<?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-22211021</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:44:35.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SwedishSparks: A California Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a Minnesota grown couple living in Los Angeles.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>301</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-7896279634787441310</id><published>2010-02-07T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:49:12.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you didn't watch the SuperBowl...</title><content type='html'>Casket AIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so emotional...I didn't even realize I had that much emotion about it all until we saw it on TV and I started shaking and jumping and yelling and clapping and hugging and crying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being played "last" of the three made us all SO anxious. I couldn't eat I was so nervous, and I was afraid to blink in case I would miss it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about TENSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw that opening shot of the church..... :) :) :) :) :) :) :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU GOD for this journey, and thank you to all of you for your love, support and VOTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the next....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-7896279634787441310?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/7896279634787441310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=7896279634787441310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/7896279634787441310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/7896279634787441310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-case-you-didnt-watch-superbowl.html' title='In case you didn&apos;t watch the SuperBowl...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-2152293886819138430</id><published>2010-01-06T00:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:42:14.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are NOT going to believe this!</title><content type='html'>The company I work for (my sweet new job as of September) made a commercial for the Doritos "Crash the SuperBowl" Contest and of the 4,000+ entries they picked OURS to be in the Top 6! WoooHooooo!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order to have our commercial shown at the SuperBowl, we need to get into the Top 3. We do this by getting the most votes for our commercial. &lt;i&gt;Well, Sarah, I'd love to help&lt;/i&gt; is what you all should be saying right about now.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The website we made for it is &lt;a href="http://voteforcasket.com/"&gt;voteforcasket.com&lt;/a&gt; You can vote once a day EVERY day until January 31st. We need your votes!!!! And how's this for suspense...they won't tell us if we are in the Top 3 until SuperBowl Sunday when we can see it being aired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a crazy journey huh? Thank you GOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and just because I have to brag about our amazing team, one of our guys made the website you are about to click on &lt;a href="http://voteforcasket.com/"&gt;voteforcasket.com&lt;/a&gt; in like, 4 hours. He says he spent a lot of time beforehand designing in his head, but still. &lt;i&gt;seriously. &lt;/i&gt;oh, and it's supposed to look "accessible" and easy-to-make. Did he succeed? You be the judge)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-2152293886819138430?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/2152293886819138430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=2152293886819138430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2152293886819138430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2152293886819138430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-are-not-going-to-believe-this.html' title='You are NOT going to believe this!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-7765883832378912876</id><published>2010-01-03T18:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:30:19.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's 2010 (two thousand ten or twenty ten? you decide)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2010 we will hit these landmarks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be married for 5 years&lt;br /&gt;2. Have lived in Los Angeles for 5 years (and 5 years in LA is what we committed to when we moved out...)&lt;br /&gt;3. Have our first college reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's looking to be an exciting year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says time just keeps getting faster as you get older, and I believe it. And, being that we live in a dynamic town, it seems that things are always changing which makes time fly as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights from 2009 are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We moved into our cute little cottage (definitely the best place we have lived at so far)&lt;br /&gt;2. Ryan booked a Guitar Center commercial, and did some cable tv work :)&lt;br /&gt;3. I started my DREAM job, working for McManus Studios&lt;br /&gt;4. We started leading a small group&lt;br /&gt;5. We were visited by my parents, Ryan's parents, Ryan's sister and my brother&lt;br /&gt;6. AND, we became better people - I am seriously about this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's safe to say that 2009 is the most challenging year we have ever face and I am proud to say that we have come out better for it. I am looking forward to what 2010 holds with anticipation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-7765883832378912876?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/7765883832378912876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=7765883832378912876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/7765883832378912876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/7765883832378912876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-8949752885103231448</id><published>2009-11-08T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:52:00.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you stop blogging...</title><content type='html'>Are you still considered a blogger? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realize that I blog when I have spare time. Spare time has not been something that I have come by recently. Actually, I have had free time, but it's been spent reading, relaxing and processing life. Not bad things, but it means the blogging has gone by the waste-side! Sorry to all of you readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job continues to be a blessing. VERY challenging, and I am learning so much that I didn't know, but it's awesome. I am officially our Human Resources, Payroll, Accounting and now pseudo-IT department. They joked with me that I need to literally get different hats that I can put on when I am working on each thing :) I have learned a LOT about California employment laws! Other than that, I am being mentored and trained in people and crisis management. And there's a lot to learn! You can't avoid/downplay conflict when managing people (which is something I historically like to do....but am actively working on this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started an acting class at Mosaic, to keep using the other side of my brain :) I love playing in theatre, there's nothing like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now folks, I'll try to be back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-8949752885103231448?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/8949752885103231448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=8949752885103231448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8949752885103231448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8949752885103231448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-you-stop-blogging.html' title='When you stop blogging...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-4419631706074416366</id><published>2009-10-04T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:52:11.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who lives in CA now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SslDLAiYcJI/AAAAAAAAA_k/c9nB4snNq1w/s1600-h/P1010694.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SslDLAiYcJI/AAAAAAAAA_k/c9nB4snNq1w/s320/P1010694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388912285527339154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right, LISA!!!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-4419631706074416366?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/4419631706074416366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=4419631706074416366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4419631706074416366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4419631706074416366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-who-lives-in-ca-now.html' title='Guess who lives in CA now?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SslDLAiYcJI/AAAAAAAAA_k/c9nB4snNq1w/s72-c/P1010694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-6905445072865162502</id><published>2009-10-04T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:33:51.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Roxanne</title><content type='html'>I had a bridal shower at my house for a girl in my small group. 20 ladies showed up! It was a BEAUTIFUL day (75 and sunny with a light breeze)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SslFCCD-ChI/AAAAAAAABZU/JVonGhuhhX0/s1600-h/P1010697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SslFCCD-ChI/AAAAAAAABZU/JVonGhuhhX0/s320/P1010697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388914330341083666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SslFFlk9yPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MVAStqLr8vk/s1600-h/P1010711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SslFFlk9yPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MVAStqLr8vk/s320/P1010711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388914391414327538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SslFEzKiUgI/AAAAAAAABZs/0zvGjRWcbXU/s1600-h/P1010712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SslGpHgRfmI/AAAAAAAABaA/n1Jow4JXoq8/s320/P1010775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388916101328502370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-6905445072865162502?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/6905445072865162502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=6905445072865162502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6905445072865162502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6905445072865162502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-had-20-women-at-my-house-on-saturday.html' title='Celebrating Roxanne'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SslFCCD-ChI/AAAAAAAABZU/JVonGhuhhX0/s72-c/P1010697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-6604146909104019166</id><published>2009-09-23T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:31:35.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Roommate</title><content type='html'>We had a little someone decide to come live with us today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SrqFlst8EZI/AAAAAAAABXE/bTjT3dUwCsI/s1600-h/2009-09-23+12.53.41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SrqFlst8EZI/AAAAAAAABXE/bTjT3dUwCsI/s400/2009-09-23+12.53.41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384763187180343698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-6604146909104019166?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/6604146909104019166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=6604146909104019166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6604146909104019166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6604146909104019166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-roommate.html' title='New Roommate'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SrqFlst8EZI/AAAAAAAABXE/bTjT3dUwCsI/s72-c/2009-09-23+12.53.41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-2796189406107579772</id><published>2009-09-22T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:01:47.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Promise I'm Alive</title><content type='html'>I know what you all are thinking, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sarah got a super sweet job and now she has no more time for blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you'd be right! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been sweeping me away, and I feel so full of blessings. My schedule, my coworkers, the vision, the passion, and the laptop (I am working on a new MacBook Pro!!!!) are A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can truly say that unlike normal situations where you have coworkers that maybe become friends, I have friends that I am happy to call coworkers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been challenging, and I am learning ALL about starting a new company. It's thrilling to be at the helm and helping make it all happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks and weeks of exhausting schedules, I am "officially" done with all my side projects, and can concentrate on this new job. Tonight I have totally FREE and I plan to take a bubble bath! Yeah me!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I am headed back to MN for homecoming, and am SO looking forward to seeing my family, going apple picking and soaking in fall. I LOVE Fall, and in MN it can't be beat (as I sit here sweating in CA....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-2796189406107579772?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/2796189406107579772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=2796189406107579772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2796189406107579772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2796189406107579772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-promise-im-alive.html' title='I Promise I&apos;m Alive'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-3396326479711305957</id><published>2009-09-08T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:46:30.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Amazing</title><content type='html'>I will write about it soon....until then, it's blowing me away!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-3396326479711305957?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/3396326479711305957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=3396326479711305957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3396326479711305957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3396326479711305957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-amazing.html' title='Life is Amazing'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-8583031676397568089</id><published>2009-08-27T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:08:15.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Amazing (and I'm still in shock) Part II</title><content type='html'>I was nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't eat, my cheeks burned red, my heart thumped, my pits sweat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my personal interactions with Erwin have been few (enough that he knows my name if he saw me), I have read this man's books, listen to him on Sundays and been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;directly&lt;/span&gt; impacted and changed by the people he's mentored. My life has been changed because of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention I respect him immensely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I was nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of time in prayer before our meeting, and had a realization:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God wants me to have this job, there is nothing I can do to mess that up.&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;If this isn't supposed to happen, there is nothing I can do to coerce it into happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brought me a lot of piece and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left an hour and a half before our meeting, cause there was NO WAY I was gonna be late. I got there 45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; early. Time to kill. I sat and read a book for a while in the local McDonald's parking lot, approx 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from his house, according to my directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to, I started heading over. I got to the end of the directions and his house was no where to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic set in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I call him? Ask directions? How did this happen?! Why didn't I come SEE his house first, and THEN sit and kill time?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I calmed down and prayed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God, please, PLEASE show me his house. I can't do this alone and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;panicking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned back and redid the same directions as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, low and behold, there is was. See how God is all over this process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me an amazingly beautiful story about what God's been doing in his life, and the people He's brought into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These adventures and people have brought up an opportunity for him to start up a new company that will encompass and span all his passions &amp;amp; dreams for change in this city and the world. He point-blank told me that he wants me at the helm, creating and building this new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;endeavor&lt;/span&gt; (with a team of other people of course) if I wanted in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job, this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;, is everything I have been praying, striving and sacrificing for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you say when bestowed with this honor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly in awe of God's goodness and can't believe this is happening to me. I am really feeling overwhelmed with happiness and blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start on Monday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-8583031676397568089?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/8583031676397568089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=8583031676397568089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8583031676397568089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8583031676397568089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/08/simply-amazing-and-im-still-in-shock.html' title='Simply Amazing (and I&apos;m still in shock) Part II'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-2576765170667018360</id><published>2009-08-26T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:06:59.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Amazing (and I'm in shock!) Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We all know what my job situation has looked like for the last 1 1/2. It's had more ups and downs than a seesaw. I was told I would be limited to part-time hours come September 1st. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter God and His magnificence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am already ahead of myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, at a meeting for an event I am helping with, I got to reconnect with a film director, Kevin, that I've had the chance of "sort-of working near" over the years. I know him, he knows me, but we don't really know each other that well. So we got to chatting and he asked me what dreams I have for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lit up like a Christmas tree and gave him a brief overview of all I have been learning about myself, my talents and that I would really like to head into production/producing/directing. He then in turn told me that he just landed his dream job a week ago. He will be making movies (as a Director) full-time with Erwin (visionary, activist and communicator for the world at large for those who are not aware).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned that he'd love to pull me on for one of the projects to learn more and I readily agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from Kevin, and he left a vm saying he had something to run by me. To be honest I was dreading calling him back because I was SO swamped with work and didn't want to turn him down like I knew I would have to. But, I DO want to work with him sometime and wanted to keep good lines of communication, so I called him back to say just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I had a chance to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm super busy but try me again sometime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; he started to describe what he has in mind for me to help with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;This CAN'T be volunteer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, I thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;There's no way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;This would be full-time, with benefits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's offering me a job?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me what I thought about all this, and I said something eloquent like,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm glad I am in the car and seat-belted in, otherwise I would be half-way to the moon right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we set up a meeting to have dinner and chat about it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night (yes two days ago...) we met at Portos and talked. Suffice it to say that I want this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking away from the restaurant (literally 3 mins after leaving, I wasn't even to my car yet) I got a call from Kevin. He said that Erwin wants to meet with me and wondered if I was free tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about FAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later Erwin texted me and we had plans to meet at his house Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-2576765170667018360?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/2576765170667018360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=2576765170667018360' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2576765170667018360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2576765170667018360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/08/simply-amazing-and-im-in-shock.html' title='Simply Amazing (and I&apos;m in shock!) Part I'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-2804596708528216731</id><published>2009-08-21T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:21:49.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit from the Traveler</title><content type='html'>Ryan's sister Missy came to visit us two weekends ago. We saw her for maybe 24 hours at Christmastime last year (we stopped in Oklahoma where she is on our drive to MN) so this was a nice long visit compared to that! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy is a Doctor (Ryan loves to call her Doc....) and will be leaving us all for Africa before too awfully long. It's still I few more years away, but time is passing so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to say that I didn't get very many pictures, but we DID have some fun! And we really did more than eat...I just only took pictures of the eating :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying classic In N Out Burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step One: Remove Tomato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SpW0n58xD6I/AAAAAAAAA_U/XsAC0EuU85w/s1600-h/P1010567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SpW0n58xD6I/AAAAAAAAA_U/XsAC0EuU85w/s320/P1010567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374400328000147362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step Two: Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SpW0nW5lUAI/AAAAAAAAA_M/DGyGztKEjP0/s1600-h/P1010568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SpW0nW5lUAI/AAAAAAAAA_M/DGyGztKEjP0/s320/P1010568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374400318591553538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SpW0oTl0clI/AAAAAAAAA_c/itirvj552LA/s1600-h/P1010569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SpW0oTl0clI/AAAAAAAAA_c/itirvj552LA/s320/P1010569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374400334883222098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roscoe's Chicken &amp;amp; Waffles. Don't judge until you've tried it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SpW0mymZAtI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ptqN63DigpQ/s1600-h/P1010571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SpW0mymZAtI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ptqN63DigpQ/s320/P1010571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374400308847379154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yuuuuuuummmmmmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SpW0mbumYXI/AAAAAAAAA-8/1Rci7kIBufA/s1600-h/P1010573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SpW0mbumYXI/AAAAAAAAA-8/1Rci7kIBufA/s320/P1010573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374400302707794290" 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/22211021-2804596708528216731?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/2804596708528216731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=2804596708528216731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2804596708528216731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2804596708528216731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/08/visit-from-traveler.html' title='A Visit from the Traveler'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SpW0n58xD6I/AAAAAAAAA_U/XsAC0EuU85w/s72-c/P1010567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-7315813563499843058</id><published>2009-08-13T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:36:54.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>Yeah it's been a week and I haven't posted. This isn't really a post either, it's just a post to tell you that I will probably not be posting much in the next week either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, my SIL Missy is coming to visit on Saturday and we are SO excited! I'll be sure to take a few pics and update after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-7315813563499843058?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/7315813563499843058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=7315813563499843058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/7315813563499843058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/7315813563499843058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/08/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-3788945909632123928</id><published>2009-08-07T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:57:40.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouragement</title><content type='html'>You know those people who enter your life and uplift you with just their presence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't those people remarkable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am BLESSED to get to work on a project with not one, not two but THREE women who all embody that quality. I feel ready to take on anything after being in their presence. I am so grateful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-3788945909632123928?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/3788945909632123928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=3788945909632123928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3788945909632123928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3788945909632123928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/08/encouragement.html' title='Encouragement'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-6019616810224689268</id><published>2009-08-06T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:11:14.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irons in the fire</title><content type='html'>I've got a lot of them. AND I LIKE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently stage managing the show (for 3 more weekends), producing a play in South LA, producing a weekend-long artisan event with 200 people, was approached with a potential film-producing project, and embarking on a large yet-to-be revealed project with the Artistic Director at my theatre. Ahhhh, happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I have a husband and a dog that understand! (well, Kia does, as long as I keep walking her....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, long-term Ryan and I really want to do some projects together, so we are churning that idea around too. It's so nice being busy with what I LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really REALLY hoping doors will keep opening and that I can pursue these projects full-time soon (meaning this will be my day job instead of having one of those too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh, and if you are wondering when we will have kids, after almost 4 years of being married, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; I just answered that question....sorry!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-6019616810224689268?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/6019616810224689268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=6019616810224689268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6019616810224689268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6019616810224689268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/08/irons-in-fire.html' title='Irons in the fire'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-2325194200618354530</id><published>2009-08-03T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:25:34.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Editing</title><content type='html'>Since I am on the path to professional theatre, I needed professional head shots! I had a great session with &lt;a href="http://www.bradbuckman.com"&gt;Brad Buckman&lt;/a&gt;, who took Ryan's very first LA head shots too! Seemed poetic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the two final ones I chose (after much deliberation and opinion-seeking):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROUGH CUTS&lt;br /&gt;Commercial &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SneNBNSgcXI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vVb41If6nRg/s1600-h/ss_01260_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SneNBNSgcXI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vVb41If6nRg/s400/ss_01260_t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365912532921905522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Theatrical &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SneNA3mrs6I/AAAAAAAAAew/M8xAyQM9Xwg/s1600-h/ss_01132_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SneNA3mrs6I/AAAAAAAAAew/M8xAyQM9Xwg/s400/ss_01132_t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365912527100949410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the power of EDITING: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SneNVKXu8KI/AAAAAAAAAfI/TxTzCwcFj4g/s1600-h/1260+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SneNVKXu8KI/AAAAAAAAAfI/TxTzCwcFj4g/s400/1260+edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365912875735904418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SneNVDsWv2I/AAAAAAAAAfA/TUVFnHA6nuo/s1600-h/1132+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SneNVDsWv2I/AAAAAAAAAfA/TUVFnHA6nuo/s400/1132+edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365912873943351138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you even believe that?!?! Watch out Los Angeles (I hope!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-2325194200618354530?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/2325194200618354530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=2325194200618354530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2325194200618354530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2325194200618354530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/08/power-of-editing.html' title='The Power of Editing'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SneNBNSgcXI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vVb41If6nRg/s72-c/ss_01260_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-6053780541678027498</id><published>2009-08-03T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:08:54.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silverwood Camping!</title><content type='html'>I had the BEST weekend off! Sunday night I finally thought, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I wonder how the show went?&lt;/span&gt; That's how good of a weekend I had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my camera did not have a good weekend. I must have pressed some weird buttons (or maybe Ryan did in his sleep...) because all the pictures I took of Saturday night are GONE! I have no idea what happened. I also recorded a few videos instead of taking pictures like I thought I was, so we will chalk it up to user error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the three pictures I did get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I woke up to on Sunday morning. It's no wonder she loves to camp! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SncYffNLmsI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jD-GkCXavJw/s1600-h/P1010543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SncYffNLmsI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jD-GkCXavJw/s320/P1010543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365784410267032258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the whole camping crew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SncYfHXw-1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/nYwsyRVs7sU/s1600-h/P1010546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SncYfHXw-1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/nYwsyRVs7sU/s320/P1010546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365784403868973906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silverwood Lake had a lake (go figure) so we were able to swim in the water with Kia. We knew she loved water but had never gone deep enough to paddle. It was so fun to watch her get it and LOVE it! Ryan and I were proud parents :) After an hour of swimming around, this was her on the drive home, using Sheli for a pillow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SncYevdWKKI/AAAAAAAAAd4/HFU_HW9XmeQ/s1600-h/P1010547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SncYevdWKKI/AAAAAAAAAd4/HFU_HW9XmeQ/s320/P1010547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365784397449930914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I feel SO refreshed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-6053780541678027498?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/6053780541678027498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=6053780541678027498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6053780541678027498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6053780541678027498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/08/silverwood-camping.html' title='Silverwood Camping!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SncYffNLmsI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jD-GkCXavJw/s72-c/P1010543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-4403282679377402888</id><published>2009-07-31T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:41:42.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend of friends</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I had some down time. But not anymore! I have the WHOLE weekend off! We planned a camping trip with our small group months ago, so when I agreed to stage manage this show I said I needed this weekend off. And it's here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, Kristen (an old small group member who went to South Africa, then came back to Chicago and is now visiting LA) is here and I got to have lunch with her yesterday and she's staying with us tonight. LOVE seeing her -- she's amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, it's been so long since I slowed down that I am CRASHING. I don't feel refreshed (yet), I feel exhausted! Hopefully by Sunday night I will feel all powered up and ready for another week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to take lots of camping pics! Kia is excited -- she loves camping as much as Ryan and I do :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-4403282679377402888?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/4403282679377402888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=4403282679377402888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4403282679377402888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4403282679377402888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-of-friends.html' title='A weekend of friends'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-8037007252767334399</id><published>2009-07-29T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:54:11.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REAL Reality TV</title><content type='html'>One of the best things about living in this town is seeing your friends on TV (and occasionally, your husband!). One of our friends, Mandy, who was just in a sketch that Ryan wrote, is on the reality TV show &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/moretolove/"&gt;More to Love&lt;/a&gt; that premiered last night. Let me tell you that reality TV is so much more real when you KNOW the person! Ryan and I were dying watching it last night! We were like, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;does she really like him? What if he picks her in the end? Ahh, is that her kissing him?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the commercial break we saw &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1750491/"&gt;David Magidoff&lt;/a&gt;, another friend, in a commercial for Fox. He's doing REALLY well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV watching is so much more exciting now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-8037007252767334399?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/8037007252767334399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=8037007252767334399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8037007252767334399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8037007252767334399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/07/real-reality-tv.html' title='REAL Reality TV'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-1270436449644786232</id><published>2009-07-29T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:19:40.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My better half</title><content type='html'>Is shooting a commercial today! It's for Guitar Center. He went to the audition Monday and felt REALLY good about it. He was supposed to be an indie rocker (who smashes his guitar and then realizes he needs a new one, so a trip to Guitar Center is needed) and he literally ROCKED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SOOOOO proud of him. He gets PAID (a lot for us!), gets to put it on his resume, and his agency is in love with him! AND, he gets to be an ACTOR, which is really the whole point! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an audition today, in which I need to do a Scottish accent. I'm really not that good for the role, and quite honestly don't have the time this season, but I want to get some more practice auditioning so they are letting me take a shot. I've done an Irish accent before (shout out Carey) but Scottish requires the rolled "r"s that I can. not. do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to "How to speak Scottish" youtube vidoes at work all day yesterday, but can't roll those darn "r"s!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loving husband, who hates accents but can roll his "r"s, took me on as a project last night. I wish so much that we would have taped what we looked like in our living room! I was spitting all over myself, the couch, the dog and Ryan try to roll those "r"s. Ryan was trying to do what I was doing to see how it differed from what I was supposed to be doing. We sat next to each other for about an hour blowing our lips, making fish faces, loosening our tongues, curling our tongues, curving the tongue to the roof of the mouth....more spitting.....We ended up having a fabulous time being stupid and laughing at each other! Still can't roll those "r"s tho! Oh well, guess I will try to fake it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-1270436449644786232?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/1270436449644786232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=1270436449644786232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1270436449644786232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1270436449644786232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-better-half.html' title='My better half'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-4319853951384114333</id><published>2009-07-28T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:05:00.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of an aspiring actress</title><content type='html'>I had my first LCGRT (Lonny Chapman Group Repertory Theatre) meeting last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving there I was incredibly nervous. Shaking-hands-red-faced-sweating kind of nervous. I gave myself a nice pep talk, had a good heart-to-heart with God (telling Him I was scared spitless but was going to be courageous anyway) and headed in to the building with my best "go get em" face on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I creaked open the door and saw that I was one of 15+ members that were joining the group that night. Upon second glance I saw that ten of those new members were &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; women. Confidence instantly high-tailed it and in its place I was joined by my two familiar not-so-lovable sidekicks, Fear and Intimidation. Don't you just love it when that happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the meeting commenced, I sat in that plush red stadium chair and thought, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I should just stick to production. I am good at it, and the competition is minimal. There are a lot of upsides to it. And really, what was I thinking, wanting to be an actor in THIS town?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, my beloved friend Courage decided right then to pay me a visit. I looked at these women who's mere presence prompted me to abandon my dreams, and realized I was not going to let my fear of them take any opportunity away from me. Yes, I may end up in production. I may never "cut it" as an actor. But there's no way I am going to choose that path because of FEAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also reminded myself that I am ME. No one else, no matter how good they are, can ever be Sarah. Even when surrounded by many other 5'9" brunettes, I am unique. And I need to stand confident in that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I saw past all my fears and hesitancy, I started to notice some things about my fellow new members. We were ALL nervous. Some looked it, some showed bravado to cover it up, and some just latched on to whomever happened to be sitting next to them. I was not alone in my fear and intimidation. We all needed a little courage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also struck by how many women felt the need to show their cleavage or overtly flirt with any male in their presence. I know this happens everywhere, but it runs rampant in the entertainment industry. It greatly saddens me that as women we feel this is all we have to offer. I was renewed in my commitment to hold to my integrity, and keep my dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to all of you who prayed for my monologue, you must have prayed real hard! So hard that I didn't have to do my monologue! We ran out of time - ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-4319853951384114333?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/4319853951384114333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=4319853951384114333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4319853951384114333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4319853951384114333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/07/confessions-of-aspiring-actress.html' title='Confessions of an aspiring actress'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-1850713444066207177</id><published>2009-07-27T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:55:52.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my casts :)</title><content type='html'>Here's a pic of one of my casts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sm4iF-XhAjI/AAAAAAAAAdw/IgD9_caBFWc/s1600-h/5731_891046588350_1903337_51226690_6099341_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sm4iF-XhAjI/AAAAAAAAAdw/IgD9_caBFWc/s320/5731_891046588350_1903337_51226690_6099341_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363261692281160242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Lloyd Pederson (Cornelius), Ren Bell (Shimmel), Melissa Soso (Maggie), Chris Winfield (Director) and Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-1850713444066207177?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/1850713444066207177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=1850713444066207177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1850713444066207177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1850713444066207177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-of-my-casts.html' title='One of my casts :)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sm4iF-XhAjI/AAAAAAAAAdw/IgD9_caBFWc/s72-c/5731_891046588350_1903337_51226690_6099341_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-2265680246329738729</id><published>2009-07-27T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:51:41.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Showing my chops!</title><content type='html'>Tonight is my first company meeting. And, to introduce me to everyone, they want me to perform my monologue in front of the whole company. Now I've performed in front of 70+ people before, but this audience is 70+ actors, directors, producers, agents, managers and writers. Who's been trying not to be nervous all day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I had lunch with an old Director buddy of mine, David, that he set up to introduce me to his Producer/Director/Playwright friend, Naisa. We immediately hit it off, and she would like me to Produce a play she's directing in Hollywood. I am SOOOOOOO excited for the doors God has been opening for me, and am thrilled at how much is happening (in such a short period of time!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a little prayer tonight around 7 as I do my best to wow them all with my acting chops!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-2265680246329738729?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/2265680246329738729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=2265680246329738729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2265680246329738729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2265680246329738729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/07/showing-my-chops.html' title='Showing my chops!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-1822944985904321005</id><published>2009-07-23T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:43:48.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my goodness I am doing it!</title><content type='html'>The last 8 months have been the most trying of my life. Bar none. I've learned more about myself, my beliefs, my God, my wants, my dreams and my future than I ever have before. EVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this long and difficult process, a new Sarah has emerged from a long-held cocoon. Certainly not a perfect Sarah, or even necessarily a better Sarah, but different. Changed. Resolved. Purposeful. Peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted that I decided to pursue a career in theatre. Maybe I'll be an actor. Maybe I'll be a director or producer. Maybe I will stay a Stage Manager. But I have to pursue it. I HAVE to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While plagued with nervousness and self-doubt, I took a giant step forward on Sunday and auditioned for the company I have been stage managing for. Auditioned to be an ACTOR. My hands were shaking, but I did it. And it felt GOOD. They said they would call me Sunday night and let me know either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night passed with no call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MILLION thoughts ran through my head. Everything I believed about myself in the past bubbled up and tried to defeat me. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm not good enough. And I never will be. It WAS just a college thing. I'm not cut out for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, the lies began to be replaced with the truth I have sought after so hard. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This doesn't define me. I am NOT worthless, I AM valuable. I can let this go. Everyone has been told "no" at some point, that does NOT determine my worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was emerging from the lies and standing in the truth, Wednesday  morning I got the call. They invited me to join. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how much this means to me. Much more than just giving me a chance to act and confirming that I have talent, this reminded me of God's goodness and love. That He hasn't forgotten me, even when I was so wrapped up in myself that I couldn't see him. And some days didn't even want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this story ends on a elated note, the most important lesson was to stop believing in the lies about myself that are embedded so deeply. I HAD to go through those 3 painful days of no call to fully know myself and emerge knowing where I stand. I know that the victory is in ME, in GOD, and my value will never be determined by a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, that is the real victory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-1822944985904321005?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/1822944985904321005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=1822944985904321005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1822944985904321005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1822944985904321005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-goodness-i-am-doing-it.html' title='Oh my goodness I am doing it!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-8668746354438804431</id><published>2009-07-22T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:21:08.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Weekend</title><content type='html'>Whew! I did it! One down, 4 more to go! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought opening weekend went well. There were bloopers of course, and those are the most fun so I will share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night: It was a GREAT Opening Night! And considering we were doing some new things that were added for the first time that night, no major mishaps! After wards we had a party, so I got to mingle with the cast and crew, without a task to accomplish, which was really nice. Sometimes I'm so "task-oriented" as the SM that I don't really get to enjoy my actors. They really are a great group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night: I was headed to the ticket booth to see if I needed to hold the house when I was surprised by my wonderful husband - roses in hand! He totally got me! Of course then I wanted it all to be perfect for him.....so I messed up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the cue to bring down the house lights to start the show, and there were still lights on. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bring down the house lights&lt;/span&gt; I said again. Our Lighting Designer looked at me weakly. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They are all the way down. Those are the director's lights.&lt;/span&gt; And those lights can only be turned off BACKSTAGE. Ahhh! One of the directors noticed and came up to the light booth to tell me he was going to run around and shut them off. Thankfully I don't think the audience noticed. At least when I asked Ryan if he saw my glaring error, he didn't guess it. He did however guess other things were wrong that weren't! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Matinee: I forgot a sound cue. Just totally forgot. Luckily, it was the least important one, and the audience had no idea. The actor teased me after wards though! At the end of the show, the Lighting Designer accidentally hit the light board, and the lights flickered. He got really embarrassed and upset and ended up jumping the next cue (instead of waiting for my call) which ended up being worse than the light flicker. But, I think it was a good learning experience for him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, all the props were on stage, all the actors made it onstage, and the audience laughed! What more can you ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-8668746354438804431?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/8668746354438804431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=8668746354438804431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8668746354438804431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8668746354438804431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/07/opening-weekend.html' title='Opening Weekend'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-7006711637960514245</id><published>2009-07-17T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:13:22.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or not!</title><content type='html'>It's Open Night! Here we go!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-7006711637960514245?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/7006711637960514245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=7006711637960514245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/7006711637960514245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/7006711637960514245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/07/ready-or-not.html' title='Ready or not!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-1460071001240927751</id><published>2009-07-15T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:08:29.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There was nothing to do....but laugh!</title><content type='html'>Last night I had what will go down as one of my top 10 moments from this show. Maybe even top 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be our second dress rehearsal (since we have our first preview tonight) but in reality it was more like our first run-thru, since it was the first time we had both lights AND sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally our lighting guy was going to run the lights and sound, but the second show has a lot of cues and he didn't feel comfortable doing both. So last night I got a crash course in running the sound &amp; worked with the director on where the cues need to come in. This was on top of my normal responsibilities, like changing the set, checking &amp; setting props, sweeping the stage, getting notes from the directors, checking the actors, calling out time warnings, running house lights and music, etc, etc. WHEW! Just in case you were wondering, stage managing is NOT glamorous (right Meaghan &amp; Megan?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we "open" tomorrow, stress levels were high last night. At one point I asked for a pair of scissors from our producer and his reply was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do I have to do everything?&lt;/span&gt; Ye-ah. No fun. We also had the Creative Director watching for the first time, so the Directors were feeling the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got it all done, and we started the show at 8:03pm. Not bad! First show started and went pretty well. Just a few minor adjustments needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second show started, and 5 minutes in I saw what I forgot. There is a clothes rack that gets pulled out in the show, and it needs to be set on the side of the left flat for easy access. It did not get set, and instead was behind the flat. Doesn't sound like that big of a deal right? WRONG. The flat is angled, and it usually takes two people to maneuver it around the corner into place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched from the light booth as the actor went over to pull out the rack, saw it wasn't there and went searching backstage. For the next full minute (this is LIGHT YEARS during a show) I listened to the actor grunt, groan and shove the rack onstage by himself. He took so long the other actor ad libbed &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can I help you with that?&lt;/span&gt; When he finally got it onstage, he was hiding a smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do? The only thing I could do! I laughed so hard I had tears running down my face! It was such a ridiculous moment, such a blunder, so obviously a mistake, that I was rolling on the floor. I couldn't get over how funny it all was. I did have enough composure to be grateful that this was a dress rehearsal, and not the real thing. This is why we have dress rehearsals! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part? After the run, NO ONE SAID ANYTHING TO ME ABOUT IT. I was like, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did they think that was supposed to happen?! Did they &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; that moment?&lt;/span&gt; LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-1460071001240927751?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/1460071001240927751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=1460071001240927751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1460071001240927751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1460071001240927751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-was-nothing-to-dobut-laugh.html' title='There was nothing to do....but laugh!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-3136981574096967935</id><published>2009-07-13T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:58:58.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Takin' it off</title><content type='html'>I don't normally post about this stuff, but now I've got to because I have spent the last two months literally working my butt off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a pretty good crash dieter. Never overweight, but had those stubborn few pounds that just wouldn't come off. Over the years I've ran for months at a time, given up desserts, used weights, played volleyball, ridden horses, had a gym membership, etc, etc. But it's been sporadic at best. Clothes get tight and I'm like alright, time to cut down/work out again. After a few months I get waylaid and stop. Rise and repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, two months ago, after reading a friend's blog about an exercise program she is doing that's working AMAZINGLY, I decided to do it too. It's called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jillian Micheal's 30 Day Shred&lt;/span&gt;. I did it the first day and I thought I was going to die. At minimum I walk the dog for 30-45 minutes everyday, so I'm not THAT out of shape. This video made me feel like I had never worked out a day in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept with it, only missing one day in the 30, due to ankle pain, and WOW have I noticed a difference! I haven't really lost weight, but I've toned up. And, I went from a size 10 to a loose 8! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 45 days, I dropped down to 4-5 days a week instead of 7. And, all the while I have been conscious of what I am eating. Meaning less chips and more fruits and veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of this experience, is that I finally feel like I have a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lifestyle&lt;/span&gt; I can live with. I am not denying myself sweets, but all is in moderation with an overall calorie count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan has noticed a difference and made comments, but he's paid to love me so you never can put too much stock into that :) Last night at rehearsal one of my actors said to me, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You are losing weight aren't you? I can totally tell! What's your secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so motivating to have someone notice and comment, who isn't related to me (hehe)! Yeah, the work is worth it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-3136981574096967935?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/3136981574096967935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=3136981574096967935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3136981574096967935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3136981574096967935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/07/takin-it-off.html' title='Takin&apos; it off'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-6616484189498842416</id><published>2009-07-10T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:24:50.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My silly man</title><content type='html'>I'll admit I knowingly entered into a marriage contract with a sleep walker/talker. I was warned. I've literally lost some sleep over it through the years, but man he gives me good stories to tell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me set the stage for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Last night, our bedroom. Sarah is sound asleep and thought Ryan was too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sarah, I couldn't turn the fan off, so I put it in the closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (waking up groggy and hearing the fan running full blast behind our closet door)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;...you couldn't turn it off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well, I guess I can unplug it. &lt;/span&gt;He reaches down and rips the cord from the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why didn't you just hit the 'off' button? &lt;/span&gt;I roll over and look at the clock. 3:27am. It hits me. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Are you being weird? You're sleeping aren't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: (pausing, waking up)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;...yeah. Sorry. Did you want the fan off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No! YOU turned it off! And I'm guessing we need it on because you do this when you are too warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan sheepishly goes into the closet, pulls out the fan, and plugs it back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping resumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I think I know a little bit what it must feel like to have Alzheimers. I have perfectly good reasoning for what I am doing, and then I wake up and realize I'm crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-6616484189498842416?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/6616484189498842416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=6616484189498842416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6616484189498842416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6616484189498842416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-silly-man.html' title='My silly man'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-3628861550666180326</id><published>2009-07-09T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:15:32.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you are Stage Managing a show when...</title><content type='html'>1) You find yourself unknowingly repeating lines of the play over and over again. You fall asleep this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The decision on whether cognac looks more like apple juice or tea becomes monumental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Your dog is running around the house crazed because she hasn't had a decent walk in days. Husband is doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The fridge is packed with frozen dinners, 2 liters, sandwiches and apples. This is all you will be eating for weeks. And by "fridge" I mean the fridge at work, since you are not going home anymore except to crash for a few hours. Home is now your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You tell yourself 10 times over &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I need to remember to fill that pitcher with water."&lt;/span&gt; It is also written on your hand. And in your Prompt book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) You schedule social engagements three weeks out, because that's when you have the first sight of free time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) You feel very clever that you saved yourself 30 seconds by changing into your tennis shoes while stopped at a red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) You begin to think strawberry Poptarts are nutritional, because hey, they have fruit in them right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) People may think you are goth because you will be wearing all black for the next 8 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) You are contemplating buying new underwear and socks because it's looking like laundry just isn't going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I love theatre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-3628861550666180326?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/3628861550666180326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=3628861550666180326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3628861550666180326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3628861550666180326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-you-are-stage-managing-show.html' title='You know you are Stage Managing a show when...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-6560333852196732763</id><published>2009-07-08T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:13:50.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My show!</title><content type='html'>Here's the link to my show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lcgrt.com/"&gt;Lonny Chapman Group Repertory Theatre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pushcart Peddlers &amp; 74 Georgia Avenue. I'm living and breathing it -- every night for the next two weeks until we open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SlYzTxO4gAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/AAjeCyHLj6M/s1600-h/schisgal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SlYzTxO4gAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/AAjeCyHLj6M/s320/schisgal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356525221530075138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-6560333852196732763?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/6560333852196732763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=6560333852196732763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6560333852196732763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6560333852196732763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-show.html' title='My show!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SlYzTxO4gAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/AAjeCyHLj6M/s72-c/schisgal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-8884320780174934638</id><published>2009-07-06T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:25:23.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Switzerland</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"A good stage manager must be all things to all people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that just sound lovely? The truth of it is, it's HARD. Especially when you have a combination of actors and a Director that battle it out WWIII style every time they are in a room together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Director is looking at you and saying &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aren't they just awful? Can you believe how bad they are tonight? &lt;/span&gt; and you are supposed to be the friend of the Director AND the actors, it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the actors look at you and say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She's sooo unreasonable! Why can't she just let us run the show?!&lt;/span&gt; it's hard to be on the side of the actors AND the Director. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is vital to my job that everyone trust, and respect (if not like) me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is, it's exactly what I need, and it's great practice. I just keep smiling, keeping right on task and wiggling my way out of sticky situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of yesterday's rehearsal, one of the producers called me over and thanked me for my presence. He apologized for putting me in such a hostile situation (even the producers don't come around much -- it's that bad). I said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No problem, I'm staying neutral. &lt;/span&gt;(brilliant thought occurs to me) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm Switzerland!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed and said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;That's great. They gave us some good grandfather clocks too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-8884320780174934638?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/8884320780174934638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=8884320780174934638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8884320780174934638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8884320780174934638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-switzerland.html' title='I am Switzerland'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-7061196316821877959</id><published>2009-07-04T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:56:27.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>Living in LA has it's hazards. No one likes the traffic, or the smog, or the throngs of people, but by far the WORST thing is that it feels like we are always saying goodbye to someone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, maybe not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;, but definitely a lot in the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zuma&lt;/span&gt; beach to hang out with and say goodbye to Meaghan &amp;amp; Jeremy. We met them over three years ago, in our very first small group. These two just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; like they belong together, and they really, really do. I've had the pleasure of having them work on the two Christmas shows I stage managed at Mosaic, and they are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;epitome&lt;/span&gt; of hard work, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;competency&lt;/span&gt; and strength. I LOVE working with them, camping with them and just sitting around relaxing. You guys will be missed! Can't wait to read all about your adventures in New Hampshire :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-7061196316821877959?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/7061196316821877959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=7061196316821877959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/7061196316821877959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/7061196316821877959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-goodbyes.html' title='More Goodbyes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-5076013471065470482</id><published>2009-07-01T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:14:16.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta stop.</title><content type='html'>It's been brought to my attention (by me) that I grit my teeth a LOT. In fact, after doing push-ups in the morning, the thing that hurts the most is my jaw because I grit my teeth so hard when I work out! AND, it is NOT good for my breathing! I also grit them when I talk to Kia. Why? Who knows! But I gotta stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also roll my eyes a lot. I don't mean to, it just happens!!! But, NOT professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh --- I gotta stop!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-5076013471065470482?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/5076013471065470482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=5076013471065470482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/5076013471065470482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/5076013471065470482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-gotta-stop.html' title='I gotta stop.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-3395162086923308554</id><published>2009-07-01T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:08:34.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm sorry, your beef is contaminated....err, maybe not."</title><content type='html'>I got a call from a 1-800 number this morning telling me that I might have purchased some beef at Food For Less that has been contaminated. Never fun to get that one! Luckily, I haven't been to Food For Less for months, so I think I'm ok. But I WILL check when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got another call, this time telling  me that the contamination call had been made in error, and all the food at RALPH'S was ok. Well, I did shop at Ralph's recently, and got beef there. Ralph's owns Food For Less, so maybe they made a mistake in the first message. Or they made a mistake in the second one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, how appealing does the meat in my fridge sound now?!?! YUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-3395162086923308554?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/3395162086923308554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=3395162086923308554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3395162086923308554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3395162086923308554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-phone-calls-and-some-weirdness.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m sorry, your beef is contaminated....err, maybe not.&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-3988626153905984428</id><published>2009-06-30T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:27:16.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'll just change my career.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's official!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stage managing a show that is not Mosaic or college! The theatre is called the Lonny Chapman Theatre, and it's located in North Hollywood. I am working on two one-act shows that will run together, called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;74 Georgia Avenue&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Pushcart Peddlers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal in this was to figure out if I really like theatre, when it's not in a nice Christian environment. The "real" world of theatre. WELL, at the 5th rehearsal, I was sitting in the front row taking notes when the Director and one of the actors started going at it. And I mean &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;screaming&lt;/span&gt; at each other. I thought for SURE the actor was going to walk out. And as I sat there, in the midst of huge conflict, I thought &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I would rather be here than anywhere else."&lt;/span&gt; Can you believe that? So, I decided, and Ryan is THRILLED, to pursue theatre full-time. No matter what I am doing in theatre, whether it's a SM, an actor, director, etc, I LOVE it. More than anything else (certainly any job) that I have done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, it means we will NOT be rich in the monetary sense, but I am so excited to pursue what it is that I love. And I realized that all that has really been holding me back all these years is fear. Fear that I don't know enough, or am not good enough, and fear of failure. Well I realized all those reasons are not good enough! :) I don't really know the "what now?" part of the plan, but we are figuring it out. Ideally I will find a full or part time theatre job that can start to wean me off my current job. I am also interested in getting my MFA, so we'll see how that fits into the plan. At this point I am just super excited and can't wait to see where this all heads!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in the LA area, and want to see my show, it goes up July 17 and runs for 6 weeks. More details to come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yeah, me doing a show while working full-time means BUSY. Sorry about the lack of blogging!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-3988626153905984428?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/3988626153905984428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=3988626153905984428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3988626153905984428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3988626153905984428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-its-official-i-am-stage-managing.html' title='I think I&apos;ll just change my career.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-6232986118121999769</id><published>2009-06-22T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:50:24.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rock: "Nothing is worth this."</title><content type='html'>That's what one of the inmates said about his stay at Alcatraz. We toured it on Sunday -- so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned, the condo we stayed at was awesome. One of the only not-so-amazing things about it was that it was on a hill. It was a beast to climb up at the end of the day, but a blast to go down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know if it was the large Starbucks coffee I had, or the fact that we were on vacation, or maybe because Dad woke us up that morning with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"RYAN! FRONT AND CENTER! We gotta go get some coffee!!"&lt;/span&gt; well, whatever it was, I had a little too much fun going down the hill at 8:00am on a Sunday morning and Ryan captured it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_tJpymDNI/AAAAAAAAA78/wBW4AEyX6Zk/s1600-h/P1010418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_tJpymDNI/AAAAAAAAA78/wBW4AEyX6Zk/s320/P1010418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350255632432106706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then Dad, never one to be left out of the fun, followed suit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_tJZnVYmI/AAAAAAAAA70/n4O46dKODoA/s1600-h/P1010417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_tJZnVYmI/AAAAAAAAA70/n4O46dKODoA/s320/P1010417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350255628089909858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why prisons are so interesting to me, but they are. It was crazy to see all the cells and hear the stories from inside of Alcatraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_14pVlPrI/AAAAAAAAA9U/8eHIIqicrsQ/s1600-h/P1010421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_14pVlPrI/AAAAAAAAA9U/8eHIIqicrsQ/s320/P1010421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350265235857292978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_xrldgZoI/AAAAAAAAA8s/T6JWqAdJHBQ/s1600-h/P1010423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_xrldgZoI/AAAAAAAAA8s/T6JWqAdJHBQ/s320/P1010423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350260613431977602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_xrLAx66I/AAAAAAAAA8k/9xrCODB3dVs/s1600-h/P1010437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_xrLAx66I/AAAAAAAAA8k/9xrCODB3dVs/s320/P1010437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350260606332169122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_xqozdqCI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Ip9ldN3HLz8/s1600-h/P1010441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_xqozdqCI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Ip9ldN3HLz8/s320/P1010441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350260597149509666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Graffiti from when the Native Americans were relocated here in the 70's&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_xqJAgMEI/AAAAAAAAA8M/4zzWs45ArOk/s1600-h/P1010446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_xqJAgMEI/AAAAAAAAA8M/4zzWs45ArOk/s320/P1010446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350260588614266946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_0KKof7FI/AAAAAAAAA9M/61slHoNV0M0/s1600-h/P1010448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_0KKof7FI/AAAAAAAAA9M/61slHoNV0M0/s320/P1010448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350263337829526610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;600 cells&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_0Jxo_1WI/AAAAAAAAA9E/EPZp0-_dwh4/s1600-h/P1010450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_0Jxo_1WI/AAAAAAAAA9E/EPZp0-_dwh4/s320/P1010450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350263331120731490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the more famous inmates: Al Capone, Robert Stroud and George "Machine Gun" Kelly&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_0JW_G7XI/AAAAAAAAA88/_xLkxRI-lyY/s1600-h/P1010455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_0JW_G7XI/AAAAAAAAA88/_xLkxRI-lyY/s320/P1010455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350263323965713778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A typical cell: 5x7 -- that's smaller than my area rug!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_0JGfmSJI/AAAAAAAAA80/GqAriS-rC1k/s1600-h/P1010474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_0JGfmSJI/AAAAAAAAA80/GqAriS-rC1k/s320/P1010474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350263319538583698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Homemade leverage got one man out, and led to the infamous three-day Battle of Alcatraz&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_41dnjoDI/AAAAAAAAA98/9LYhIMSkBPE/s1600-h/P1010469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_41dnjoDI/AAAAAAAAA98/9LYhIMSkBPE/s320/P1010469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350268479706734642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dummy heads: the ploy that got 3 guys out of Alcatraz. So the question is: did they live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_41PXlCaI/AAAAAAAAA90/fqxhI40dhvU/s1600-h/P1010501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_41PXlCaI/AAAAAAAAA90/fqxhI40dhvU/s320/P1010501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350268475881621922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo from Alcatraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_40VoHGeI/AAAAAAAAA9k/hDI6hikGeqA/s1600-h/P1010519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_40VoHGeI/AAAAAAAAA9k/hDI6hikGeqA/s320/P1010519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350268460381706722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our reenactment -- did we do ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_40E8zvxI/AAAAAAAAA9c/nmw1VKGVBYo/s1600-h/P1010518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_40E8zvxI/AAAAAAAAA9c/nmw1VKGVBYo/s320/P1010518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350268455905115922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Alcatraz we headed to Fisherman's Wharf to find some Clam Chowder in a bread bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SkAEUewWF6I/AAAAAAAAA-U/2Wk3uGN4aYM/s1600-h/P1010533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SkAEUewWF6I/AAAAAAAAA-U/2Wk3uGN4aYM/s320/P1010533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350281107215882146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found it!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Four please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SkAEUB8l9OI/AAAAAAAAA-M/srUqskAg3RY/s1600-h/P1010532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SkAEUB8l9OI/AAAAAAAAA-M/srUqskAg3RY/s320/P1010532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350281099482625250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended the trip with some gourmet s'mores from Woodhouse :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SkAET4hrCGI/AAAAAAAAA-E/qgMy8dWDg1o/s1600-h/P1010538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SkAET4hrCGI/AAAAAAAAA-E/qgMy8dWDg1o/s320/P1010538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350281096953792610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks M&amp;amp;D -- we had a BLAST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-6232986118121999769?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/6232986118121999769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=6232986118121999769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6232986118121999769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6232986118121999769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/06/rock-nothing-is-worth-this.html' title='The Rock: &quot;Nothing is worth this.&quot;'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_tJpymDNI/AAAAAAAAA78/wBW4AEyX6Zk/s72-c/P1010418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-2194072927445838569</id><published>2009-06-22T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:34:23.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I could live here.</title><content type='html'>BUT...I would be living in San Francisco solo since I am pretty sure Ryan wouldn't come and Kia would have no where to pee since there is no grass...so alas, I grudgingly came back to Los Angeles. But not without a TON of photos from our amazing trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in a family friend's condo. It's unbelievable. Underground parking, doorman, view of Alcatraz from the window and a 10-min walk to Fisherman's Wharf. It's no wonder I wanted to stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_d-zLLhBI/AAAAAAAAA58/xbeOa6vZNc8/s1600-h/P1010534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_d-zLLhBI/AAAAAAAAA58/xbeOa6vZNc8/s320/P1010534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350238953298166802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_uP_i8sdI/AAAAAAAAA8E/hxNTu1PS6AM/s1600-h/P1010430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_uP_i8sdI/AAAAAAAAA8E/hxNTu1PS6AM/s320/P1010430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350256840862904786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First stop: Round Pond Olive Oil in Napa Valley, CA&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_gznPliDI/AAAAAAAAA6E/DLDkdNsla6E/s1600-h/P1010370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_gznPliDI/AAAAAAAAA6E/DLDkdNsla6E/s320/P1010370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350242059651745842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_gz1Ua2qI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Eom7Zuv6RIc/s1600-h/P1010371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_gz1Ua2qI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Eom7Zuv6RIc/s320/P1010371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350242063430113954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next stop: St. Helena Olive Oil Company - Mom got truffle salt for Dad's home-made popcorn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_g0CWhAUI/AAAAAAAAA6U/JFBvGIr0zFE/s1600-h/P1010373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_g0CWhAUI/AAAAAAAAA6U/JFBvGIr0zFE/s320/P1010373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350242066928566594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then on to V. Sattui for wine tasting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_jmcOuftI/AAAAAAAAA60/WBMgCQqIKeg/s1600-h/P1010386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_jmcOuftI/AAAAAAAAA60/WBMgCQqIKeg/s320/P1010386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350245131891932882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_jmP0hUpI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Q71OJx0BwHc/s1600-h/P1010383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_jmP0hUpI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Q71OJx0BwHc/s320/P1010383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350245128560792210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_jlw2Cy8I/AAAAAAAAA6k/9axnol8S-XI/s1600-h/P1010378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_jlw2Cy8I/AAAAAAAAA6k/9axnol8S-XI/s320/P1010378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350245120245681090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_jlUTCmJI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ulHF8HCMkG4/s1600-h/P1010381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_jlUTCmJI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ulHF8HCMkG4/s320/P1010381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350245112582674578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't my parents so cute?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SkAF_FVyybI/AAAAAAAAA-c/zNWhOutECq4/s1600-h/P1010392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SkAF_FVyybI/AAAAAAAAA-c/zNWhOutECq4/s320/P1010392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350282938639632818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From there we headed to the charming little town of St. Helena for Woodhouse chocolate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_nVE0h5oI/AAAAAAAAA7M/9nAqyaW6g3Q/s1600-h/P1010398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_nVE0h5oI/AAAAAAAAA7M/9nAqyaW6g3Q/s320/P1010398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350249231596775042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_nVlJOcAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/2jhzOpZMicU/s1600-h/P1010397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_nVlJOcAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/2jhzOpZMicU/s320/P1010397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350249240273514498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last stop in Napa Valley: Black Stallion Winery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_nUzNR_CI/AAAAAAAAA7E/TogNFCmMhoI/s1600-h/P1010399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_nUzNR_CI/AAAAAAAAA7E/TogNFCmMhoI/s320/P1010399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350249226868751394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_nUlfKtRI/AAAAAAAAA68/7kgiDp_oz-g/s1600-h/P1010404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_nUlfKtRI/AAAAAAAAA68/7kgiDp_oz-g/s320/P1010404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350249223185675538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner back in the city at The Stinking Rose (hint: everything has garlic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_qfqHC7tI/AAAAAAAAA7s/4ts36vpzX7U/s1600-h/P1010409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_qfqHC7tI/AAAAAAAAA7s/4ts36vpzX7U/s320/P1010409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350252711940124370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_qfF1ZerI/AAAAAAAAA7c/CEh7lLLEXf4/s1600-h/P1010406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_qfF1ZerI/AAAAAAAAA7c/CEh7lLLEXf4/s320/P1010406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350252702202428082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_qfRrehQI/AAAAAAAAA7k/PXUZYi6R88U/s1600-h/P1010414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_qfRrehQI/AAAAAAAAA7k/PXUZYi6R88U/s320/P1010414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350252705382040834" border="0" /&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/22211021-2194072927445838569?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/2194072927445838569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=2194072927445838569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2194072927445838569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2194072927445838569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-i-could-live-here.html' title='I think I could live here.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sj_d-zLLhBI/AAAAAAAAA58/xbeOa6vZNc8/s72-c/P1010534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-1624484658151756829</id><published>2009-06-18T10:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:43:36.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That stinks.</title><content type='html'>After about a week at our new place, we noticed a gross smell in our house. I didn't share this before because it's natural to wonder&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; well, do you shower? do you clean? do you clean your shower?&lt;/span&gt; It's actually quite embarrassing to have people come over, although all of our friends are polite enough not to comment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amount of cleaning or candles or air fresheners was getting this smell out. We concluded that it smells the most when we use hot water, so the pipes might be bad. Yesterday our landlord came to check it out. Turns out, that our pipes leak so every time we shower, flush the toilet, wash dishes or wash our hands, that water (and anything else that might be in the water....)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; sits underneath our house. &lt;/span&gt; Yeah. THAT'S why it smells!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are fixing it today and we are hopeful we will have a non-smelly house soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-1624484658151756829?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/1624484658151756829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=1624484658151756829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1624484658151756829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1624484658151756829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-stinks.html' title='That stinks.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-8976190484756743572</id><published>2009-06-18T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:47:55.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Campers</title><content type='html'>Last weekend Ryan, Kia &amp; I met our friends Meaghan &amp; Jeremy for a last camping trip with them before the move East. It was only for one night, but SO refreshing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We camped at Mountain Oak campground in the San Bernadino mountains. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It was lovely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I are convinced that after our 36 hour road trip, everytime we pack the car and put Kia in she thinks it's going to be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt; until she gets out. So she sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sjp5r8x8_II/AAAAAAAAAdc/MZVPl0_hthY/s1600-h/P1010346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sjp5r8x8_II/AAAAAAAAAdc/MZVPl0_hthY/s320/P1010346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348721303412866178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy camper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sjp5rvmCqAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/eC2YH4VpH0M/s1600-h/P1010350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sjp5rvmCqAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/eC2YH4VpH0M/s320/P1010350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348721299873245186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaghan playing with our blur of a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sjp3p2bLg6I/AAAAAAAAAdM/4hbg3l8n52c/s1600-h/P1010351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sjp3p2bLg6I/AAAAAAAAAdM/4hbg3l8n52c/s320/P1010351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348719068323742626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would NOT be a camping trip without ladderball!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sjp3o2pOWWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/g-KW9XkzMD0/s1600-h/P1010356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sjp3o2pOWWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/g-KW9XkzMD0/s320/P1010356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348719051202779490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-8976190484756743572?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/8976190484756743572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=8976190484756743572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8976190484756743572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8976190484756743572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-campers.html' title='Happy Campers'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sjp5r8x8_II/AAAAAAAAAdc/MZVPl0_hthY/s72-c/P1010346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-2770057066362663702</id><published>2009-06-17T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:12:22.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco Treat!</title><content type='html'>My parents flew into San Fran today, and we are meeting them there this weekend. Whoo hoo!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine tasting, Stinking Rose, Fisherman's Wharf, sourdough bread, Ghirardelli chocolate, Alcatraz ---- HERE WE COME!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-2770057066362663702?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/2770057066362663702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=2770057066362663702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2770057066362663702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2770057066362663702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/06/san-francisco-treat.html' title='San Francisco Treat!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-5955064876354365901</id><published>2009-06-17T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:07:38.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me share a little secret with you.</title><content type='html'>I first found this cake in college at a after-performance drama party and I HAD to have the recipe. It did not disappoint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: I made it last night for our small group, and one guy, a GROWN MAN, asked for seconds, and then thirds!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the easiest thing to make in a crunch (and looks like you spent all day), and it works every time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pineapple Upside Down Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need:&lt;br /&gt;1 box yellow cake mix&lt;br /&gt;1 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 can halved pineapple (18oz)&lt;br /&gt;1 stick butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the cake batter as instructed on the box. Set aside. Take a 9x13 pan and melt the stick of butter in it over the stove. Once completely melted, stir in the brown sugar. Drain the pineapple and place it in the brown sugar/butter (I like to cut the halves in half, it makes cutting the cake easier later). Pour the cake batter on top of the pineapple/sugar/butter and bake as directed on the cake box (about 35 mins). Cool for 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To serve, cut an individual piece and flip it over. Garnish with Cool Whip &amp; a maraschino cherry. YUM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I would show you a picture, but I brought the rest of the cake to work and it's all gone now. Next time.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-5955064876354365901?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/5955064876354365901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=5955064876354365901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/5955064876354365901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/5955064876354365901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-me-share-little-secret-with-you.html' title='Let me share a little secret with you.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-2612518896573019289</id><published>2009-06-09T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:23:58.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's back.</title><content type='html'>Those were words I never wanted to utter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate got the news that his cancer is back. That's all I really have to say for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep praying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-2612518896573019289?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/2612518896573019289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=2612518896573019289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2612518896573019289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2612518896573019289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s back.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-3259154853093644008</id><published>2009-06-01T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:44:39.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without further adieu -- headshots!</title><content type='html'>These are my four favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiRn15M8ZHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/GlAM1oScrnw/s1600-h/3586998110_fdb09dff42_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiRn15M8ZHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/GlAM1oScrnw/s400/3586998110_fdb09dff42_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342509233554089074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiRn1uF1PbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/iGJKa8wNk1g/s1600-h/3586176165_7affc5a547_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiRn1uF1PbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/iGJKa8wNk1g/s400/3586176165_7affc5a547_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342509230571470258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiRn1X0bn6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/Nsf-XvQYKZc/s1600-h/3586987392_29130bbc33_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiRn1X0bn6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/Nsf-XvQYKZc/s400/3586987392_29130bbc33_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342509224592908194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiRn1BDBM_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/HaimsGMxukw/s1600-h/P1010304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiRn1BDBM_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/HaimsGMxukw/s400/P1010304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342509218480075762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the last one is my favorite, favorite :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-3259154853093644008?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/3259154853093644008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=3259154853093644008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3259154853093644008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3259154853093644008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/06/without-further-adieu-headshots.html' title='Without further adieu -- headshots!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiRn15M8ZHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/GlAM1oScrnw/s72-c/3586998110_fdb09dff42_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-4866438201624782338</id><published>2009-06-01T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:41:25.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot!</title><content type='html'>Since I am auditioning for this company, I need a head shot! One of the couples in our small group is a photographer, so I asked if he wouldn't mind shooting some for me. They came over on Sunday and we had a blast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loverly couple -- Aaron &amp; Roxanne (getting married in October!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiRGQ_nhL7I/AAAAAAAAAas/ABSWl3QOZ0I/s1600-h/P1010301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiRGQ_nhL7I/AAAAAAAAAas/ABSWl3QOZ0I/s320/P1010301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342472315737288626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photographer doing what he does best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiRGQQX7CzI/AAAAAAAAAak/ODTOViSAtvY/s1600-h/P1010309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiRGQQX7CzI/AAAAAAAAAak/ODTOViSAtvY/s320/P1010309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342472303055407922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started feeling a little like a movie star -- especially when the neighbor's started peaking out their windows :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiRGPyizxMI/AAAAAAAAAac/Zc0WGZcG7oM/s1600-h/P1010305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiRGPyizxMI/AAAAAAAAAac/Zc0WGZcG7oM/s320/P1010305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342472295048004802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiRGPrCqipI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ST_OshoWrpY/s1600-h/P1010306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiRGPrCqipI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ST_OshoWrpY/s320/P1010306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342472293034134162" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;*Head shots pics to come soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-4866438201624782338?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/4866438201624782338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=4866438201624782338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4866438201624782338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4866438201624782338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/06/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiRGQ_nhL7I/AAAAAAAAAas/ABSWl3QOZ0I/s72-c/P1010301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-5552134209365466649</id><published>2009-06-01T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:12:29.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A year ago today....</title><content type='html'>We adopted this little bo-bia, as we like to call her. I can't believe it's been a year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiREMhfbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaM/z_SAmyWC10c/s1600-h/Family+Photo+Shoot+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiREMhfbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaM/z_SAmyWC10c/s320/Family+Photo+Shoot+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342470039907545970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-5552134209365466649?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/5552134209365466649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=5552134209365466649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/5552134209365466649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/5552134209365466649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/06/year-ago-today.html' title='A year ago today....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SiREMhfbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaM/z_SAmyWC10c/s72-c/Family+Photo+Shoot+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-2716971108144499581</id><published>2009-05-29T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:12:20.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it went well</title><content type='html'>I did that house managing gig last night, and it felt SO good to be back in the theatre! I seriously love it. SO, at the end of the night, the Director says to me "you are such a natural, you just fit right in. I want you to come audition for me to be in this company." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me this afternoon to set up an appt for Tuesday. He asks if I have a monologue I can do. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ummmm, it's been three years since I auditioned....&lt;/span&gt;"Sure!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ryan! I need a monologue to audition for the company. Can you direct me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-2716971108144499581?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/2716971108144499581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=2716971108144499581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2716971108144499581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2716971108144499581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-it-went-well.html' title='I think it went well'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-4947017648575398449</id><published>2009-05-26T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:33:07.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad.</title><content type='html'>We've all had bad haircuts. They are not fun. For some unknown reason, I thought by 26 my bad haircut days were over. NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan &amp; I got haircuts together yesterday. They did him first and he looked awesome! Then I sit down and say "I just need a trim -- you know, clean it up a little."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hairstylist says "Great! I have a few ideas already." WARNING NUMBER 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes later, I am seeing LOTS of hair on the ground. More than you would expect for a trim. WARNING NUMBER 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a round of blow-drying, product upon product, and the straightener, she turns me around to face the mirror. One word came to mind: mullet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely Hubster has tried to console me, but I will not be consoled. He even pointed out a man with a real mullet to assure me that I didn't have one. I am not convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My typical solution to a bad haircut, or bad hair day, or a lazy day or any day for that matter, is a pony tail. Unfortunately, with this haircut, only the back of my hair is long enough for a pony. The top is too short and sticks out like dog ears. Sound mullet-ish to you?!?! So I will be wearing my hair half-up with a million bobby pins for the next 6 months. And crying. Lots and lots of crying while I tell myself not to be so vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-4947017648575398449?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/4947017648575398449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=4947017648575398449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4947017648575398449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4947017648575398449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad.html' title='Bad.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-2186466106728048432</id><published>2009-05-26T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:33:30.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the river and through the woods....</title><content type='html'>This is Kia this weekend on our hike up the Altadena Crest. Do you think she looks happy to be out running in the wild? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ShxDCI42OHI/AAAAAAAAAaA/YoCGAs7OJ-A/s1600-h/P1010269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ShxDCI42OHI/AAAAAAAAAaA/YoCGAs7OJ-A/s320/P1010269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340216962179283058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the trail was an old gold mine...hmm, we'll have to go panning for gold next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ShxDB1ljYNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/oqRTHCOjckQ/s1600-h/P1010281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ShxDB1ljYNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/oqRTHCOjckQ/s320/P1010281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340216956998082770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me, queen of the world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ShxDBrpLihI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3rR5OinG3FE/s1600-h/P1010287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ShxDBrpLihI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3rR5OinG3FE/s320/P1010287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340216954328943122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-2186466106728048432?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/2186466106728048432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=2186466106728048432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2186466106728048432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2186466106728048432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/05/over-river-and-through-woods.html' title='Over the river and through the woods....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ShxDCI42OHI/AAAAAAAAAaA/YoCGAs7OJ-A/s72-c/P1010269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-3668108563557121555</id><published>2009-05-26T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:59:27.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check!</title><content type='html'>One of my 2009 resolutions was to stage manage a show that was NOT for church or my college, since that's all I've done. I LOVE it, but thought, if I've never done it in the "real world" how can I be sure I love it, really? So, the resolution was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this week, through a connection through my church, I will get to check it off my list! It's a small community theatre that needs some Stage/house managing help. AND, they asked me if I was an actor, so this may open performance doors too???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-3668108563557121555?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/3668108563557121555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=3668108563557121555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3668108563557121555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3668108563557121555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/05/check.html' title='Check!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-5000543816402439604</id><published>2009-05-19T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:30:00.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could I be any more proud?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ShMhoDJsxcI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YLBDpdI-IRA/s1600-h/n63804099_30562481_5407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ShMhoDJsxcI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YLBDpdI-IRA/s320/n63804099_30562481_5407.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337646955288643010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret I love this man. I did, after all, agree to spend the rest of my life with him. And, it's no secret I think he's talented. I did, after all, move with him to Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I need to spend a little time telling you just how AMAZINGLY talented he is. Mostly because, he will never tell you this about himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan &amp; I started a drama ministry at our church, called Fusion. We realized pretty quickly that we were lacking writers. You can have all the best actors in the world, but if they don't have anything to perform you don't get very far! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ryan starts writing. And I am REALLY impressed by it. So we start performing his stuff. And it is GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation just happened yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;David (our Executive Director, who Ryan &amp; I report to): &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Did Ryan write that piece that was performed on Sunday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Seriously? It was really really solid. The characters were so real. Loved the moment when she points to her neck tattoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an email I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i didn't know if i mentioned this, but i really like ryan's writing.  it's quirky, clever, and there's something sweet about it, all wrapped into one.  i look forward to seeing and/or acting in more of his work onstage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another email: (from someone who didn't even know Ryan wrote it, or that we were married. You KNOW it's a true compliment then!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;By the way, I really like the Unexplainable script! It’s brilliant, we’re gonna try to use it sometime this series down at the mayan [another service our church has]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more amazing feedback I've gotten but you get the idea. Seriously, could I be any more proud?!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-5000543816402439604?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/5000543816402439604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=5000543816402439604' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/5000543816402439604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/5000543816402439604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/05/could-i-be-any-more-proud.html' title='Could I be any more proud?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ShMhoDJsxcI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YLBDpdI-IRA/s72-c/n63804099_30562481_5407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-2673698197455756118</id><published>2009-05-14T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:05:39.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll admit, it's kind of ridiculous.</title><content type='html'>How much we love this dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SgxdYiqZmVI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ggDXNoCLcMM/s1600-h/P1010234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SgxdYiqZmVI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ggDXNoCLcMM/s320/P1010234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335742334730082642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-2673698197455756118?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/2673698197455756118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=2673698197455756118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2673698197455756118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2673698197455756118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-admit-its-kind-of-ridiculous.html' title='I&apos;ll admit, it&apos;s kind of ridiculous.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SgxdYiqZmVI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ggDXNoCLcMM/s72-c/P1010234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-3819458342909756725</id><published>2009-05-13T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:52:28.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking under the influence</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago, Ryan, Kia &amp; I had a fantastic time hanging out with our friends Megan &amp; Bryan, and their doggie Roxie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kia &amp; Roxie hit it off, and spent lots of time chasing each other around their yard. When they got good and tired, Roxie went over to get a drink of water. The funny thing was, she laid down to drink out of her bowl! Ryan and I had never seen a dog do that before, so we were teasing Megan &amp; Bryan about their silly pup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend Ryan and I took Kia to a nearby park to run around while he &amp; I played Frisbee. It was hot, so I set some water out for her. A few minutes later, this is what we see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SgsGscE9EaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/StNZd11ifP8/s1600-h/P1010223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SgsGscE9EaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/StNZd11ifP8/s320/P1010223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335365544071467426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SgsGsFA-LlI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/yJ2S6MtbGRs/s1600-h/P1010224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SgsGsFA-LlI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/yJ2S6MtbGRs/s320/P1010224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335365537880747602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's such a wannabe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-3819458342909756725?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/3819458342909756725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=3819458342909756725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3819458342909756725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3819458342909756725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/05/drinking-under-influence.html' title='Drinking under the influence'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SgsGscE9EaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/StNZd11ifP8/s72-c/P1010223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-3763241506935517234</id><published>2009-05-12T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:49:16.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Love</title><content type='html'>Long before boys ever entered my life, I met the first love of my life. My horse, Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was thirteen my parents bought him for me. I was the happiest girl alive and I couldn't believe he was mine. Getting him hay &amp;amp; grain was the reason I got my first job. He was all my weekends, my summers -- my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This horse was FAR from perfect. He reared, he bucked. He got scared of funny-looking leaves. He HATED horse trailers, and one time it took me over 2 hours to get him in one. He broke my nose twice. My Dad used to call him "Nick the Knothead." And every time he came up with a new antic, I loved him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he put his mind to running, Nick was SO fast. He took my breath away. With his super smooth trot, we were champs at the egg &amp;amp; spoon race. And, once we took 2nd in an endurance race (12 miles). And yes, we failed dismally at every other competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly think the reason Nick and I worked so well is because I was the only one crazy enough to love this crazy, unpredictable horse. During my pivotal years of trying to figure out who I was, he remained the same. He was predictable in his unpredictable way. Whenever I was sad or lonely, he was always there for me. He was my childhood and took me well into my college years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved horse, my childhood joy, died over the weekend. I am deeply saddened and will miss him very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, I wish I could have seen you one last time. Taken one last romp around the field, and fed you way too many carrots. You could have bucked me off, and for once I wouldn't have been upset. I would have treasured it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, you were the velveteen rabbit. I grew older, got married, moved to a big city and left you behind. It was hard for me to go, but I knew that you wouldn't be happy here. I wanted you to have land to roam, and to be in places you knew. I am so grateful that you got to spend your last few years in that way. And even though I wasn't really there, you were in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to let you go, for in letting you go I let go a part of myself. But you will always be a part of my story, a big part. You can bet my kids will know who you were! You will be missed greatly, and treasured always. Thank you for bringing so much joy to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SgmoJR8ZAII/AAAAAAAAA50/2z8jHdPetks/s1600-h/MN+Fall+Visit+9.18.08+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SgmoJR8ZAII/AAAAAAAAA50/2z8jHdPetks/s320/MN+Fall+Visit+9.18.08+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334980110986051714" 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/22211021-3763241506935517234?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/3763241506935517234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=3763241506935517234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3763241506935517234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3763241506935517234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-love.html' title='My First Love'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SgmoJR8ZAII/AAAAAAAAA50/2z8jHdPetks/s72-c/MN+Fall+Visit+9.18.08+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-4526050185044288526</id><published>2009-05-06T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:54:54.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kia's present</title><content type='html'>With a gift card from Petco from M&amp;D, we got Kia a backpack for hiking and camping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how tolerant this dog is of stuff we put on her. She has yet to be phased by clothes, diapers, jingle bells and now backpacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to fill it up with a few things tomorrow when I walk her to see what she does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SgHOh1tCR6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/PiI_6Cc068c/s1600-h/P1010222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SgHOh1tCR6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/PiI_6Cc068c/s320/P1010222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332770514530355106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was good right? So where's my treat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SgHOhjvCI-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/B4BGmI-fSwk/s1600-h/P1010214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SgHOhjvCI-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/B4BGmI-fSwk/s320/P1010214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332770509706896354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-4526050185044288526?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/4526050185044288526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=4526050185044288526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4526050185044288526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4526050185044288526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/05/kias-present.html' title='Kia&apos;s present'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SgHOh1tCR6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/PiI_6Cc068c/s72-c/P1010222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-553212783161855159</id><published>2009-05-06T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:35:10.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Performing on stage together for the first time in four years, introducing.....</title><content type='html'>...Ryan &amp; Sarah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, it's been (over) 4 years since Ryan and I shared the stage. Can you believe that?! Well, that streak is coming to an end this weekend, as we will be performing (along with one other gal) at a women's brunch for church on Saturday morning. Yes, the Hubster is thrilled to perform in front of 500+ women. He will be one of only three men allowed in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we met doing theatre, and I vividly remember falling more in love with him every time he did his &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Much Ado About Nothing&lt;/span&gt; monologue, its a thrill to be able to perform together again. And while we will not be interacting directly, we WILL be playing boyfriend and girlfriend. After three and a half years of marriage, I hope we remember how to date! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-553212783161855159?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/553212783161855159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=553212783161855159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/553212783161855159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/553212783161855159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/05/performing-on-stage-together-for-first.html' title='Performing on stage together for the first time in four years, introducing.....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-3443616185014926445</id><published>2009-05-04T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:21:52.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a little nature</title><content type='html'>I was in need of nature, so on Saturday Ryan, Kia and I took a hike up historic Echo Mountain, just north of us in Altadena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sf9NZr-CKzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/B6erAh1sehM/s1600-h/P1010200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sf9NZr-CKzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/B6erAh1sehM/s320/P1010200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332065587524938546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sf9NZTDkx4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/LYUuM7wMDHQ/s1600-h/P1010193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sf9NZTDkx4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/LYUuM7wMDHQ/s320/P1010193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332065580837291906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sf9NY6RVHkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/vMM0Ud9gF_E/s1600-h/P1010205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sf9NY6RVHkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/vMM0Ud9gF_E/s320/P1010205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332065574184099394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sf9NYjaR6tI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1zVUAqqYYGE/s1600-h/P1010204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sf9NYjaR6tI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1zVUAqqYYGE/s320/P1010204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332065568047622866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sf9NYSwFiZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/L0M-Wg6I3ZM/s1600-h/P1010197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sf9NYSwFiZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/L0M-Wg6I3ZM/s320/P1010197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332065563575683474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-3443616185014926445?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/3443616185014926445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=3443616185014926445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3443616185014926445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3443616185014926445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-for-little-nature.html' title='Time for a little nature'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sf9NZr-CKzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/B6erAh1sehM/s72-c/P1010200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-192975275435966241</id><published>2009-05-04T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:02:38.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The not-so-welcoming Welcoming Committee</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, while putting things away in the kitchen I was greeted by the Welcome Home Committee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sf9JsxzHIBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/IEcxLw8IRtA/s1600-h/P1010210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sf9JsxzHIBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/IEcxLw8IRtA/s320/P1010210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332061517460742162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A black widow spider. EKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully Ryan, my hero, killed it. But seriously not fun to find one of those in your house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-192975275435966241?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/192975275435966241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=192975275435966241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/192975275435966241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/192975275435966241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-so-welcoming-welcoming-committee.html' title='The not-so-welcoming Welcoming Committee'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sf9JsxzHIBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/IEcxLw8IRtA/s72-c/P1010210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-8476749272482735306</id><published>2009-04-30T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:05:21.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night with the D's</title><content type='html'>Here's some highlights of our last hang out night with H&amp;amp;C in LA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me making fajitas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfoHnSr-72I/AAAAAAAAAX0/4lD-pGP-PlE/s1600-h/P1010135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfoHnSr-72I/AAAAAAAAAX0/4lD-pGP-PlE/s320/P1010135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330581480559013730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first time hosting in the new house and our last time hosting the D's = bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfoHnLNY_cI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7va0fy33tko/s1600-h/P1010136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfoHnLNY_cI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7va0fy33tko/s320/P1010136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330581478551649730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doggies reunite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfoHnHi_XII/AAAAAAAAAXk/fufYmh-P5A8/s1600-h/P1010145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfoHnHi_XII/AAAAAAAAAXk/fufYmh-P5A8/s320/P1010145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330581477568502914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan capturing the wild puppies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfoFbkkbIvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/GvAi_rsGUao/s1600-h/P1010154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfoFbkkbIvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/GvAi_rsGUao/s320/P1010154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330579080177459954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing Monopoly as our last game (Ryan's request)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfoFbY06HWI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ZSlMizAgCO8/s1600-h/P1010159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfoFbY06HWI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ZSlMizAgCO8/s320/P1010159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330579077025373538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan losing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfoFbJT9_sI/AAAAAAAAAXM/envJZ4gRK7Y/s1600-h/P1010163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfoFbJT9_sI/AAAAAAAAAXM/envJZ4gRK7Y/s320/P1010163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330579072860683970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holly was the winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfoFa8e994I/AAAAAAAAAXE/0wpG-P-AoGI/s1600-h/P1010171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfoFa8e994I/AAAAAAAAAXE/0wpG-P-AoGI/s320/P1010171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330579069417158530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my chat with Cash, in which I told her she can never love another dog like she loves Kia, and that when they see each other again someday I hope they are still friends. This picture makes me cry, cause I was definitely crying then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfoFao1DjsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wbbmDCvFByc/s1600-h/P1010174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfoFao1DjsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wbbmDCvFByc/s320/P1010174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330579064141090498" 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/22211021-8476749272482735306?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/8476749272482735306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=8476749272482735306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8476749272482735306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8476749272482735306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-night-with-ds.html' title='Last night with the D&apos;s'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfoHnSr-72I/AAAAAAAAAX0/4lD-pGP-PlE/s72-c/P1010135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-901264659122907342</id><published>2009-04-30T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:57:41.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Killer Toilet Paper</title><content type='html'>This morning, when she went outside, Kia spotted IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She crouched over, raised the hair on her back and slowly crept forward to see what would DARE come that close to her fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stops, eying it carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more step forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A low, warning growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly a happy tail wag when she realizes it was just some toilet paper rolls our housemates had left us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing she checked it out -- you just never know what a roll of toilet paper might do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-901264659122907342?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/901264659122907342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=901264659122907342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/901264659122907342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/901264659122907342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/killer-toilet-paper.html' title='The Killer Toilet Paper'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-4542588922632792243</id><published>2009-04-29T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:57:14.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big House</title><content type='html'>When you are moving into a big house you say, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I can't believe how big this house is!! It's awesome!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are moving out of a big house you say, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I can't believe how big this house is!!! It's AWFUL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-4542588922632792243?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/4542588922632792243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=4542588922632792243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4542588922632792243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4542588922632792243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-house.html' title='Big House'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-5526971270693636395</id><published>2009-04-29T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:55:42.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when....</title><content type='html'>You have a house full of boxes waiting to be unpacked...&lt;br /&gt;You have garbage to take out...&lt;br /&gt;You have dishes in the sink with no soap (cause it's packed)...&lt;br /&gt;You have only been sleeping 6-7 hours a night...&lt;br /&gt;You have been cleaning and repairing your old place the last few days...&lt;br /&gt;And you have to put dinner in the crockpot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are late to work ---- ALL WEEK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-5526971270693636395?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/5526971270693636395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=5526971270693636395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/5526971270693636395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/5526971270693636395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happens-when.html' title='What happens when....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-8331366420067158784</id><published>2009-04-29T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:51:50.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After 11 months of training...</title><content type='html'>You would think by now that when I let Kia outside in the morning, she knows it's to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do her business.&lt;/span&gt; We've only done this EVERY MORNING since we got her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But NOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning she just looks at me like, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if she doesn't have to go, she usually gives a cursory squat (squats like she is peeing, but really isn't) to show that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yes, I know what you want, but I aint got none in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour of letting her out and then putting her back in her kennel when she wouldn't pee, I finally had to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now she's Ryan's problem! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-8331366420067158784?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/8331366420067158784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=8331366420067158784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8331366420067158784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8331366420067158784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-11-months-of-training.html' title='After 11 months of training...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-8199414787966487063</id><published>2009-04-28T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:10:31.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What about me?!</title><content type='html'>When I was hired, I was told my hours were 9am-5:30pm (half hour for lunch). Well, over the year and 1/2 that I have been here, I am the only one that arrives at 9. Everyone else rolls in between 9:15-9:45, even sometimes creeping into 10 o'clock. Gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually really don't mind, since it gives me a few extra moments to get my head into the game for the day and make my much-needed morning cup of joe in peace. I know I am not truly a coffee addict since I get up, walk the dog, eat breakfast, get ready for work, go to work and THEN drink my cup of coffee, but by 10am, if I haven't had caffeine, WATCH OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last week it was 9:15am and I am sitting at my desk waiting for my email to upload when I heard the fire alarm in our building go off. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WHAT?&lt;/span&gt; I realize I have no clue what I am supposed to do! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stop, drop and roll?&lt;/span&gt; No, that's only if I'm on fire. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Touch the all the doors to see if they are hot? &lt;/span&gt;Probably not a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am pondering where to go and what to do, a very nice recording comes on and tells me that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"a fire alarm has been pullled. Please proceed to the nearest stairwell and exit the building. Do not take the elevators."&lt;/span&gt; Thanks nice lady! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do a quick peak into the other offices, just to double-check that I am in fact all alone, and then head to the stairs. One problem. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where are the stairs?!&lt;/span&gt; I look left and see the back of a woman going through a door. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone else is chumming along down the stairs with their coworkers, I am thinking &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I can't believe they left me all alone! I could've died in a fire! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once outside, I called my one other coworker who is usually in by 9:20, and he tells me he just pulled in and they are directing him outside. I say, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I had no clue what to do in a fire in our building! I wonder who started it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coworker says, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they told us they would be doing a drill sometime today. Didn't you see the memo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-8199414787966487063?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/8199414787966487063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=8199414787966487063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8199414787966487063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8199414787966487063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-about-me.html' title='What about me?!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-1602896887702368884</id><published>2009-04-27T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:28:50.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adjustment: Our California Family</title><content type='html'>On Saturday night, somewhere between unpacking the bowls and the salad plates, big fat drops started creeping out my eyes and down my cheeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the excitement and stress of moving out and into a new place is (almost) over, it's really hitting me that we are losing our housemates. They are packing up all their stuff as well and moving back to Colorado, where they came from. They are (most likely) not coming back. Ever. And even if they did, it wouldn't be at least for a few years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This couple is not just our "housemates," they are our closest friends. The irony is, that as I stood there in my new house, finally getting the space to myself that I wanted, all I really wanted to do was run back to the house and have things stay the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really sad weekend for me. And you know what, I am ok with being sad.  Because this IS sad. It's a chapter in our lives that is coming to an end. It's hard to say goodbye to good friends. REALLY hard. It's hard because they have enriched our lives so much and will leave a hole when they go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that, the enrichment they have given us, is the beautiful thing I will keep and cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfYi1WqBhJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/IN5dL7-pyB8/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfYi1WqBhJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/IN5dL7-pyB8/s320/Thanksgiving+2008+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329485509049812114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-1602896887702368884?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/1602896887702368884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=1602896887702368884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1602896887702368884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1602896887702368884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/adjustment.html' title='The Adjustment: Our California Family'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfYi1WqBhJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/IN5dL7-pyB8/s72-c/Thanksgiving+2008+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-5652556322512884811</id><published>2009-04-27T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:55:12.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day!</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the highlights from moving day on Saturday. Can I just say we have amazing friends that helped us move!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SfX9en7JlyI/AAAAAAAAA40/j5vPsrKLOvc/s1600-h/P1010102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SfX9en7JlyI/AAAAAAAAA40/j5vPsrKLOvc/s320/P1010102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329444436617828130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SfX9fdffC8I/AAAAAAAAA5M/WU_HpFbuTos/s1600-h/P1010106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SfX9fdffC8I/AAAAAAAAA5M/WU_HpFbuTos/s320/P1010106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329444450997308354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SfX9fAC8b4I/AAAAAAAAA5E/o6jL1qt1aMY/s1600-h/P1010105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SfX9fihy3_I/AAAAAAAAA5U/pFqN18pKF_0/s320/P1010107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329444452349173746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SfX_IYKlssI/AAAAAAAAA5s/jJVw_28IZTE/s1600-h/P1010119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SfX_IYKlssI/AAAAAAAAA5s/jJVw_28IZTE/s320/P1010119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329446253453750978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SfX_IO_5RcI/AAAAAAAAA5c/7cARDjuZcYI/s1600-h/P1010124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SfX_IO_5RcI/AAAAAAAAA5c/7cARDjuZcYI/s320/P1010124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329446250992977346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SfX_ILDd3DI/AAAAAAAAA5k/IyUlnyrv7wY/s1600-h/P1010123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SfX_ILDd3DI/AAAAAAAAA5k/IyUlnyrv7wY/s320/P1010123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329446249934216242" 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/22211021-5652556322512884811?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/5652556322512884811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=5652556322512884811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/5652556322512884811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/5652556322512884811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SfX9en7JlyI/AAAAAAAAA40/j5vPsrKLOvc/s72-c/P1010102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-1766874267264878446</id><published>2009-04-27T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:56:53.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>I took Friday off of work cause we needed to pack and cause it was my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan gave me LOST season 1 (we've never watched an episode!) and a super cute yellow shirt. Do you love his wrapping? Yes, that is an electric cord wrapped in a bow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfX6EYG6QQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/q34fPkauKkI/s1600-h/P1010072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfX6EYG6QQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/q34fPkauKkI/s320/P1010072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329440687160705282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then he took me to Starbucks for some coffee and an apple fritter. Yum!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfX6DzApQNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/r6b77LxVfmo/s1600-h/P1010077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfX6DzApQNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/r6b77LxVfmo/s320/P1010077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329440677202313426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then got the keys to the cottage and spent the rest of the day packing and jammin' to some tunes while we did it. It was actually really pleasant and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfX6EPFYAdI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ihxUKBnfTfg/s1600-h/P1010079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfX6EPFYAdI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ihxUKBnfTfg/s320/P1010079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329440684738347474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had dinner at Buca di Bepo, my choice. I got free birthday cake, which was so tasty, and they didn't even sing at my request. I hate being sung to by strangers at a restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfX6DoaWOMI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vyazYmJsWtk/s1600-h/P1010099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfX6DoaWOMI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vyazYmJsWtk/s320/P1010099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329440674357328066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-1766874267264878446?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/1766874267264878446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=1766874267264878446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1766874267264878446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1766874267264878446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SfX6EYG6QQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/q34fPkauKkI/s72-c/P1010072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-7781598667420618450</id><published>2009-04-22T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:02:47.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living out of boxes: Day 1</title><content type='html'>Wake up at 7 to take Kia for a walk. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hmmm...where are my t-shirts? Oh, that's right, I packed them last night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Grab a tank instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk the puppy, and then come back to get ready for work. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where's my belt?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh, packed. No problem, I will wear belt-free pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the three pairs of shoes I haven't packed yet. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Brown flip flops it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What are we eating the next three days? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We are going out to dinner the next three nights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But that's just dinner, what about breakfast and lunch?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There's cereal and milk. I kept 2 bowls out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FOR BOTH MEALS?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-7781598667420618450?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/7781598667420618450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=7781598667420618450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/7781598667420618450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/7781598667420618450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/living-out-of-boxes-day-1.html' title='Living out of boxes: Day 1'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-8273923322263448870</id><published>2009-04-20T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:59:52.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean a little, pack a little, clean a little, pack a little...</title><content type='html'>This will be our life this week and next. It's not glamorous and we do it WAY too often! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pics when we are in our new place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-8273923322263448870?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/8273923322263448870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=8273923322263448870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8273923322263448870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8273923322263448870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/clean-little-pack-little-clean-little.html' title='Clean a little, pack a little, clean a little, pack a little...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-4460964579559182267</id><published>2009-04-20T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:57:02.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We got a camera!!!</title><content type='html'>Here's some of the first photos: we got to commemorate with Lisa here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we ARE at the beach, but that doesn't mean we are tan! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sez9QTzfdoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/V9KPoLXXQ0o/s1600-h/P1010055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sez9QTzfdoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/V9KPoLXXQ0o/s320/P1010055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326910915908433538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sez9QJ8MO6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/1qp2xnHntes/s1600-h/P1010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sez9QJ8MO6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/1qp2xnHntes/s320/P1010045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326910913260567458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cute beach site :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sez9PyidXbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4sntuP-ktCA/s1600-h/P1010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sez9PyidXbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4sntuP-ktCA/s320/P1010046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326910906978622898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sez9PhSR2fI/AAAAAAAAAV0/eOTLrcyCTGQ/s1600-h/P1010042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sez9PhSR2fI/AAAAAAAAAV0/eOTLrcyCTGQ/s320/P1010042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326910902347356658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-4460964579559182267?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/4460964579559182267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=4460964579559182267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4460964579559182267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4460964579559182267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-got-camera.html' title='We got a camera!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sez9QTzfdoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/V9KPoLXXQ0o/s72-c/P1010055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-6519570978646412284</id><published>2009-04-15T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:13:09.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Country in the City</title><content type='html'>For Ryan's birthday, he wanted to go shoot the gun he got from his dad at Christmas time. I was a little nervous having never shot a gun before, but I bucked up for my honey's b-day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the shots &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(pun fully intended)&lt;/span&gt; from the evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan beforehand -- he's excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SeYVHsEaf0I/AAAAAAAAAVs/Ngy_lUuGQnA/s1600-h/Ryan+Before.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SeYVHsEaf0I/AAAAAAAAAVs/Ngy_lUuGQnA/s320/Ryan+Before.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324966831245131586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan about to shoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SeYVHV-PASI/AAAAAAAAAVk/VfbvN44JlfA/s1600-h/Ryan+Posing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SeYVHV-PASI/AAAAAAAAAVk/VfbvN44JlfA/s320/Ryan+Posing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324966825313632546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me about to shoot for the first time! (I look excited, but I was nervous!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SeYUsgIO5SI/AAAAAAAAAVc/DtVBO7GW7Vc/s1600-h/Sarah+Shooting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SeYUsgIO5SI/AAAAAAAAAVc/DtVBO7GW7Vc/s320/Sarah+Shooting.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324966364183455010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SeYUscSVc2I/AAAAAAAAAVU/hnZQMBEdbSU/s1600-h/Sarah+Shooting+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SeYUscSVc2I/AAAAAAAAAVU/hnZQMBEdbSU/s320/Sarah+Shooting+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324966363152085858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shots! I didn't do too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SeYUscOqAII/AAAAAAAAAVM/14xDIPlRT44/s1600-h/Sarahs+Range.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SeYUscOqAII/AAAAAAAAAVM/14xDIPlRT44/s320/Sarahs+Range.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324966363136655490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's expert shots...he's had a little more practice than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SeYUsOmdgzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Kr3FoiriF2g/s1600-h/Ryans+Range.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SeYUsOmdgzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Kr3FoiriF2g/s320/Ryans+Range.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324966359478403890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-6519570978646412284?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/6519570978646412284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=6519570978646412284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6519570978646412284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6519570978646412284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/country-in-city.html' title='Country in the City'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SeYVHsEaf0I/AAAAAAAAAVs/Ngy_lUuGQnA/s72-c/Ryan+Before.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-2114712516024161314</id><published>2009-04-14T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:28:24.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We got it!!!</title><content type='html'>Yay! We got the cottage!! I am so super pumped! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year Ryan got an agent on his birthday, and this year we got a place to live! I think his birthday is a good day for things to happen! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, since we are moving from a 4 bedroom to a 1 bedroom, time to downsize...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-2114712516024161314?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/2114712516024161314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=2114712516024161314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2114712516024161314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/2114712516024161314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-got-it.html' title='We got it!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-7573651392530151533</id><published>2009-04-14T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:24:21.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy!</title><content type='html'>In case you didn't guess, April is the month of birthdays for a lot of us in the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my love's birthday!!! Ryan is 26 years old today. Young by most people's standards, but he's feeling old already :) Well, the acting industry IS a whole different ball game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to the man that makes me happier than I ever thought I could be. I think 26 will be a GREAT year for you. I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SeTUXqoO5mI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VAenJNsxOuA/s1600-h/large_birthday_boy_cake_toy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SeTUXqoO5mI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VAenJNsxOuA/s320/large_birthday_boy_cake_toy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324614162503886434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we are still waiting to hear about the cottage...I have been exchanging emails with the landlord this morning, but nothing is certain yet. Stay tuned!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-7573651392530151533?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/7573651392530151533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=7573651392530151533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/7573651392530151533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/7573651392530151533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SeTUXqoO5mI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VAenJNsxOuA/s72-c/large_birthday_boy_cake_toy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-882518118534210565</id><published>2009-04-13T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:28:38.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swedish heritage</title><content type='html'>Ryan is 100% Swedish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 100% mutt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Ryan's Grandma when she met me, "Well, at least she's cute!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is very proud to be Swedish, (and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; occasionally&lt;/span&gt; lords it over me....) as he well should be. I don't meet too many people that are purebreds anymore :) It's been a running joke with Ryan &amp;amp; I that I have ruined the family line with my non-Swedishness (sorry R&amp;amp;P!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, yesterday we were eating Easter dinner, and Ryan turns to me and says "I am glad we don't eat Swedish food. It's so bland. Those sweeds really don't know how to cook."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh really Mr. Swedish!?!?! I just started laughing. Maybe he's not really TOO upset that I'm not Swedish since I don't make Swedish food! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-882518118534210565?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/882518118534210565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=882518118534210565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/882518118534210565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/882518118534210565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/swedish-heritage.html' title='Swedish heritage'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-7319164706312449451</id><published>2009-04-13T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:20:59.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week this will be!</title><content type='html'>Ever since I learned of the word "anxious" I have used it a lot. I love that it means excited &amp;amp; nervous -- cause I feel like that happens to me a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anxious for this week. Nervous because we should find out today if we got the cottage or not, and excited because my beloved friend Lisa is coming to visit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better than her visiting, is the fact that she is coming to visit because in August she will be coming to live here! I am beside myself. Lisa is the one friend I ALWAYS see when I am back in MN. I just love the girl! I am thrilled that she will be moving to Cali -- I always knew I would get one of my friends out here! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying REALLY hard not to be nervous about whether or not we get the cottage, but it's hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a big week.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-7319164706312449451?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/7319164706312449451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=7319164706312449451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/7319164706312449451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/7319164706312449451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-week-this-will-be.html' title='What a week this will be!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-1771444624039279821</id><published>2009-04-12T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:49:22.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>In the tradition of my family...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is Risen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is Risen indeed! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the Easter cupcakes I made to share today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SeIbba463QI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Q41uaV82uqo/s1600-h/Cupcakes!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SeIbba463QI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Q41uaV82uqo/s320/Cupcakes!.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323847867393826050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jelly beans -- yum! Hope you all have a great holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-1771444624039279821?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/1771444624039279821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=1771444624039279821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1771444624039279821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1771444624039279821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SeIbba463QI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Q41uaV82uqo/s72-c/Cupcakes!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-4952614860063737664</id><published>2009-04-11T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:45:16.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>It's the birthday of one of the most loveliest women I know, my MOMMA!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Mom! Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SeFjsDrfK6I/AAAAAAAAA4k/C8vgmV1F8rg/s1600-h/happy-birthday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SeFjsDrfK6I/AAAAAAAAA4k/C8vgmV1F8rg/s320/happy-birthday.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323645843081735074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-4952614860063737664?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/4952614860063737664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=4952614860063737664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4952614860063737664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4952614860063737664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SeFjsDrfK6I/AAAAAAAAA4k/C8vgmV1F8rg/s72-c/happy-birthday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-5490163285387055530</id><published>2009-04-11T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:37:16.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Houses!</title><content type='html'>Ryan and I officially started the hunt for a new place this week and it didn't start off so good. The first two places were a definite "no."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I did my best to ward off the looming panic that we might not find something that worked, we checked out another place. This one has a small yard, but the house has a large living room, front private patio, mud room and fireplace. We really liked it and got an application.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we looked at five places. That's right FIVE. It was a marathon! The first one we looked at I fell in love with. Private &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;back house&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PICKET&lt;/span&gt; fence with a huge grass yard for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kia&lt;/span&gt;, brand new carpet, patio, beautiful light fixtures and coloring. It's SUPER CUTE. It's a little further away from the freeway than we would like to be, but we can deal. We got an application and the landowner said they have already had two people turn in applications yesterday, and he will run credit checks Monday. We checked out all the other places (that we didn't like for various reasons) and then filled out the application and brought it back to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;considered&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, we are going up against two other people, but here's hoping I have better credit!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this house doesn't work, we will shoot for the other one we found, which would work out just fine for us too. Send up some prayers it all pans out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-5490163285387055530?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/5490163285387055530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=5490163285387055530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/5490163285387055530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/5490163285387055530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/houses.html' title='Houses!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-1986880809670694149</id><published>2009-04-02T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:34:09.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time!</title><content type='html'>I write this by the glow of the neon lights, as I am currently in Vegas for work. While flying here, getting a rental car, staying at the MGM Grand and getting to eat out for every meal is a nice perk of being here, Vegas just isn't the same when your boss is giving you work to do in every spare moment. If only I could take the perks I get and combine that with my Ryan vacations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get back tomorrow, we are going to tackle the rental housing market! Yep, that's right, it's been almost a year in the house and we are moving out at the end of the month! Don't even ask me how excited I am to have our own place again :) It's crunch time now, since we are in to April, but SO many places are available -- for cheap. The market is crazy right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will have good news to share soon of a new house and some pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-1986880809670694149?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/1986880809670694149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=1986880809670694149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1986880809670694149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1986880809670694149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-5815740965063516660</id><published>2009-04-01T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:10:35.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to the baby!</title><content type='html'>Our little Kia turned a year old today! And that's not even a joke! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we've had her 10 months already. She's grown so big, and is still our little lovebug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the birthday girl with her birthday presents! (take with Ryan's camera phone...I know, I know we NEED to get a camera...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SdO6_Dh6g6I/AAAAAAAAAUY/bHZNGLlzpFo/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SdO6_Dh6g6I/AAAAAAAAAUY/bHZNGLlzpFo/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319801177296765858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got a HUGE bone, a squeaky toy, a card from R&amp;P and WET DOG FOOD for breakfast (she goes INSANE over wet food!) -- it's safe to say this was the greatest day of her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Kia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-5815740965063516660?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/5815740965063516660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=5815740965063516660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/5815740965063516660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/5815740965063516660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-baby.html' title='Happy Birthday to the baby!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SdO6_Dh6g6I/AAAAAAAAAUY/bHZNGLlzpFo/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-124423935283019427</id><published>2009-03-31T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:40:19.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dynamic Duo</title><content type='html'>This weekend we will be doing a piece at church that Ryan wrote and I am directing. Is that a Dynamic Duo or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nervous, but trying really hard not to be. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's all just energy...convert it to positive energy." &lt;/span&gt;(that's my communication classes coming back to me). This is the first time I have directed something alone. I've been an AD (assistant director) before, but now I am flying solo! I love the piece Ryan wrote, and feel really attached to it. My actors are really talented (which is good and bad. Good that they are talented, bad cause they have more experience than me and I am intimidated!!!) I trust myself, and think I have a good eye for directing, so I need to be confident. I told Ryan he needs to be my cheerleader :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got our first rehearsal tonight, and somewhere in there I need to do laundry and pack again for Vegas since I leave tomorrow. Livin' it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-124423935283019427?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/124423935283019427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=124423935283019427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/124423935283019427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/124423935283019427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/03/dynamic-duo.html' title='Dynamic Duo'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-1344485934859287805</id><published>2009-03-30T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:47:44.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're BAAAAACKKKK!</title><content type='html'>After going to Minnesota for work, being home 2 days and then driving to Vegas for vacation for 3 days, I am home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until Wed when I fly back to Vegas for work, and then next week to Dallas. While I may be super busy, you won't hear me complainin'! Work = paycheck and that aint bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did another timeshare presentation in Vegas, to get our almost-free hotel room. Once again, AWESOME. Although we learned that they won't be doing stuff like that anymore, cause it doesn't sell a lot of timeshares. All it does is get cheapies like us who want a vacation for $49 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who did the presentation for us was named Star. We should have known right there that we had a real winner. He proceeded to be WAY too candid with us, telling us about his illegal unemployment checks, his weed smoking, his girlfriend who he makes stay at home to collect welfare, his undying love for money and his gambling days. While being really funny and entertaining, he was also one of the worst people I have ever met. I left feeling like I needed to take another shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SO nice to spend 2 1/2 days with just Ryan. Man I love that man. We have such a good time together, and we are really enjoying this freedom stage of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit horrendous traffic on the way back, and didn't get home until 11pm. When we arrived Ryan had to see the baby, so we let Kia out of her kennel. She squealed and jumped around for a good 5 minutes she was so happy to see us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives the best "welcome home" greetings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-1344485934859287805?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/1344485934859287805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=1344485934859287805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1344485934859287805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/1344485934859287805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-baaaaackkkk.html' title='We&apos;re BAAAAACKKKK!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-6978543370285212166</id><published>2009-03-26T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:28:03.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed this little booger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ScutCd8bhWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/J3m6ho90l2g/s1600-h/Cute+Kia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ScutCd8bhWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/J3m6ho90l2g/s320/Cute+Kia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317534042950436194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-6978543370285212166?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/6978543370285212166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=6978543370285212166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6978543370285212166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6978543370285212166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-missed-this-little-booger.html' title='I missed this little booger!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ScutCd8bhWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/J3m6ho90l2g/s72-c/Cute+Kia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-6161973849811711857</id><published>2009-03-20T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:22:43.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been deliquent</title><content type='html'>It's Friday and I haven't posted since Monday. I am so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that work has picked up, and my job is secure for another few months. HUGE blessing! The bad news is it means I have been working 10 hour days and will be traveling in the next few weeks. I will do my best to come on here, but unfortunately, no guarantees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am flying out for 5 days tomorrow, back for 3 then Ryan and I drive to Vegas for 3 days vacation (woohoo!), home for 2 days and then I fly BACK to Vegas for work!! Crazy. I am just trying to fit in some sleep.....somewhere!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-6161973849811711857?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/6161973849811711857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=6161973849811711857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6161973849811711857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6161973849811711857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/03/i.html' title='I&apos;ve been deliquent'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-6937355613469671381</id><published>2009-03-16T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:31:26.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Fun</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we played Rock Band with Ryan's parents, and I have to say that for first-timers they did AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sb6Z7_c4tgI/AAAAAAAAA4E/2HPAitPamIc/s1600-h/CIMG4499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sb6Z7_c4tgI/AAAAAAAAA4E/2HPAitPamIc/s320/CIMG4499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313853866267686402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then on to a fierce game of ladderball (Ryan &amp;amp; I won best out of 5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sb6aMMyYNoI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ARBBcMZ8FAE/s1600-h/CIMG4501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sb6aMMyYNoI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ARBBcMZ8FAE/s320/CIMG4501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313854144725399170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then out for some Ethiopian food! Yummy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sb6afH3Nd0I/AAAAAAAAA4U/vySNH5-yhdM/s1600-h/CIMG4510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sb6afH3Nd0I/AAAAAAAAA4U/vySNH5-yhdM/s320/CIMG4510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313854469821003586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tradition of feeding each other (called gursha)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sb6avqrhCQI/AAAAAAAAA4c/UNIIDiXleck/s1600-h/CIMG4512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sb6avqrhCQI/AAAAAAAAA4c/UNIIDiXleck/s320/CIMG4512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313854754045102338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-6937355613469671381?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/6937355613469671381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=6937355613469671381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6937355613469671381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6937355613469671381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-fun.html' title='Spring Break Fun'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sb6Z7_c4tgI/AAAAAAAAA4E/2HPAitPamIc/s72-c/CIMG4499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-6611420637417418031</id><published>2009-03-16T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:24:57.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation!</title><content type='html'>We got first place!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, wait, reality check....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually got like fourth-from-last-place. Ryan had worked with Kia all week on the stuff she struggled with, and she did all of that SO WELL! However, the stuff that she has always done well she decided not to do for graduation. Case in point: Kia is a champ at lay-down-and-stay. She needed to do this for 3 minutes for class. It was worth 30 points. After minute 2, she decided, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, that was fun, I think I am done&lt;/span&gt; and sat up. Instantly we lost the 30 points. Ryan wasn't thrilled to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did all the rest of the exercises really well, but it wasn't enough to make up for the points lost. At the end they tallied up all our scores and announced the winners. Our score was 121 and the winning score was 148. What does that mean? If she would have done the down-stay, we would have had 151 points -- for the win. Oh, c'est la vie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can see I was excited and Ryan was nervous! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sb6XNbuQzBI/AAAAAAAAATY/00XQMc6JMPc/s1600-h/CIMG4458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sb6XNbuQzBI/AAAAAAAAATY/00XQMc6JMPc/s320/CIMG4458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313850867379653650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A "be good" pep Talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sb6XOVfaaVI/AAAAAAAAATo/CLSjCTMf43M/s1600-h/CIMG4469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sb6XOVfaaVI/AAAAAAAAATo/CLSjCTMf43M/s320/CIMG4469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313850882886625618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sit &amp;amp; Stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sb6XOJEimAI/AAAAAAAAATg/FkEL_6pIcmg/s1600-h/CIMG4464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sb6XOJEimAI/AAAAAAAAATg/FkEL_6pIcmg/s320/CIMG4464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313850879552690178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is when Kia noticed me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sb6XOulvVcI/AAAAAAAAATw/DJQYKjlmSU8/s1600-h/CIMG4476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sb6XOulvVcI/AAAAAAAAATw/DJQYKjlmSU8/s320/CIMG4476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313850889624049090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sizing up the competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sb6YxrLvgwI/AAAAAAAAA3s/AItkV1DV0xk/s1600-h/CIMG4482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sb6YxrLvgwI/AAAAAAAAA3s/AItkV1DV0xk/s320/CIMG4482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313852589516751618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting the diploma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sb6ZBmce5_I/AAAAAAAAA38/E06vxNFk15s/s1600-h/CIMG4492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/Sb6ZBmce5_I/AAAAAAAAA38/E06vxNFk15s/s320/CIMG4492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313852863122696178" 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/22211021-6611420637417418031?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/6611420637417418031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=6611420637417418031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6611420637417418031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6611420637417418031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/03/graduation.html' title='Graduation!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sb6XNbuQzBI/AAAAAAAAATY/00XQMc6JMPc/s72-c/CIMG4458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-472971943887503447</id><published>2009-03-13T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:45:30.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie Graduation and more</title><content type='html'>This is a BIG weekend, for many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it's Kia's doggie obedience class graduation! They are making a ring where each dog/owner pair will enter and perform one at a time and be rated by a non-partial panel of judges &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(gulp)&lt;/span&gt;. This is serious stuff! First - fourth get a prize, and I told Ryan I will settle for no less than that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Ryan competes with my little Kia, I plan to stay on the sidelines and cry &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(with my shades on of course)&lt;/span&gt;. Heck, I cried at the first class, isn't it only fitting to cry at the last one too? I'll be sure to post some pics, and if you're lucky, a video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Ryan's parents are coming into town on Saturday night! Woo hoo -- Spring Break for them! I am sure we will party it up like it's 1999 ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, it's our last drama in the series of three that we did to kick off our drama ministry, Fusion. One down, only countless more to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-472971943887503447?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/472971943887503447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=472971943887503447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/472971943887503447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/472971943887503447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/03/doggy-graduation.html' title='Doggie Graduation and more'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-6951652195371249196</id><published>2009-03-13T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:09:10.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wearing the Hubster's jeans today...</title><content type='html'>...and looking pretty darn cute if I do say so myself! Happy Friday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to my FAVORITE sister-in-law, Missy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SbqSukkgxnI/AAAAAAAAATQ/N8f4wyvRjgw/s1600-h/happy-birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SbqSukkgxnI/AAAAAAAAATQ/N8f4wyvRjgw/s320/happy-birthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312720039225378418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Happy birthday to YOU!&lt;br /&gt;                    Happy birthday to YOU!&lt;br /&gt;                  Happy birthday, dear Missy,&lt;br /&gt;              Happy birthday tooooo YYYOOOUUUUUU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-6951652195371249196?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/6951652195371249196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=6951652195371249196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6951652195371249196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6951652195371249196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/03/wearing-hubsters-jeans-today.html' title='Wearing the Hubster&apos;s jeans today...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SbqSukkgxnI/AAAAAAAAATQ/N8f4wyvRjgw/s72-c/happy-birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-782533171970113640</id><published>2009-03-12T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:11:22.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sbk0Al5tQBI/AAAAAAAAATI/HxpWoZykUWg/s1600-h/281k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sbk0Al5tQBI/AAAAAAAAATI/HxpWoZykUWg/s320/281k.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312334420239007762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO LOVING it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now, Lis? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-782533171970113640?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/782533171970113640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=782533171970113640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/782533171970113640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/782533171970113640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sbk0Al5tQBI/AAAAAAAAATI/HxpWoZykUWg/s72-c/281k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-3565134496744258790</id><published>2009-03-10T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:46:40.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonder of Costco</title><content type='html'>Last night Ryan discovered Costco. I have a membership through work, but to be honest, while I really love Costco, I don't go that often. Ryan &amp; I are only two people -- how much toilet paper do we really need? More than that, we have never lived in a place that can hold bulk items (until now...ahhh...). But, I do LOVE the sushi platters, the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cupcake platters&lt;/span&gt; and the Chinese chicken salad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan needed to fill a prescription that was WAY cheaper at Costco, so I went with him and got him his own card. That's when he saw &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;. $1.50 for a hot dog and drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hubster has a love for hot dogs that can rival my father's. Growing up I remember my dad always got his favorite meal on his birthday: hot dogs and chips. Ryan eats his favorite almost every day. What can I say? Guess I love a man who loves a hot dog! So Dad, next time you come out, we'll get you a hot dog. &lt;br /&gt;My treat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SbalHHyI3WI/AAAAAAAAATA/sOVnhDZIw9Y/s1600-h/costcohotdog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SbalHHyI3WI/AAAAAAAAATA/sOVnhDZIw9Y/s320/costcohotdog.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311614352297090402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In fiscal year 2007, Costco sold 75.6 million hot dog/soda combinations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-3565134496744258790?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/3565134496744258790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=3565134496744258790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3565134496744258790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3565134496744258790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/03/wonder-of-costco.html' title='The wonder of Costco'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SbalHHyI3WI/AAAAAAAAATA/sOVnhDZIw9Y/s72-c/costcohotdog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-7310838600547945188</id><published>2009-03-05T11:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:43:06.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah on Stage!</title><content type='html'>Just in case you were wondering, Ryan is NOT the only actor in our family! I've been podcasted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this "monologue" at church a couple weeks ago. I've never seen myself on film before -- it was a bit unnerving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://mosaic.org/podcast/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and then under "Video Player" click &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pause: Week 5&lt;/span&gt;. I am about 2-3 minutes in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-7310838600547945188?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/7310838600547945188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=7310838600547945188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/7310838600547945188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/7310838600547945188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/03/sarah-on-stage.html' title='Sarah on Stage!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-3581520524787430730</id><published>2009-03-05T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:02:30.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Express</title><content type='html'>I rarely buy something unless it's on sale or I have a coupon (or even better, both!). This even includes basics like groceries and deodorant (confession: I usually don't even buy gifts that aren't discounted!). I am even the person who will say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"hey this has a chip/goop/etc on it, can I get some $$ off?" &lt;/span&gt;I guess I am what you call &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;savvy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this top at Express last week and I have been longing for it (again, this is what happens when your office is attached to a MALL). You know how sometimes you put something on and it's just right? Suddenly you become Goldie Locks and this is the baby bear's bed. This shirt was that for me. My face looked brighter, my arms thinner and my tummy toned. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ding ding DING! We have a winner!!&lt;/span&gt; AND, I just love the color. BUT, I am not about to pay $19.99 for it! Well, I got a coupon last week for $10 off any $20 purchase this Friday and boy am I excited to use it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SbASKJ8RfaI/AAAAAAAAAS4/5QMXmx-dadI/s1600-h/New+Picture.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SbASKJ8RfaI/AAAAAAAAAS4/5QMXmx-dadI/s320/New+Picture.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309763926346530210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-3581520524787430730?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/3581520524787430730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=3581520524787430730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3581520524787430730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3581520524787430730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/03/express.html' title='Express'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SbASKJ8RfaI/AAAAAAAAAS4/5QMXmx-dadI/s72-c/New+Picture.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-8161949001860612500</id><published>2009-03-05T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:31:52.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick N Choose</title><content type='html'>Ryan and I need to decide on a name for our "new" drama ministry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some options I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Union (is this too funny? You know, with SAG?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cahoots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remnant (Zephaniah 3:9-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troubadours (makes me think of George Straight!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience of One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troupers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? I know my/our favorites, so tell me YOUR vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-8161949001860612500?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/8161949001860612500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=8161949001860612500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8161949001860612500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/8161949001860612500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/03/pick-n-choose.html' title='Pick N Choose'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-43548791728299268</id><published>2009-03-04T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:17:05.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak stomach readers...beware</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(is that title enticing? does anyone see it and actually click off my blog?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wart on my foot. We have a pretty good relationship, my wart and I. I agreed to let it stay and it agreed not to hurt me. We've had this agreement for oh, about 8 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over christmas break, I went to a waterpark with my family and got another one on the same foot. This one is smaller, but boy is it not nice! I wish it would just talk to the other one and see that I'm really not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After observing my foot two weekends ago, my mom sent me home with an over-the-counter freeze kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sa7KmtZGqxI/AAAAAAAAASw/dZtm3FizgTE/s1600-h/127303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sa7KmtZGqxI/AAAAAAAAASw/dZtm3FizgTE/s320/127303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309403777085123346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we decided it was TIME. I was feeling very anxious about freezing them off. I don't like impending pain. I avoid it. Ryan however thinks that pain is totally worth it if it makes you better in the end. Thus began &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the clashing of Ryan and Sarah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hey I have an idea! How about let's not do this!"&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: (while reading the instructions) "Hey, how about let's try it and see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Ok. It's going to be on for 40 seconds."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "40 SECONDS! That's like almost a minute! I can't do that!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Actually, it's 2/3 of a minute. It's closer to 30 seconds than a minute."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "OK-AYYY. We need a practice run. Here's how it's going to go: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Ouch!!! Ryan it hurts! Stop! Stop! STOPPPPPPPP!'&lt;/span&gt; What are you going to do when I do that?"&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Uh...stop?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No! If you've already started burning then you have to keep going! I just need you to be prepared for what I will do!"&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Ok...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(looking at me like I am the crazy lady, which, let's face it, I probably am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minute later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: (with burning stick in hand) "Wait, what did we decided I'm supposed to do if you yell?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Keep going! But you are going to have to talk me through this!"&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Ok....are you ready?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He places the freeze stick on the first wart (the bigger one that's callused).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I don't feel anything."&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "That's good babe! You only have 20 seconds left....Done!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Wow. That didn't hurt at all. You sure you did it right?"&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "I think so. Wanna try the other one?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ok. I think this one's gonna hurt tho."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minute later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Ready? This one's only 15 seconds."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He places the freeze stick on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ahhh! It hurts!!! Oh honey, this one hurts! WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ME THRU THIS? Hey! I need EYE CONTACT."&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: (staring at his watch, then glancing to me) "Oh you are almost done!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: (crying)&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Done!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "That one really hurt."&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "How do you feel now?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, I love you less!"&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Oh babe, what can I get you? A Popsicle? A cookie?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, I just want to pout for a while I think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 seconds later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Oh, I forgot I've got this wart on my finger. Will burning one off on me make you feel better?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "YES!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-43548791728299268?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/43548791728299268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=43548791728299268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/43548791728299268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/43548791728299268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/03/weak-stomach-readersbeware.html' title='Weak stomach readers...beware'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/Sa7KmtZGqxI/AAAAAAAAASw/dZtm3FizgTE/s72-c/127303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-5814518947107040003</id><published>2009-03-02T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:25:38.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Strengths</title><content type='html'>I just StengthFinders again, for a session that our small group is going to be going through. Here were my strengths this time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Communication&lt;/span&gt; (I've had this one all three times, no surprise here. Altho it's never been my #1 before...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You like to explain, to describe, to host, to speak in public, and to write. This is your Communication theme at work. Ideas are a dry beginning. Events are static. You feel a need to bring them to life, to energize them, to make them exciting and vivid. And so you turn events into stories and practice telling them. You take the dry idea and enliven it with images and examples and metaphors. You believe that most people have a very short attention span. They are bombarded by information, but very little of it survives. You want your information—whether an idea, an event, a product’s features and benefits, a discovery, or a lesson—to survive. You want to divert their attention toward you and then capture it, lock it in. This is what drives your hunt for the perfect phrase. This is what draws you toward dramatic words and powerful word combinations. This is why people like to listen to you. Your word pictures pique their interest, sharpen their world, and inspire them to act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Arranger&lt;/span&gt; (I had this one the first time I took the test; it was my #2 then too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a conductor. When faced with a complex situation involving many factors, you enjoy managing all of the variables, aligning and realigning them until you are sure you have arranged them in the most productive configuration possible. In your mind there is nothing special about what you are doing. You are simply trying to figure out the best way to get things done. But others, lacking this theme, will be in awe of your ability. “How can you keep so many things in your head at once?” they will ask. “How can you stay so flexible, so willing to shelve well-laid plans in favor of some brand-new configuration that has just occurred to you?” But you cannot imagine behaving in any other way. You are a shining example of effective flexibility, whether you are changing travel schedules at the last minute because a better fare has popped up or mulling over just the right combination of people and resources to accomplish a new project. From the mundane to the complex, you are always looking for the perfect configuration. Of course, you are at your best in dynamic situations. Confronted with the unexpected, some complain that plans devised with such care cannot be changed, while others take refuge in the existing rules or procedures. You don’t do either. Instead, you jump into the confusion, devising new options, hunting for new paths of least resistance, and figuring out new partnerships—because, after all, there might just be a better way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Empathy&lt;/span&gt; (Really? I always think of my Momma as the empathetic one. Did I inherit it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You can sense the emotions of those around you. You can feel what they are feeling as though their feelings are your own. Intuitively, you are able to see the world through their eyes and share their perspective. You do not necessarily agree with each person’s perspective. You do not necessarily feel pity for each person’s predicament—this would be sympathy, not Empathy. You do not necessarily condone the choices each person makes, but you do understand. This instinctive ability to understand is powerful. You hear the unvoiced questions. You anticipate the need. Where others grapple for words, you seem to find the right words and the right tone. You help people find the right phrases to express their feelings—to themselves as well as to others. You help them give voice to their emotional life. For all these reasons other people are drawn to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Individualization&lt;/span&gt; (Maybe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Your Individualization theme leads you to be intrigued by the unique qualities of each person. You are impatient with generalizations or “types” because you don’t want to obscure what is special and distinct about each person. Instead, you focus on the differences between individuals. You instinctively observe each person’s style, each person’s motivation, how each thinks, and how each builds relationships. You hear the one-of-a-kind stories in each person’s life. This theme explains why you pick your friends just the right birthday gift, why you know that one person prefers praise in public and another detests it, and why you tailor your teaching style to accommodate one person’s need to be shown and another’s desire to “figure it out as I go.” Because you are such a keen observer of other people’s strengths, you can draw out the best in each person. This Individualization theme also helps you build productive teams. While some search around for the perfect team “structure” or “process,” you know instinctively that the secret to great teams is casting by individual strengths so that everyone can do a lot of what they do well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Harmony&lt;/span&gt; (Yeah, this is me. But I am surprised!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look for areas of agreement. In your view there is little to be gained from conflict and friction, so you seek to hold them to a minimum. When you know that the people around you hold differing views, you try to find the common ground. You try to steer them away from confrontation and toward harmony. In fact, harmony is one of your guiding values. You can’t quite believe how much time is wasted by people trying to impose their views on others. Wouldn’t we all be more productive if we kept our opinions in check and instead looked for consensus and support? You believe we would, and you live by that belief. When others are sounding off about their goals, their claims, and their fervently held opinions, you hold your peace. When others strike out in a direction, you will willingly, in the service of harmony, modify your own objectives to merge with theirs (as long as their basic values do not clash with yours). When others start to argue about their pet theory or concept, you steer clear of the debate, preferring to talk about practical, down-to-earth matters on which you can all agree. In your view we are all in the same boat, and we need this boat to get where we are going. It is a good boat. There is no need to rock it just to show that you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure I totally agree with my Strengths. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-5814518947107040003?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/5814518947107040003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=5814518947107040003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/5814518947107040003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/5814518947107040003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-strengths.html' title='New Strengths'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-649028705522441978</id><published>2009-02-25T16:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:16:49.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free KFC = Good for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SaXjKt3fz9I/AAAAAAAAASY/nYCo6pjAf34/s1600-h/KFC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SaXjKt3fz9I/AAAAAAAAASY/nYCo6pjAf34/s320/KFC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306897509176561618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my boss's urging to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"get with the social networking times"&lt;/span&gt; I joined Twitter. Well, I decided to follow KFC, and guess what? As a new follower, I was picked for a free lunch! They say there isn't such thing as a free lunch, but when $25 in gift cards showed up yesterday in the mail, and I ordered food at KFC without paying a cent (and actually they gave me the change in CASH), I would beg to differ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-649028705522441978?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/649028705522441978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=649028705522441978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/649028705522441978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/649028705522441978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/02/free-kfc-good-for-me.html' title='Free KFC = Good for me!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SaXjKt3fz9I/AAAAAAAAASY/nYCo6pjAf34/s72-c/KFC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-38358163957264724</id><published>2009-02-25T11:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:28:16.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Leap</title><content type='html'>I got this cute purse from Ryan's uncle &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(no...cousin? second cousin? whatever, I don't even think Ryan knows how he is related to him) &lt;/span&gt;for Christmas. It's colorful and fun. The only downside is that it is totally open on the top. Whenever I take my keys out I am afraid something will drop out and I will not notice. This has never actually happened, so I was becoming less paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Trader Joe's story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired to shop at Traders Joe's after spending four days with my mother, who eats all organic and shops there much more than I do (the first TJ's in Minnesota is in my home town!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I browsed around, got some turkey meatballs, fruit floes, wine, etc. I was standing in line to check out when I reached into my purse to get my wallet out. This time, something unintended DID come out with my wallet and went flying across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tampon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in front of me was polite enough not to make a comment as I scrambled to pick it up, but the cashier gave me a knowing smile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't have been so embarrassed, except the Hubster's deathly fear of all that are tampons has apparently rubbed off on me! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about tampons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-38358163957264724?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/38358163957264724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=38358163957264724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/38358163957264724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/38358163957264724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/02/flying-leap.html' title='Flying Leap'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-3474157435961564125</id><published>2009-02-24T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:52:45.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wearing your husband's deoderant</title><content type='html'>I ran out of deodorant this morning. I could not find my small travel one, and, of course, had no time to run to the store. At 8:25 this morning what options was I left with? A) Stink or  B) Use Ryan's deodorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I smell like a boy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan told me some girls do this regularly since they like "the boy" smell so much. I, on the other hand, think there is a reason we want HIM to smell like a boy, and we should smell like girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep turning around thinking some guy is standing WAY too close to me, only to be reminded that no, actually, it's just my armpits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glamorous people, glamorous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-3474157435961564125?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/3474157435961564125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=3474157435961564125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3474157435961564125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/3474157435961564125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/02/wearing-your-husbands-deoderant.html' title='Wearing your husband&apos;s deoderant'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-4078193478392423095</id><published>2009-02-24T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:44:48.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's visit Dec 2008</title><content type='html'>Dad came to visit us for the Christmas show &amp;amp; his birthday. We had a blast and love you Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SaQwZaB0hKI/AAAAAAAAA20/ttcKl62b_WU/s1600-h/IMG_3485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SaQwZaB0hKI/AAAAAAAAA20/ttcKl62b_WU/s320/IMG_3485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306419473991107746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love his smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SaQwZmIdPXI/AAAAAAAAA28/Fnku_osZQNU/s1600-h/IMG_3486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SaQwZmIdPXI/AAAAAAAAA28/Fnku_osZQNU/s320/IMG_3486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306419477240167794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan posing with the yummy thai food we ate. I can't believe how long his hair was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SaQwZ5GmtiI/AAAAAAAAA3E/yC3UOMqAyjQ/s1600-h/IMG_3474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SaQwZ5GmtiI/AAAAAAAAA3E/yC3UOMqAyjQ/s320/IMG_3474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306419482332673570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the LA zoo on Saturday, and saw this alligator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SaQx8gj1d9I/AAAAAAAAA3M/uA2FsnrVyHk/s1600-h/IMG_3481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SaQx8gj1d9I/AAAAAAAAA3M/uA2FsnrVyHk/s320/IMG_3481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306421176551438290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huge Hippo -- she put on quite the show for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SaQwZKqjhCI/AAAAAAAAA2k/zvrOAVRkqLA/s1600-h/IMG_3477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SaQwZKqjhCI/AAAAAAAAA2k/zvrOAVRkqLA/s320/IMG_3477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306419469866992674" 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/22211021-4078193478392423095?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/4078193478392423095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=4078193478392423095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4078193478392423095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/4078193478392423095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/02/dads-visit-dec-2008.html' title='Dad&apos;s visit Dec 2008'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUV8qimAhKc/SaQwZaB0hKI/AAAAAAAAA20/ttcKl62b_WU/s72-c/IMG_3485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22211021.post-6180248397265017414</id><published>2009-02-24T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:31:43.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than never!</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple pictures from our MN road trip over Christmas that were rescued from our now-dead camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SaQuSUefCTI/AAAAAAAAASA/Jm3f1MbgqIg/s1600-h/IMG_3495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SaQuSUefCTI/AAAAAAAAASA/Jm3f1MbgqIg/s320/IMG_3495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306417153218382130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby in back! (for 36 hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SaQuS_ylMgI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HbYlDsOPq2M/s1600-h/IMG_3492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SaQuS_ylMgI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HbYlDsOPq2M/s320/IMG_3492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306417164845396482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'd like what you're having please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SaQuSs2YS-I/AAAAAAAAASI/e33FsGGaUAM/s1600-h/IMG_3496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SaQuSs2YS-I/AAAAAAAAASI/e33FsGGaUAM/s320/IMG_3496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306417159761054690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snoozing with her Christmas present from Aunt Missy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22211021-6180248397265017414?l=swedishsparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/feeds/6180248397265017414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22211021&amp;postID=6180248397265017414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6180248397265017414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22211021/posts/default/6180248397265017414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swedishsparks.blogspot.com/2009/02/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than never!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03268153002588134860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/ST6unFzyadI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IsgPaStQPBI/S220/Family+Photo+Shoot+026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PskCkWq9MJQ/SaQuSUefCTI/AAAAAAAAASA/Jm3f1MbgqIg/s72-c/IMG_3495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
