  My apologies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-113821301129948859?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/113821301129948859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=113821301129948859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113821301129948859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113821301129948859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/01/brownies-with-little-surprise.html' title='Brownies with a little surprise'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-113804009157873965</id><published>2006-01-23T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:14:51.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Your Viewing Pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/sports%20fans%20wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/320/sports%20fans%20wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a little chance to brag on my friends from Kentucky.  This was taken yesterday at the Broncos vs. Steelers football watching bash...if you can't tell, most of them are Broncos fans...and then there's SteveO and I staying strong with our Steelers colors!  These people are great!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Front row:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Amanda(from IL), Madonna (from IL) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;iddle row:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; John O, Karla(from IL), Steve, Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back row:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Kevin, me(from IL) and Nate(from IL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Notice how 5 of the 9 are from IL and it took moving to Kentucky for all of us to meet.  Funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-113804009157873965?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/113804009157873965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=113804009157873965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113804009157873965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113804009157873965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-your-viewing-pleasure.html' title='For Your Viewing Pleasure'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-113759669810049130</id><published>2006-01-18T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T10:04:58.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow</title><content type='html'>Woke up to 3 inches of snow on the ground this morning...incredible!&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I wanted it after the gorgeous spring weather we've been having, but I'll take it:)&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, all you snow lovers out there aren't jealous.  It is b-e-a-utiful!!  Come to Kentucky and see if you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - just found out that if you start your car to warm it up and leave it unattended in Louisville, you get a TICKET!!  Even in your own driveway!  What is this world coming to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-113759669810049130?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/113759669810049130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=113759669810049130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113759669810049130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113759669810049130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-snow.html' title='First Snow'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-113742493145631448</id><published>2006-01-16T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T10:22:11.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama, Drama, Drama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/Cloud%20Book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/320/Cloud%20Book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the dramas of the dating life...&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever end?&lt;br /&gt;Recently a book was recommended to me to read about a new approach to dating. It is a book by Dr. Henry Cloud (a reliable and intelligent source). He wrote all the "Boundaries" books for those who've never heard of him. &lt;em&gt;How to Get a Date Worth Keeping - Be Dating in Six Months or Your Money Back. &lt;/em&gt;I know the title sounds cheesy, but hang with me. I've read a couple chapters in it so far...intriguing. Really nothing new. My mom has been telling me to do this for as long as I can remember, but I've stuck to my "I'm a lady in waiting" mentality. For instance, if God has the right man out there...He will bring him to me. Well, this knight in shining armor has yet to find me and lately I've found myself waiting at my front door hoping the FedEx man will be gorgeous. You get what I'm saying?? Cloud says, "I haven't been "out there" enough meeting new people." In his book, he offers himself as a dating coach, and has a program for you to follow. One of the first steps is to meet 5 new guys a week...that's right 5!! And not just say hi, but they 1) have to be new to you. 2)have to be interested in you. 3) you have to exchange phone #s. And let me just say it again. 5 guys! I'm lucky if I get 5 guys in 5 years, let alone 5 guys in one week. Talk about it! Supposedly, this program teaches you to find your real issues with dating and help you conquer them. Helping you to come out of your shell. We'll see about that! So, this past week I tried to branch out and meet some new people at Awake(our 23-30 yr. olds gathering)...not so much a success. I'm horrible at it! Still deciding if I'm going to finish this book.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have found your special someone for life...what a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;For those still waiting/hunting...bet you are wishing it were as easy as waiting for the FedEx man at this point in time....hang in there!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-113742493145631448?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/113742493145631448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=113742493145631448' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113742493145631448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113742493145631448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/01/drama-drama-drama.html' title='Drama, Drama, Drama...'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-113683034093781128</id><published>2006-01-09T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T13:12:20.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat's Out of the Bag</title><content type='html'>It was a monumental day in Southeast history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard about it Thursday.  The announcement was made to the staff, but our lips were sealed.  It was exciting beyond words to have been a part of that staff meeting.  I sat there as Bob Russell addressed all of us.  And this weekend...the rest of the congregation heard.  Bob  handed over the reigns to Dave Stone in services this weekend.  In a sense he "passed the baton...or the tie" for that matter.  Bob's official retirement won't happen until July of this year, but from here on out, Dave Stone is now the "prime" minister of SECC.  It was a bitter sweet moment.  I watched as Bob made his announcement in 3rd service and as he walked down the steps to his seat...it was sad.  The man has been God's vessel in building this church for the last 40 years.  His fingerprints are all over this place.  He will be missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh the excitement I felt as I watched my friend Dave walk up to the pulpit and address the congregation.  I've never before been so 100% behind a leader like this before.  I've heard his vision for the future and I believe it is definitely God-ordained and that it will connect thousands more to Jesus Christ in the near future.  Oooo...gives me goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic idea to his vision is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Subtraction &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Addition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Division&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Multiplication&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Subtraction - 1. From our Membership Roll.  Finding out whose really committed to Jesus and to evangelizing the community.  2. From our Programming.  Getting away from the Smorgesboard approach and focusing more on certain areas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Addition - 1. Using intentional language.  Connecting People to Jesus and to One Another.  2. Having an Intentional Pathway.  Teaching us the Value of Focus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Division - 1. Dividing into Regions for Bible Study and Service.  Connecting with people in your area through home Bible Study groups and service opportunities.  Teaching us the value of connecting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Multiplication - 1.  Regional Small Groups.  2. Neighborhood Community Centers with numerous outreach programs.  3. Multi-site Worship Settings.  A branch off of the main campus using live via satellite communications, so we could experience worship together and the multi-site centers could still feel connected to the body.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was pumped about his vision.  I know it will be supported.  A few standing ovations are an indication of that.  Pray for Dave, pray for the leadership, pray for the staff, pray for the congregation.  This place is used to change, but this is the biggest change this place has ever seen.  We are having to say goodbye to a living legend, but what we are about to experience is the 2nd Movement of His Orchestral Masterpiece....and it's just beginning.  Maybe a change of tempo, maybe a change in key, but amazing nevertheless.  Taking a moment to sit back and listen...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-113683034093781128?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/113683034093781128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=113683034093781128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113683034093781128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113683034093781128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/01/cats-out-of-bag.html' title='The Cat&apos;s Out of the Bag'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-113632710679723234</id><published>2006-01-03T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T17:14:56.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine...What's That?</title><content type='html'>First day back to work in over a week. Took a Christmas vacation and went home to Quincy for the Holidays. Great trip, but WAY too quick! Here are some highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kazoo Caroling with the Nobis Clan. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping with Mom for Christmas presents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending Christmas Eve with the family that just keeps growing! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoying 3 Christmas services (2 at MPCC and 1 at the Crossing).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The smile I had on my face as I watched some pretty special people lead a congregation in worship Sunday morning. Just made my heart bubble over with joy to see them in their element again...love them. The Christmas Carols rocked and "it's not about the box" (2 of the many things I took home from that service).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having more presents than John to open up Christmas day :) (Only because he got a pretty expensive drill - not because mom and dad love me more...at least that's what we told him!!) hehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching the "scarf receivers" open up their gifts and enjoy (or at least acting like they were thankful). A lot of work(probably the beginning of long road of arthritis)...alot of hours...alot of great scarves I wish I could have kept cause I liked em so much. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to the countless times John made fun of my scarves and realizing that he was just jealous cause he didn't get one!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending almost every day of last week at John and Sha's new place painting their front room.  Hearing their ideas about what they're going to do with the rest of it and experiencing the excitement of it all.  Must admit I'm a little jealous that he was the first of the Mitchell kids to buy a house.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting Bobo!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending an evening in Macomb watching high school basketball and then eating the most delicious pizza thingy afterwards...mmmm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking a pit-stop on the way back to Kentucky to meet Karla's family in Centralia IL!  They have an incredible Walgreens:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having funny conversations with my buddy Ben - who will always be the one I call for a quick cheering up session!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing and spending some QT with buddy Neal and hearing about his upcoming adventures at The Crossing....so proud of him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the special moments spent at home around our 4 ft. Christmas tree this year:)  Just kidding mom!  It was all great and I love ya!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And last but not least...sleeping in my Heavenly Cloud of a Bed for an entire week!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-113632710679723234?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/113632710679723234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=113632710679723234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113632710679723234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113632710679723234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2006/01/routinewhats-that.html' title='Routine...What&apos;s That?'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-113503059787850410</id><published>2005-12-19T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T17:16:40.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Week in the Office...so you all get random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Southeast is getting pretty close to "ghost town" status this week.  Everyone is using up their vacation days and taking off the rest of the month, but those of us who get a hand full of those precious days are hanging out trying to fill our days with whatever projects we can get our hands on to make the day go a bit faster.  Between projects though are emails and the devouring of Christmas yummy goodies that everyone has brought in for all of us devourees to gain 10 pounds before the holidays.  Thank you.  For all of you who want to know..."Puppy Chow" is the snack of choice for this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought for my lady readers...&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was extremely thankful for self-checkout lanes at a 24 hour Wal-Mart.  It was one of those moments where I didn't really feel like talking to anyone (plus it was a late night run) and I needed to get some "personals".  Usually when women have to make one of these stops, we tend to buy a few other items to "mask" the fact that we are buying personals, but in all honesty a loaf of bread and a bag of M&amp;Ms is not going to mask the big blue box your carrying.  Seriously.  So last night, I had no shame...I went in got my personals and went straight to the self checkout line where I quickly scanned the big blue box and safely trotted out the door not having made eye contact with any awkward young male employees.  It was the one of the best moments ever...a sense of achievement really.  Who would have thought that such a modern convenience would change the way women shop.  It certainly is saving me $ in the long run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitors from Afar...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Dane and I were blessed to have some visitors from Q-town come and take us out to lunch.  Dale and Brenda Hess were visiting Louisville and decided to look us up - and I'm thankful they did.  It was SOO  nice to see some faces from home and to catch up and hear stories.  It made me miss some folks all the more, but then I realized that I would see them in a few days:)  We chatted for a couple hours at Mark's Feed Store (delicious Kentucky BBQ wonderland) and then said our goodbyes.  Nice afternoon spent.  Now, I'm going to make a plea to all you Q-town readers...and all my other friends who live far away too. &lt;br /&gt;COME VISIT ME!!!  Louisville's a good time, good eatin, good sweet tea, good horse races, good baseball bats, good shoppin...&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad...you're due!  John, Sha, Matt and Melissa...you're way over due!  M&amp;M - we have a "Howl at the Moon" here too ya know:)  Ben Cuni is still at the top of the coolest friend list, cause he's been the only friend to come out and visit me since I moved here.  Thank you Ben!  So we'll see if anyone picks up on my subtly and follows through!  I think it's finally time for me to go home.  lata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-113503059787850410?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/113503059787850410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=113503059787850410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113503059787850410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113503059787850410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2005/12/quiet-week-in-officeso-you-all-get.html' title='Quiet Week in the Office...so you all get random thoughts.'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-113451160515077720</id><published>2005-12-13T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T17:06:45.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle Blast Pictures...More To Follow...Someday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/Jingle%20Blast%20#3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/320/Jingle%20Blast%20%233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/Jingle%20Blast%20#1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/320/Jingle%20Blast%20%231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/Jingle%20Blast%20#4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/320/Jingle%20Blast%20%234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/1600/Jump5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6146/933/320/Jump5.0.jpg" 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/11479752-113451160515077720?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/113451160515077720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=113451160515077720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113451160515077720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113451160515077720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2005/12/jingle-blast-picturesmore-to.html' title='Jingle Blast Pictures...More To Follow...Someday!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-113440974465417743</id><published>2005-12-12T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T17:06:10.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle Blast was a Blast and a Half!</title><content type='html'>So I figured 10 days between posts was long enough. Sorry to my two dedicated readers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been able to get ahold of me at all this past week it's been a miracle. Finally starting to return all the phone calls and emails. Our big Jingle Blast Family Christmas event took place Thursday and Friday of this past week at the church. It was a fun concert event featuring JUMP 5 - a Christian teen band often seen on the Disney Channel. The four kids in the group were pretty great if you ask me. They were fun and down to earth and they put on one heck of a show for our families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we had a bit of a scare. They were predicting a HUGE Winter Storm to come through and so they cancelled all schools and everyone began going into seclusion - because they freak out over here in Kentucky over 5 inches of snow! Seriously - that's like dust in Illinois...come on now! So, we thought for sure that no one would show up that night for the event. Well, the storm lessened and we ended up having close to 2,000 people show!! Whew hew! First night of fun - success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday...good weather...almost 5,000 in attendance! It's alot different being on stage in front of 5,000 than it is sitting amongst the many on Sunday mornings. The highlight of the evening though was when the 1-minute countdown began for the band to come out. We had given blue glowsticks to everyone that came and at the countdown we had everyone swing their glowsticks like crazy. We shut off the lights and all you could see was this b-e-a-utiful sea of blue lights...kids screaming...adrenaline pumping...it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight was my friend (and good sport) Josh playing the part of our 9 ft. inflatable snowman. He looked like the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters! We had so much fun with that thing and after all the autographs were signed Friday night, Brandon from Jump5, tackled the snowman...talk about hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was a success in my book...why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;- Families were able to spend a cheap evening out together having fun.&lt;br /&gt;- Kids were dancing in every aisle throughout the entire night and having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;- Hurricane victims were blessed with some incredible gifts and a night they won't forget anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;- Our team worked together to pull off an incredible event...and all did a fantastic job!&lt;br /&gt;- I &lt;strong&gt;didn't&lt;/strong&gt; wreck the rental van and kill Jump5 and all their band members.&lt;br /&gt;- The message of Christ was spoken to about 7,000 people...some old, some young, and some who've never heard the Good News!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All glory goes to God for making it all come together...it was pretty evident He was there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-113440974465417743?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/113440974465417743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=113440974465417743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113440974465417743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113440974465417743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2005/12/jingle-blast-was-blast-and-half.html' title='Jingle Blast was a Blast and a Half!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-113358391855009326</id><published>2005-12-02T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:25:18.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trolley Hopping</title><content type='html'>Not to be confused with Bar Hopping!  For kicks and giggles, a bunch of us decided to go to Downtown Louisville tonight and go Trolley Hopping.  My friend Amanda heard about this free adventure and we all thought it sounded like a fun thing to do on a Friday night.  Basically, you head downtown and hop up on a trolley that takes you around to different stopping points, which could include a variety of art galleries, antique shops, and even a shop where they "blow the glass" to make cool sculptures, vases, etc.  We got to see fancy-schmancy restaurants and found a new hot-spot called the Jazz Factory (where we will hopefully head back to someday soon).  I had no idea these cool places even existed...but now we know thanks to the Trolley Hop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story.  At one point on our Trolley adventure, a couple of us decided to hang out on the back of the trolley (freezing our behinds off - but it was still fun).  We were saying "hey" to all the people on the sidewalks, waving at cars, basically just being obnoxious and having a good time.  Well, some of the people inside the trolley made some comments about how they thought we were "drunk"!  Little did they know that some of our friends were sitting next to them.  They told us after we got off and we just laughed.  If you can't have a good time on the back of a trolley, where can you have a good time??  (btw-you don't have to be drunk to have a good time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been good for me to venture out and try some new things...meet some new friends and hang out with people I've not gotten to know since I moved here.  Tonight was a blast...it was a little cold, but nothing a Starbucks Caramel Macchiato couldn't fix!  Love those things:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-113358391855009326?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/113358391855009326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=113358391855009326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113358391855009326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113358391855009326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2005/12/trolley-hopping.html' title='Trolley Hopping'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-113321753110913423</id><published>2005-11-28T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T17:38:51.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet Day</title><content type='html'>Ever have one of those days where even though it seems nothing is going right...God is still in control?  I call them Bitter Sweet Days.  Knowing that God is there and that His plan is being worked out is comforting, but knowing that you'll have to say goodbye to people or the way things were is so heartbreaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is breaking right now.  Withing a week, I've had to hear the words, "I'm leaving and I wanted to be the one to tell you" from 2 people on our team here at Southeast.  Seriously!  2 of the coolest people you'll ever know in ministry...wise beyond their years and hearts full of passion for children's ministry.  I've enjoyed working with them immensely and will miss them a whole bunch.  They both are moving on to ministries where they will get to work closely with the kids and families of their churches, they will both be closer to their families and I think they are going to make a huge impact.  I'm SO happy for their opportunities, but I'm REALLY sad for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said...Bitter Sweet.  Can't decide if I really like these kind of days or not.  I'll have to give it some more thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-113321753110913423?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/113321753110913423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=113321753110913423' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113321753110913423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113321753110913423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2005/11/bitter-sweet-day.html' title='Bitter Sweet Day'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-113278795295993560</id><published>2005-11-23T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:19:12.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>Been in 3 states in a day and a half.&lt;br /&gt;Had an incredible visit with Doug. &lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Stan and Misty and their 2 adorably cute boys.&lt;br /&gt;Drove home and almost ran out of gas...God does answer prayers!&lt;br /&gt;Saw The Crossing Crew - John, Nathan and Neal.&lt;br /&gt;Saw the MPCC Crew and had a wonderful talk with Keith.&lt;br /&gt;Finally made it home to the good old 1500 block where the parentals and I are currently kicking back and waiting for the boys to come home for supper.  Mmmm...spaghetti and cresent rolls...my favorite!! &lt;br /&gt;Awaiting the 8:00 hour for the LOST party with the Quincy Crew.&lt;br /&gt;All of this in 24 hours!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-113278795295993560?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/113278795295993560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=113278795295993560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113278795295993560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113278795295993560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2005/11/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479752.post-113266914373204693</id><published>2005-11-22T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T09:19:03.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm sitting here this morning at my desk and thinking what a great day today is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weather is not perfect by any means, but the cool and cloudy drive to work this morning was pleasant.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reading everyones' blogs this morning and it sounds like God has been good to my friends lately.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting to leave this afternoon for home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Well, first I'll be stopping in Springfield to spend the evening with my good friend Doug Welk...who I might add I haven't seen since May.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I'll be heading home Wednesday for the blessed town of Quincy.  Oooo buddy:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pondering all of this while eating the perfect banana...talk about it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479752-113266914373204693?l=princessarai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/feeds/113266914373204693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11479752&amp;postID=113266914373204693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113266914373204693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11479752/posts/default/113266914373204693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessarai.blogspot.com/2005/11/morning-bliss.html' title='Morning Bliss'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00432748744368443265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6oGPgVoQMPM/R6SfqzGyv3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQc19EqbUVA/S220/pic+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
