<?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-3191880307004037309</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:21:16.912-08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Student Activities'/><category term='education'/><category term='reslife'/><category term='bible'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='photography'/><category term='movies'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Funny Yellow Fellow'/><category term='music'/><category term='faith'/><category term='earthquake'/><category term='summer'/><category term='The beginning'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='sun'/><category term='Religion Classes'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Internship'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='The Office'/><category term='conferences'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Mind and Workings of Sarah Marie</title><subtitle type='html'>See how God is working in my life, who knows you might learn something new.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-5103243614266786582</id><published>2011-02-20T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:27:51.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>::Beautiful is the New Black::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qi6vsrSXbqI/TWHWQjuJZ2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/09bALm2Mj2o/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qi6vsrSXbqI/TWHWQjuJZ2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/09bALm2Mj2o/s200/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575973393616430946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"I want to be beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Make you stand in awe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Look inside my heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and be amazed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I want to hear you say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who I am is quite enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just want to be worthy of love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And beautiful"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-Bethany Dillon "Beautiful"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I had just gotten out of the shower and threw on my robe and looked in the mirror and said to myself, "you look pretty." And then I realized that I have never said that to myself. I often look over my reflection and see all of the imperfections (the double chin, the zit that just popped up or my makeup that I couldn't get just right). And I realized in all of this criticalness that I'm sinning. Not only am I doubting Gods creation but I'm also incredibly insecure. Actually, I feel insecure writing this right now, wondering if those reading this will judge. But that is okay. I need to announce that all of God's creations are beautiful! And that may seem trite, or simplified, but it is true. I must bask in the truth that all of creation is beautiful, including me, and including YOU. So dear reader, please know that you are not alone in your insecurity. But God has made you exactly the way you are and only sees beauty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pink is not the new black, blue is not the new black, lets make beauty the new black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-5103243614266786582?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/5103243614266786582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=5103243614266786582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5103243614266786582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5103243614266786582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2011/02/beautiful-is-new-black.html' title='::Beautiful is the New Black::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qi6vsrSXbqI/TWHWQjuJZ2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/09bALm2Mj2o/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-2765469386024119214</id><published>2011-02-13T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T16:43:27.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>::Adoption::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iI_7p8OvDCM/TVh6kz4gJyI/AAAAAAAAAes/XF9wT2baaLE/s1600/black-children-left-behind-in-adoption-market-thumb-400xauto-8978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iI_7p8OvDCM/TVh6kz4gJyI/AAAAAAAAAes/XF9wT2baaLE/s200/black-children-left-behind-in-adoption-market-thumb-400xauto-8978.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573339311692064546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since about late high school I have had this desire in the back parts of my heart. My desire is this.... to one day adopt and/or be a foster parent to a child. Or if God blesses me in this a multitude of children. Yes, I know children are very expensive, and time consuming. And if you know me at all, you also understand that I'm not very "children friendly". But I can't shake this desire that I have. &lt;div&gt;You may ask, "Do you have a particular choice of nationality, gender, or age?" And the answer is a big fat NOPE! I know God will bring to me exactly what He desires. I have no problem with younger, older, blacker, asianer, or what ever he has for me. A friend of mine recently shared her passion for the exact same thing, and she posed the question of Gods sovernty in bringing a man with the same desire. To be honest, I never thought about that. I know God will bring a man into my life that has the same passion, sooner or later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So excuse my ramblings, but I have one last things to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe adoption makes me most excited due to the fact that I'm adopted. I'm adopted into the family of God. And let me tell you it is the best family out there. I have brothers and sisters who are of many different races and ages. It's pretty rad cause, I got a great dad. (That rhymed, unintentional.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-2765469386024119214?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/2765469386024119214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=2765469386024119214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2765469386024119214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2765469386024119214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2011/02/adoption.html' title='::Adoption::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iI_7p8OvDCM/TVh6kz4gJyI/AAAAAAAAAes/XF9wT2baaLE/s72-c/black-children-left-behind-in-adoption-market-thumb-400xauto-8978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-1152728775582045463</id><published>2011-02-10T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T16:00:17.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>::Doing Hard Things::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MStvKaOcl18/TVR7LugupbI/AAAAAAAAAek/_oRcHwRjCtk/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MStvKaOcl18/TVR7LugupbI/AAAAAAAAAek/_oRcHwRjCtk/s200/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572214080358229426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believe the fiery red-head, Lucille Ball, says it best, "In life, all good things come hard, but wisdom is the hardest to come by." Growing up has its difficulties, but for some reason recent generations of people forget that there will be times when 'hard things' must be done. I, myself, can be included in this recent generation. &lt;div&gt;I am learning a secret, the secret is that these 'hard things' may be one of the best things to happen to a person. It allows a person to understand that they cannot continue on by themselves. A person will fail if they do not rely on God. And God, in His infinite power, places specific people in a persons life to gain wisdom from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what 'hard things' are you dealing with? Financial issues, death of a loved one, failed test, medical issues.... the list can go on and on. I am learning that I must trust and have faith. I have a friend who continually tried to get me to understand what true faith was, and now going through 'hard things', I understand. This understanding has caused more joy than I have experienced in a long time. So in the end, I'm thankful for these 'hard things', as it has allowed faith and joy to abound! Praise Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to encourage those few people who may stumble across this post..... Trust God, and perhaps those 'hard things' may be a blessing and not as impenetrable as they seem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-1152728775582045463?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/1152728775582045463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=1152728775582045463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/1152728775582045463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/1152728775582045463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2011/02/doing-hard-things.html' title='::Doing Hard Things::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MStvKaOcl18/TVR7LugupbI/AAAAAAAAAek/_oRcHwRjCtk/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-5844687829543679292</id><published>2011-02-02T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:43:56.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>::World Citizen (and not the class)::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TUnPxYgcaqI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/I9PJJgfKYpM/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TUnPxYgcaqI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/I9PJJgfKYpM/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569210861519399586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My eyes have been opened to my ignorance. I know that a statement like that can be considered dramatic, but my roommate T has shown me how limited my knowledge is regarding world news. As a world citizen I should be concerned about those who are hurting or in distress. But more importantly, as a Christ-follower I should be aware and be praying for those people around the world. Often I realize how selfish my prayer life has become and this has to change. And the first way to change it is to educate myself on the happenings of the world. &lt;div&gt;These are the recent things that I have learned:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Egypt, specifically Cairo, is going through utter chaos. (Political unrest)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The midwest had a major snowstorm hit (people have deemed it a snowpocalypse)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex traffic increases due to the Superbowl (I find this to be so sad)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cyclone hits Queensland (To be honest, I'm not sure where Queensland is located)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Japan's Mt.Shinmoe erupts (famous for being in a James Bond movie)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-5844687829543679292?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/5844687829543679292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=5844687829543679292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5844687829543679292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5844687829543679292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2011/02/world-citizen-and-not-class.html' title='::World Citizen (and not the class)::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TUnPxYgcaqI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/I9PJJgfKYpM/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-4318493207987679485</id><published>2011-01-23T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:34:11.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>::The Sabbath::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TTy62mXwGHI/AAAAAAAAAeI/tBGwNetzFqE/s1600/the-Journey-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TTy62mXwGHI/AAAAAAAAAeI/tBGwNetzFqE/s200/the-Journey-300x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565528686698961010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night a friend warned me that we may be "blessed" with more inclement weather, and my first thought was "But that may cause me to miss church." And at the time it seemed perfectly normal, but today after pondering my response I was taken aback. When did I begin to feel so comfortable at my home church? Over the summer I joined the church I had been attending for about 3 years. I learned that I had to make a step and be part of the body. It would take me completely out of my comfort zone, as &lt;a href="http://journeyon.net/"&gt;The Journey&lt;/a&gt; is very different than any church I had ever attended. I love seeing familiar and new smiles each week, and knowing that investing in peoples lives is what we are called to do. This week the sermon &lt;a href="http://journeyon.net/media/faq/how-can-i-really-change"&gt;"How Can I Really Change?"&lt;/a&gt; , rocked my world. It challenged me to decide who I really want to call my master, my God or my flesh? Needless to say, my heart was moved. And all praise goes to God in this matter. I am thankful for my Church family and am excited to see how God will use me in this family. &lt;div&gt;"Love God. Connect People. Transform the World." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-4318493207987679485?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/4318493207987679485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=4318493207987679485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/4318493207987679485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/4318493207987679485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2011/01/sabbath.html' title='::The Sabbath::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TTy62mXwGHI/AAAAAAAAAeI/tBGwNetzFqE/s72-c/the-Journey-300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-5796108632252495032</id><published>2010-12-12T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:30:57.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>::Visions of Sugarplums?::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TQWhUZyC4SI/AAAAAAAAAd0/x3_1j8G9ptw/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TQWhUZyC4SI/AAAAAAAAAd0/x3_1j8G9ptw/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550019487694250274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tis the season for sleigh bells, cookies, and my favorite .....Presents! But in all honesty, I hate to receive them. When I receive them I feel like a ball of awkwardness...I mean I never know how to react. But what I love about presents is creating, wrapping and giving them. I get this overwhelming rush as I craft and wrap a present. Seeing all of the glue, glitter, paper and fabric being thrown around in a creative fashion gives me a high like none other....it is totally my drug. And I am in the season of my addiction....Christmas Season! So as my roommates tolerate my 'Sarah's Workshop' that has invaded the living and dining room, I can't help but smile as the thoughts of ribbon and mod podge dance through my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-5796108632252495032?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/5796108632252495032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=5796108632252495032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5796108632252495032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5796108632252495032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2010/12/visions-of-sugarplums.html' title='::Visions of Sugarplums?::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TQWhUZyC4SI/AAAAAAAAAd0/x3_1j8G9ptw/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-6233041518980679868</id><published>2010-12-04T14:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T14:55:42.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>::Another Year::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TPrG1aMp0oI/AAAAAAAAAds/dFBcnQ8Xt80/s1600/Candle-Topped-Birthday-Cupcake.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TPrG1aMp0oI/AAAAAAAAAds/dFBcnQ8Xt80/s200/Candle-Topped-Birthday-Cupcake.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546964511927947906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believe I've finally reached that point. You 'older' folks know what I'm talking about, that point where age has no real purpose. It seems like time now time is irrelevant. I have come to accept this concept. I think that in the back of my mind whenever my day of birth rolls around I will always ponder the 'good ole days' when birthdays consisted of pool parties and sleepovers. &lt;div&gt;Even though, I am lamenting over what is the past, I am super excited for what is to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me share some of the highlights of this years celebration:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My fab coworkers (including the bestie) really made me feel special with balloons, the cutest cupcakes, a 'stepped up' sash, and lovely presents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I felt genuinely loved by friends as they showered me with well wishes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A really wonderful guy took me out to my favorite restaurant (Red Robin...YUM), saw some spectacular Christmas lights, then let me pick a girly movie to watch back home. It was pretty great!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a pretty blessed girl! So thankful for a wonderful set of friends to celebrate this time with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-6233041518980679868?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/6233041518980679868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=6233041518980679868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6233041518980679868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6233041518980679868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-year.html' title='::Another Year::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TPrG1aMp0oI/AAAAAAAAAds/dFBcnQ8Xt80/s72-c/Candle-Topped-Birthday-Cupcake.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-6535543142803713420</id><published>2010-11-22T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T15:48:41.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>::Shutterfly...spreadin' the Christmas Cheer::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My family is spread out all over the states which causes the holidays to be a little less joyful. I've wanted to find a way to connect them someway to all of the changes happening in my life and Shutterfly is offering just that! Shutterfly has some great designs for Christmas and I can't wait to wait send out some cards that show pictures of friends, family and accomplishments! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One design that I am oogling over is this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TOr80EYHxlI/AAAAAAAAAdk/zPCSbKpidXM/s320/PHOTOCARD-104-4297-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128209215400091347.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542520262891128402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a sucker for black and white photos and I think this design would look great with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So spread some cheer yourself and check out &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery"&gt;Shutterfly&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you are a blogger and want to share some love with your friends and family you can receive 50 free cards just by blogging about it! Shutterfly loves &lt;a href="http://blog.shutterfly.com/5358/holiday2010-blog-submission-form/"&gt;bloggers&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/3191880307004037309-6535543142803713420?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/6535543142803713420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=6535543142803713420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6535543142803713420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6535543142803713420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2010/11/shutterflyspreadin-christmas-cheer.html' title='::Shutterfly...spreadin&apos; the Christmas Cheer::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TOr80EYHxlI/AAAAAAAAAdk/zPCSbKpidXM/s72-c/PHOTOCARD-104-4297-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128209215400091347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-8377198096351668065</id><published>2010-11-21T14:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T14:37:08.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>::The Art of Being Thankful::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TOme26SPgHI/AAAAAAAAAdU/YmTId7BfT88/s1600/92094_150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TOme26SPgHI/AAAAAAAAAdU/YmTId7BfT88/s320/92094_150x150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542135482652000370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often we are so focused in what we are doing we tend to forget to look at the bigger picture. I've heard it explained the best with the forest and tree analogy. You know, some people focus on the trees instead of the whole forest. The analogy takes me immediately to the smell of fresh pine trees, which in turn reminds me of Christmas and the holidays. &lt;div&gt;I think the tree analogy is great when thinking about thankfulness. I believe that God wants us to be thankful for the trees and the forest. What I mean by that is God wants us to be thankful for the small individual things He has blessed us with but also the larger view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are just a few on my list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trees: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Each one of my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A roof over my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forest:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Forgiveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The beauty of nature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Perseverance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-8377198096351668065?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/8377198096351668065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=8377198096351668065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/8377198096351668065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/8377198096351668065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2010/11/art-of-being-thankful.html' title='::The Art of Being Thankful::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TOme26SPgHI/AAAAAAAAAdU/YmTId7BfT88/s72-c/92094_150x150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-4920387402766444050</id><published>2010-11-08T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T18:17:16.357-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student Activities'/><title type='text'>:: The Coming of Home::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TNivBdw28tI/AAAAAAAAAdM/b5Bk22sYZJo/s1600/76813_513647410945_163400241_30472031_4274698_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TNivBdw28tI/AAAAAAAAAdM/b5Bk22sYZJo/s200/76813_513647410945_163400241_30472031_4274698_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537368181556310738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a new grad it is only proper that I attend my first Homecoming as an alumni. This year Student Activities and the other various departments that contribute to Homecoming did a great job. I must confess it is odd to not be a student and take part like I use to. I saddens my heart a little that I couldn't be stressed out, running around, and surviving only on coffee last week, but I have to remember that God has moved me to a new part in life.&lt;div&gt;Some of the highlights of the wonderful 2010 Homecoming week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing my bestie (and her partner) win the title of Mr. and Ms. Spirit MBU! (See the wonderful photo above taken by the wonderful &lt;a href="http://hapayellow.wordpress.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching the community come together at the Fall Family Carnival&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching the Lady Spartans dominate in Basketball &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing our incredible students rock it out at The Perk : The Event!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great week full of some awesome spirit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace, Love, and Spartan Spirit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-4920387402766444050?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/4920387402766444050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=4920387402766444050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/4920387402766444050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/4920387402766444050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2010/11/coming-of-home.html' title=':: The Coming of Home::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TNivBdw28tI/AAAAAAAAAdM/b5Bk22sYZJo/s72-c/76813_513647410945_163400241_30472031_4274698_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-2116641623311626533</id><published>2010-09-12T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T15:11:10.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::Growing Up::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TI1PyJSvWZI/AAAAAAAAAdE/vuNE7pizAFg/s1600/Chevy+Cavalier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TI1PyJSvWZI/AAAAAAAAAdE/vuNE7pizAFg/s200/Chevy+Cavalier.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516152841505298834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of the past six months of my life has been "Growing Up" or what I like to consider "Becoming an Adult". I think during this time I have shed more tears, thrown hands up in the air with frustration, and learned the value of the advice of those older than me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in the past week I bought short term life insurance and bought a car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on top of all of this God has really been upsetting my life, but in a totally awesome way! I know there is a reason why He has me here at my job and I believe it is so that I can encourage, love, and listen to the ladies around me. I don't think I've truly understood the mission field around me until now. To be intentional and see others in the wonderful eyes of my Savior, is exactly what I've been waiting for. It is what I have been made for. It's what you have been made for too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-2116641623311626533?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/2116641623311626533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=2116641623311626533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2116641623311626533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2116641623311626533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2010/09/growing-up.html' title='::Growing Up::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TI1PyJSvWZI/AAAAAAAAAdE/vuNE7pizAFg/s72-c/Chevy+Cavalier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-928605641224243301</id><published>2010-08-30T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:35:33.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::Magnificence in Middle School::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TIWIwJnMMrI/AAAAAAAAAc0/HbcmYsGeicQ/s1600/Panda_Express_Logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TIWIwJnMMrI/AAAAAAAAAc0/HbcmYsGeicQ/s200/Panda_Express_Logo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513963679580435122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first day nannying two of the sweetest girls ever. &lt;div&gt;I got settled in my new room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a tour of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met some of their friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Panda Express for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came back and got ready for bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was that easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ease is not what matters though. It's that God has placed me in this family to love on them. I'm so excited to see what makes both of these girls tick. To encourage. To wipe tears. To help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you God for blessing me by allowing me to be part of their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-928605641224243301?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/928605641224243301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=928605641224243301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/928605641224243301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/928605641224243301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2010/08/magnificence-in-middle-school.html' title='::Magnificence in Middle School::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/TIWIwJnMMrI/AAAAAAAAAc0/HbcmYsGeicQ/s72-c/Panda_Express_Logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-6272798210808049648</id><published>2010-08-21T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:24:48.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::Too Many Great Things At Once::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/THHp6SBi8vI/AAAAAAAAAcs/xA1o266R9y4/s1600/coconuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/THHp6SBi8vI/AAAAAAAAAcs/xA1o266R9y4/s200/coconuts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508441006730834674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed. And Glory goes all to God on this one, because if I do anything at all, it usually messes everything up. &lt;div&gt;As for just some of the blessings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get to spend at least one more year at the university that I attended, but now I work there!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will also be starting a nannying position and getting to love and invest in some incredible middle school girls. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone should check out my professional blogging debut.. @ &lt;a href="http://www.myfirstapartment.com/2010/08/sarah-says-neighbors-are-friends-not-foes/"&gt;My First Apartment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life should be super interesting as now I have two awesome room mates, A and T.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The school year is about to start! That means I get the opportunity to love a whole bunch of college students.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just became a member of &lt;a href="http://journeyon.net/"&gt;The Journey&lt;/a&gt; . And I am stoked to start serving there!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up is a scary, exhilarating, and liberating time. God is revealing things to me everday, from how selfish and sheltered I am to how to vulnerable I must become to be used by Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace, Love, and Coconuts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-6272798210808049648?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/6272798210808049648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=6272798210808049648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6272798210808049648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6272798210808049648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2010/08/too-many-great-things-at-once.html' title='::Too Many Great Things At Once::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/THHp6SBi8vI/AAAAAAAAAcs/xA1o266R9y4/s72-c/coconuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-7871902525745975920</id><published>2010-08-15T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T18:06:21.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The beginning'/><title type='text'>::It's Official::</title><content type='html'>I am officially one of the worst bloggers ever. I have been neglecting this outlet in the worst of ways. But no longer. My life has started with a fresh slate. &lt;div&gt;In the last year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I graduated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was in a relationship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was a Student Teacher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a 'big girl' job &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the newest thing....got my first apartment!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even begin to explain how BLESSED I am. There have been great times and hard times, but seeing God's hand on it all is incredible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am terrified and renewed in this process, please keep on checking this blog for installments of the crazy life and times of a new college-grad, apartment-living, vulnerable-being young lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-7871902525745975920?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/7871902525745975920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=7871902525745975920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7871902525745975920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7871902525745975920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-official.html' title='::It&apos;s Official::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-6549847043152129475</id><published>2009-05-07T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:48:09.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::Tea and Raindrops::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SgPFRqalyFI/AAAAAAAAAck/DgfzJtujPWo/s1600-h/numi_tea_aged_black_grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SgPFRqalyFI/AAAAAAAAAck/DgfzJtujPWo/s200/numi_tea_aged_black_grey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333323290971064402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting indian style on my plush bed and thinking about life. Do you ever just stop and think about that? I guess I become much more philosophical when it is raining outside and I am sipping on Numi earl grey tea but I realized I don't stop and reflect on the things that God has given me that truly makes me smile. So I will indulge:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A great one to begin with is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A luke warm cup of Numi earl grey tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New experiences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spending time with friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing Games (I love cards)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consistent weather (unlike STL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music (every type)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunglasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The perfect Bible verse at that moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's promises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flowers (any kind except roses)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sun bathing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great exercise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bodies of water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traveling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside jokes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being outside (camping, walking, etc)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing sports (I most recently attempted cricket)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so much more but I just wanted to name a few. I hope you can enjoy one of these beautiful things with me sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-6549847043152129475?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/6549847043152129475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=6549847043152129475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6549847043152129475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6549847043152129475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2009/05/tea-and-raindrops.html' title='::Tea and Raindrops::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SgPFRqalyFI/AAAAAAAAAck/DgfzJtujPWo/s72-c/numi_tea_aged_black_grey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-5819744541782059582</id><published>2009-04-26T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:34:41.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>::Bring on the Sun::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SfUns-KnrZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/MgogRlsVAGM/s1600-h/don%27t+bite+off+more+than+you+can+chew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SfUns-KnrZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/MgogRlsVAGM/s320/don%27t+bite+off+more+than+you+can+chew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329209387618119058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is finally here! Wow this year was so much fun and so much work! I can't begin to explain all of the things that I learned. It would blow your mind! :-) But now it is summer time and I just love summer time. I have a room all to myself, which I am still working on setting up exactly how I want. I work as many hours as I can get my hands on. I learn so much about myself and have extra time to just chill. This summer I am working on routines. I want to get into a work out routine, a wake up routine and focusing on God routine. I hope I haven't bitten off more than I can chew! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-5819744541782059582?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/5819744541782059582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=5819744541782059582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5819744541782059582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5819744541782059582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2009/04/bring-on-sun.html' title='::Bring on the Sun::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SfUns-KnrZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/MgogRlsVAGM/s72-c/don%27t+bite+off+more+than+you+can+chew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-2201742795516117235</id><published>2009-04-15T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:43:39.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>::Keeping My Head Above Water::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SeZxA4inSXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ujpcrCMiKMY/s1600-h/treading+water.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SeZxA4inSXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ujpcrCMiKMY/s400/treading+water.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325067869403695474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is almost over. Yes my junior (pseudo senior) year is almost at it's demise. I have prospered and struggled. Focused on Tasks and relationships. Loved few and loved many. And now I am directionless. I am waiting, still. Actually I'm being pretty patient, this surprises me. I want to have my entire future planned out but alas it is not, and that is okay! This summer will give me time to enjoy what God has for me right now. I will be very busy working as I am applying for different off campus jobs in addition to my on campus ones. I hope to find myself, as I will be all by my lonesome in the dorms. I plan to work hard, laugh hard, exercise hard, and play hard. I hope to find routine as during the school year I am just trying to tread water to accomplish all that I do. There are many parts that this routine must have and I will let you know if they all get fit in.&lt;div&gt;Oh interesting news today.....I'm a Junior Marshall, again. It is sortive like when you get held back a grade. So I will get to "walk" at graduation three years in a row. I'm just that "special". (that made me giggle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is really all the fantastic news I have to report...now signing off from my nearest Starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-2201742795516117235?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/2201742795516117235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=2201742795516117235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2201742795516117235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2201742795516117235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2009/04/keeping-my-head-above-water.html' title='::Keeping My Head Above Water::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SeZxA4inSXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ujpcrCMiKMY/s72-c/treading+water.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-4752595482066839854</id><published>2009-03-30T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:28:01.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>::Pensive::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SdF_kzf0fjI/AAAAAAAAAcM/GQ1wFj72DWg/s1600-h/happygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SdF_kzf0fjI/AAAAAAAAAcM/GQ1wFj72DWg/s320/happygirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319172905176956466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that feeling that one has when standing at that fork in the road has been lurking over me for about a week now. I'll be honest, I have no idea what to do. I have two "professions" that I could choose. One is the future that I have had since a little girl, to love on students and prepare them for the future. The other is one that I have learned to love, and has the same goal of loving on students and preparing them for the future. One has a definite opening when I graduate, with a retirement plan and excellent benefits. The other is one that I will have to work for to get a job, but feel worth and accomplishment by getting there. One is terrifying, and full of disbelief in myself. The other is exciting and so rewarding. One can be found anywhere in many different outlets. The other is specific and may cause me to relocate. One makes very little pay. The other makes even less. So as you see, I don't know what to do.&lt;div&gt;This feeling has caused me much turmoil in the past couple of weeks. I know what my "heart" wants to do, and I know what my "brain" tells me to do. As for the direction God is having me go, as of yet, I don't know. I do have faith that he will open the necessary doors to make whatever His will is happen. But this means patience and lots of it. I don't know what I am supposed to do before and after I graduate college. I don't even know what major I want. So I stare at the two roads before me and wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will leave you with as much hope as I have: "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "Plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you hope and a future..." Jeremiah 29:11 (yes this is taken a little out of context but tonight it speaks volumes.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-4752595482066839854?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/4752595482066839854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=4752595482066839854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/4752595482066839854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/4752595482066839854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2009/03/pensive.html' title='::Pensive::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SdF_kzf0fjI/AAAAAAAAAcM/GQ1wFj72DWg/s72-c/happygirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-457223419537351537</id><published>2009-03-08T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:54:28.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::Fried College Kids::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SbSgwTswe-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/j3HI7ywIqfQ/s1600-h/Spring+break+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SbSgwTswe-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/j3HI7ywIqfQ/s200/Spring+break+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311046612358822882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When coming to the south, I am often greeted by the views of Fried Chicken stores usually named ridiculous things like "Fry-daddy", but today it was definitely fried college students as each one of us are burnt. But it was totally worth it. I spent the day on the beach, enjoying the sun and surf. Then after we spent our sun time we went to &lt;a href="http://www.lulusathomeport.com/"&gt;LuLu's&lt;/a&gt; for dinner. This place was so adorable (and showed a beautiful sunset, as you can see to the left) and had tasty marina food. Also we found an artist there who put henna on almost all of the ladies on the trip. I have a neat little marking on my foot. It is my first henna tat, and I love it. I believe tomorrow holds tons of shopping, we shall see how that goes! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-457223419537351537?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/457223419537351537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=457223419537351537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/457223419537351537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/457223419537351537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2009/03/fried-college-kids.html' title='::Fried College Kids::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SbSgwTswe-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/j3HI7ywIqfQ/s72-c/Spring+break+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-2285046570192952279</id><published>2009-03-07T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:02:36.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student Activities'/><title type='text'>::Here Comes the Sun::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SbSU0FPS8TI/AAAAAAAAAb0/FFZ_ZeLbRvs/s1600-h/spring+break+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SbSU0FPS8TI/AAAAAAAAAb0/FFZ_ZeLbRvs/s200/spring+break+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311033483057099058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all this trip has been in the works for a couple of years. We have been trying to convince our boss that a spring break trip would be great for the student body. This year we succeeded and made out way to Orange Beach, Alabama. The trip there was so crazy, as it was a 14 hour drive in a big MBU bus. We left at midnight and got here around 2 pm. There were some crazy times on the way here, lets just say college kids awake in a trucker station at 3 am is never a good thing. We finally arrived at our hotel and let's just say this hotel is incredible! Like one of the best Hotels I have ever stayed in. Then we jumped in the heated pool and enjoyed the Alabaman sun. Soon after that us ladies got all dolled up and went "out". It got a little crazy but we had a good time. Finally we ended the evening with a relaxing walk on the beach. It is so nice not to have to be a certain place at a certain time and to have time to just have fun. This Spring Break will be a blast, more to come later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-2285046570192952279?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/2285046570192952279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=2285046570192952279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2285046570192952279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2285046570192952279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-comes-sun.html' title='::Here Comes the Sun::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SbSU0FPS8TI/AAAAAAAAAb0/FFZ_ZeLbRvs/s72-c/spring+break+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-3394414312133426776</id><published>2009-02-16T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:47:58.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student Activities'/><title type='text'>::Putting the Best Foot Forward::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SZntDtQR9pI/AAAAAAAAAbc/MbN_QX25-ds/s1600-h/CVD.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303530684148741778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SZntDtQR9pI/AAAAAAAAAbc/MbN_QX25-ds/s200/CVD.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was a rough one. At the moment I feel like I am floating on a pink cloud of tiredness. But these feelings are more than worth it because today was one of the highest attended Campus Visit Days Missouri Baptist University has ever had. It was great sharing the love I have for the University with the potentially incoming students who will make it even better. I enjoyed the enthusiasm and questions that each student had as they are trying to make an educated choice on their next stop in their road of education. I hope each year just becomes bigger and better! Way to go Admissions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-3394414312133426776?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/3394414312133426776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=3394414312133426776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/3394414312133426776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/3394414312133426776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2009/02/putting-best-foot-forward.html' title='::Putting the Best Foot Forward::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SZntDtQR9pI/AAAAAAAAAbc/MbN_QX25-ds/s72-c/CVD.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-6848335233968865817</id><published>2009-02-08T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:56:10.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internship'/><title type='text'>::Ms. Intern::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SY-3VmtA8II/AAAAAAAAAbE/YQS9DVxSKwU/s1600-h/intern+diaries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SY-3VmtA8II/AAAAAAAAAbE/YQS9DVxSKwU/s200/intern+diaries.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300656868232851586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to call myself an intern. Every Friday I prepare myself to learn all that I can and "be all that I can be". Okay I really just sit at the perk and do the tasks that are set out for me to do. But starting last Friday I got the first taste of what I would like to do after college. I spent a couple hours having a Freshman Admissions counselor go over the breakdown and tasks of what he does. And let me tell you I learned so much and loved every second of it. I will try to keep you all in the loop of what is happening with my internship and all the wonderful stories that come my way, It is sure to be a doozy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-6848335233968865817?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/6848335233968865817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=6848335233968865817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6848335233968865817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6848335233968865817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2009/02/ms-intern.html' title='::Ms. Intern::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SY-3VmtA8II/AAAAAAAAAbE/YQS9DVxSKwU/s72-c/intern+diaries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-2935657374681192904</id><published>2009-02-03T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:29:37.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>::Empathy Pains::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SYj9iGNFuTI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KmlbLDrbCi4/s1600-h/empathy-logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SYj9iGNFuTI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KmlbLDrbCi4/s200/empathy-logo.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298763723824281906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is breaking every day. The great part is that it is not breaking because of me, but instead because of God. I have never been a very compassionate person, I don't know why? I have a hard time walking in someone elses shoes. And then showing them that I care. But one at a time, okay sometimes many at once, people have came to me with burdens. These are burdens I have never been around and often don't know what to say. I just listen the best I can and show them Gods love through what He promises in His word. Thank you God for breaking my heart and please give me the words the point these people to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-2935657374681192904?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/2935657374681192904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=2935657374681192904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2935657374681192904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2935657374681192904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2009/02/empathy-pains.html' title='::Empathy Pains::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SYj9iGNFuTI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KmlbLDrbCi4/s72-c/empathy-logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-7169009460454634925</id><published>2009-01-30T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:00:07.255-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>::Prioritizing People::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SYP242_gUvI/AAAAAAAAAa0/2KXQ0Mz89Vc/s1600-h/oberweis+mug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SYP242_gUvI/AAAAAAAAAa0/2KXQ0Mz89Vc/s200/oberweis+mug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297349043412816626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When times gets crazy and there are lots of activities to plan, things to clean, and homework to finish, the first thing I pitch out of my life is my time for relationships. Recently, I have realized the problem with this particular mind frame. God calls us to build relationships with each other and caring for one another. What a failure I am! So this weekend I am trying to change this. I got the opportunity to go out with some lovely ladies to &lt;a href="http://www.oberweisdairy.com/web/default.asp"&gt;Oberweis&lt;/a&gt; to get some amazing FREE LATTEs! Wait did you hear that FREE. Yup and it was so lovely to get to catch up with these girls. Then Lindsey and I went to a friends movie night and saw tons of old and hopefully new friends. For me the easiest thing to do is hole up in my room, I guess this is my introverted side coming out. But I know that this can be a very wrong thing. Thank you to all who keep me accountable, and to those who want to see me smile! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-7169009460454634925?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/7169009460454634925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=7169009460454634925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7169009460454634925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7169009460454634925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2009/01/prioritizing-people.html' title='::Prioritizing People::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SYP242_gUvI/AAAAAAAAAa0/2KXQ0Mz89Vc/s72-c/oberweis+mug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-2918001714301229936</id><published>2009-01-27T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:28:52.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conferences'/><title type='text'>::Legacy::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SYAJGY2HmJI/AAAAAAAAAak/5rvgLd5T6O8/s1600-h/leadership-word.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SYAJGY2HmJI/AAAAAAAAAak/5rvgLd5T6O8/s200/leadership-word.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296243167141009554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time in everyone's life when they ponder the imprint they have created in their "world". My world for the past three years has been Mobap. This may seem silly but I have poured my blood, sweat and tears into MBU. This past weekend, however, I have seen a little fruit of my labor. Student Activities took some current and aspiring leaders to a leadership retreat. And being President of Student Activities, I had the opportunity to lead many of the meetings. I am so amazed at the caliber of leadership in SAC. They have gone above and beyond what I expected of them. There is passion, innovativeness and initiative in the group and I am very proud. I feel relieved to hand off the position that I have held for two years to any one of these wonderful men and women. Thank you to all who will continue this Legacy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-2918001714301229936?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/2918001714301229936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=2918001714301229936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2918001714301229936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2918001714301229936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2009/01/legacy.html' title='::Legacy::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SYAJGY2HmJI/AAAAAAAAAak/5rvgLd5T6O8/s72-c/leadership-word.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-2460239629742374034</id><published>2009-01-17T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:07:09.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>::Sometimes You Just Gotta Live A little::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SXJkirAf7rI/AAAAAAAAAY4/HChF7jF1kx0/s1600-h/Game+pieces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SXJkirAf7rI/AAAAAAAAAY4/HChF7jF1kx0/s200/Game+pieces.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292403058936901298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days where the only times I see my room is right before I go to bed. I feel like I am constantly busy. Don't get me wrong, I love the activities that I choose to be committed to, but sometimes you just gotta let your hair down. And so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; I did just that. After I crashed on my bed (being busy makes you tired) I was woken by my phone with a simple text message saying, "game night". That little phrase changed my Friday into a whole bunch of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-2460239629742374034?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/2460239629742374034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=2460239629742374034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2460239629742374034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2460239629742374034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-you-just-gotta-live-little.html' title='::Sometimes You Just Gotta Live A little::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SXJkirAf7rI/AAAAAAAAAY4/HChF7jF1kx0/s72-c/Game+pieces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-8518671377341440657</id><published>2008-11-30T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:24:10.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>::Intense Sensory Overload::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/STNYym3tZWI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5YfiIBRO330/s1600-h/Trans-Siberian_Orchestra_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/STNYym3tZWI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5YfiIBRO330/s200/Trans-Siberian_Orchestra_8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657215031895394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I had a ladies night out. And boy did we paint the town red. We started at California Pizza Kitchen and shared a salad and pizza (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; Appetite) and then went down town to see if we could get tickets to &lt;a href="http://www.trans-siberian.com/index-main.php"&gt;Trans-Siberian Orchestra&lt;/a&gt; that was playing at that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Savvis&lt;/span&gt; that night. We got tickets alright, in the first row. I mean like nothing between myself and the stage. I have never sat in the first row at a concert so this was quite a difference as usually I am up in the nosebleed seats. This was the coolest experience ever. I have never seen so many lights, lasers or fire in my entire life. And the music was AMAZING! I have a new appreciation for Rock Christmas music! So thank you momma for a great evening full of fun, food and festivities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-8518671377341440657?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/8518671377341440657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=8518671377341440657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/8518671377341440657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/8518671377341440657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/11/intense-sensory-overload.html' title='::Intense Sensory Overload::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/STNYym3tZWI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5YfiIBRO330/s72-c/Trans-Siberian_Orchestra_8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-7496940895634335869</id><published>2008-10-20T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:29:00.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::Fall Break::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SPy_yCYzuyI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6OXWczQkSVY/s1600-h/leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259289331217185570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SPy_yCYzuyI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6OXWczQkSVY/s200/leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew coming into this fall break that it had the potential to be rather boring because I had chosen to be on duty (as an RA). That meant four days with no one at the dorms to amuse me. But I was wonderfully surprised that this break has been anything but boring. I feel like I have done tons of fun stuff, while being "stuck" in the dorms. I've gone out for sushi, picked and carved pumpkins, made puppie chow, and played phase ten for hours. Really, it hasn't been too bad. And the fun continues tonight as myself and some friends dive into the land of Quelf (you just have to experience it for yourself). So thank you to all of the lovely people who made this weekend full of festivities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-7496940895634335869?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/7496940895634335869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=7496940895634335869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7496940895634335869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7496940895634335869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-break.html' title='::Fall Break::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SPy_yCYzuyI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6OXWczQkSVY/s72-c/leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-9102655792339474384</id><published>2008-10-14T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:33:46.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student Activities'/><title type='text'>::Pride Commeth Before the Fall::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SPVHkQRyOdI/AAAAAAAAATc/U9ieSFhnE6M/s1600-h/Mizzou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SPVHkQRyOdI/AAAAAAAAATc/U9ieSFhnE6M/s200/Mizzou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257186828195346898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know me well, they will have a great understanding on how independent I am. I like to do things on my own, and really don't need help. I think this can be a great part of who I am and the motivation that I need at times. But this is also can be manifested negatively through Pride. This weekend was just one way that I noticed this. So we, some friends and I, got the great opportunity to go see the Mighty Mizzou Tigers battle it out through some football against OSU. Mind you this is the first time I have ever been to a college football game. So I thought I was being smart by wearing "comfortable" shoes (aka flip flops), little did I know that there was a mile and a half walk to the stadium. To make a long story short, I got some really nasty blisters on the bottoms of my feet (bad enough where I was close to tears, and I hardly ever cry). But where my prideful self came in was when we were leaving our "spots" at the game. For those who know the stadium we were on the hill (and when I say hill I mean it....it was steep). So having really sore feet and attempting the hill was a joke. I tried my hardest to get up it and while trying to avoid falling into people, refused all help to get up the hill. Until a young man who will remain nameless offered his hand (for the second time, mind you) I swallowed my pride took his hand and got to the stairs. Why do I refuse help? Because I assume I can do it. Sometimes I feel like I do this to God. I tell him, "I don't need your help, I am fully capable of doing it myself." But in reality, I am so broken and need His direction, mercy, and love, and more often then not his discipline. So I will leave you with this, in hope that I will learn the same.&lt;div&gt;"When pride comes, then comes dishonor, But with the humble is wisdom. The integrity of the upright will guide them, But the crookedness of the treacherous will destroy them." Proverbs 11:2-3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-9102655792339474384?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/9102655792339474384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=9102655792339474384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/9102655792339474384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/9102655792339474384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/10/pride-commeth-before-fall.html' title='::Pride Commeth Before the Fall::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SPVHkQRyOdI/AAAAAAAAATc/U9ieSFhnE6M/s72-c/Mizzou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-5383043792109724552</id><published>2008-10-02T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:52:40.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>::Fireproof::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SOVswonAoTI/AAAAAAAAATM/8UdhAkuidt0/s1600-h/fireproof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252724123188109618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SOVswonAoTI/AAAAAAAAATM/8UdhAkuidt0/s200/fireproof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I haven't written in forever, I apologize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I got the chance to get away from everything and saw a movie with a couple of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This movie, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1129423/"&gt;Fireproof&lt;/a&gt;, was such a refreshment to my eyes and ears. Often in movies we are bombarded with negativity and sadness, but this despite a few tears from happiness left you with hope. It begins with a loveless marriage in which both people want out. But Caleb (Kirk Cameron) is given a challenge by his father that literally changes his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not often that you hear bible verses, Christian music, and especially the Gospel message in a movie. I highly recommend this movie to all people, not just those who are married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Viewing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My "Ebert and Roeper" Score: Two thumbs up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-5383043792109724552?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/5383043792109724552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=5383043792109724552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5383043792109724552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5383043792109724552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/10/fireproof.html' title='::Fireproof::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SOVswonAoTI/AAAAAAAAATM/8UdhAkuidt0/s72-c/fireproof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-9009697661170292744</id><published>2008-09-14T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:57:51.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conferences'/><title type='text'>::Four Books a Month::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My Parents have been very charitable lately as they paid for the NANC conference and they also paid for any books that I wanted from the conference. So I picked up a couple....Okay, more like 4. Four amazing book that I need to finish in a month....that is a challenge considering I have at least 8 books for my 6 classes that I am taking this semester. But here are the books that God has challenged my mind and heart to read....&lt;div&gt;Keep a Quiet Heart by Elizabeth Elliot&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Spiritual Disciplines By Donald S. Whitney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SM1q7vpw3mI/AAAAAAAAAS8/rRGL8d3d-y8/s200/whitney+book.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245966715592957538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SM1pyj0WpKI/AAAAAAAAASc/VwCwKp78hHs/s200/book+by+Elisabeth+Elliot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245965458285700258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pleasing People By Lou Priolo&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Damsels in Distress By Martha Peace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SM1qssPgsVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rKjhEwo4RQM/s200/book+damsels-in-distress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245966456979501394" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SM1qEqpemWI/AAAAAAAAASk/O7VXAuotgE4/s200/book+lou+priolo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245965769356777826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-9009697661170292744?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/9009697661170292744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=9009697661170292744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/9009697661170292744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/9009697661170292744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/09/four-books-month.html' title='::Four Books a Month::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SM1q7vpw3mI/AAAAAAAAAS8/rRGL8d3d-y8/s72-c/whitney+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-2633240257352795607</id><published>2008-09-12T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:09:15.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion Classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conferences'/><title type='text'>::NANC conference::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SMtKwWS02_I/AAAAAAAAASE/4F7adXCVLdU/s1600-h/nanc-logo_over.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SMtKwWS02_I/AAAAAAAAASE/4F7adXCVLdU/s200/nanc-logo_over.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245368385481792498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents approached me a couple of weeks ago about attending a conference that my church was holding and said that my pastor said that it would be a good conference for me. I told them that I would look at my schedule and if I could do it, I would be interested. Well my schedule did allow it and tonight was the first part of the conference. This is a &lt;a href="http://www.nanc.org/"&gt;NANC (National Assicaition of Neuthetic Counseling) conference&lt;/a&gt; which is a three weekend conference on Biblical Counseling and Discipleship. Over the next three months I will gain around 30 hours of Biblical counseling training. Tonight, we learned the foundation of Biblical Counseling and I was very engaged as it was building on many terms I have heard in my religion classes. And this concept of Biblical Counseling is simply focusing on the application side of the foundation of theology. &lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's sessions start at 8 am, which is insane for a typical college kid....I suspect lots of coffee will be consumed tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-2633240257352795607?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/2633240257352795607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=2633240257352795607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2633240257352795607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2633240257352795607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/09/nanc-conference.html' title='::NANC conference::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SMtKwWS02_I/AAAAAAAAASE/4F7adXCVLdU/s72-c/nanc-logo_over.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-7701340701935440103</id><published>2008-09-07T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:54:03.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>::&gt;2 believers=He will be there::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SMQ_F_RuNiI/AAAAAAAAARs/zBdD3SPL52Q/s1600-h/small-group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SMQ_F_RuNiI/AAAAAAAAARs/zBdD3SPL52Q/s200/small-group.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243385238283761186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the need to brag, not on my abilities but on Gods. Over the summer He has brought some fantastic women into my life that encourage, love, and keep me accountable to what God expects. They have been there when I have been sad, glad and upset. They are great examples of women who love God and want to see others grow. Each one of them are very different and are in the same but various parts of their life. They are all important parts of the University and I thank God for allowing them to be a part of my life. Now we are continuing our summer small group into the school year and I cannot wait to see how God moves each one of us. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-7701340701935440103?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/7701340701935440103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=7701340701935440103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7701340701935440103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7701340701935440103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-believershe-will-be-there.html' title='::&gt;2 believers=He will be there::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SMQ_F_RuNiI/AAAAAAAAARs/zBdD3SPL52Q/s72-c/small-group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-3740365815951884605</id><published>2008-08-28T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:21:58.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>::An amazing evening with Shane and Shane::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SLeHX_ktU6I/AAAAAAAAARc/-mxTCsoRzIE/s1600-h/Shane+and+shane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SLeHX_ktU6I/AAAAAAAAARc/-mxTCsoRzIE/s200/Shane+and+shane.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239805537741001634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or two ago Kelly surprised me with a ticket to tonight's Shane and Shane concert at &lt;a href="http://www.twinoakschurch.org/article145524.htm"&gt;Twin Oaks Presbyterian Church.&lt;/a&gt; So we got there half an hour before the doors opened thinking that there was going to be a huge line, well there wasn't so we just walked in and found out that the band (Shane &amp;amp; Shane and Bethany Dillon) had just got there. So we offered to help set out shirts or whatever needed to be done, and then walked in this lady with a stroller who looked a little frazzled. She then said her name was Kelly and wanted to know if we could help her. We said yes, and then she asked us if we could take her small adorable daughter, olive, to the green room and entertain her. Kelly and I are not really children type people but said yes. We then realize that Kelly is Shane Everett's Wife and Olive is his daughter. So we are trying to play with a 1.5 year old and in walks bethany dillon, she is so down to earth and just starts chatting with us. Both Shanes now enter and we all sit down and eat dinner together. This was the coolest thing ever. We then go out to the auditorium and pick a front row seat to watch the sound check before the doors even open. &lt;div&gt;The concert was absolutely incredible but I was a little distracted from the events just prior. Kelly and I were in awe that we had just met the people who created the music that we woke up to everyday over the summer. Who knew all of the perks of babysitting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-3740365815951884605?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/3740365815951884605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=3740365815951884605&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/3740365815951884605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/3740365815951884605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/08/amazing-evening-with-shane-and-shane.html' title='::An amazing evening with Shane and Shane::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SLeHX_ktU6I/AAAAAAAAARc/-mxTCsoRzIE/s72-c/Shane+and+shane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-7855573348157722593</id><published>2008-08-27T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:52:51.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The beginning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student Activities'/><title type='text'>::New Blog: Student Activites:Mobap Style::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SLWwckmwcXI/AAAAAAAAARE/PbestBoB4M0/s1600-h/Blog_Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239287746424500594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SLWwckmwcXI/AAAAAAAAARE/PbestBoB4M0/s200/Blog_Logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;For all who want to know what is going on in Student Activites, we have a new &lt;a href="http://mobapstudentactivities.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; that will allow us to communicate our fabulous events to the amazing students of MBU! So stop in, leave a comment, and show SA how much you appreciate them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace, Love and Jungle Gyms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-7855573348157722593?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/7855573348157722593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=7855573348157722593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7855573348157722593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7855573348157722593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-blog-student-activitesmobap-style.html' title='::New Blog: Student Activites:Mobap Style::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SLWwckmwcXI/AAAAAAAAARE/PbestBoB4M0/s72-c/Blog_Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-6066664694958997595</id><published>2008-08-23T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:24:49.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>::Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SLDiadcm3RI/AAAAAAAAAQw/F--DdAUZ1SI/s1600-h/travelingpants2poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SLDiadcm3RI/AAAAAAAAAQw/F--DdAUZ1SI/s200/travelingpants2poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237935310840978706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning I did something that I have never done. I went to a movie by myself. Mind you, I am a pretty consistent extrovert so this act was slightly out of character, but it was so wonderful. It allowed me to laugh and perhaps even tear (don't let anyone know) without people I know judging me. But on to the review...&lt;div&gt;This movie revisits the friendship of four different young ladies facing the changing atmosphere of summer during their college years. Each young lady went their own way and found themselves in different but exhilarating ways. It truly made me understand a little about my own life and the ways I run from things. There was one scene that could have been taken out, but you can't win them all. I am slightly disappointed that there will not be a third movie, but I shall survive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall my Roeper and Ebert score would be two thumbs up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-6066664694958997595?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/6066664694958997595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=6066664694958997595&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6066664694958997595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6066664694958997595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/08/sisterhood-of-traveling-pants-2.html' title='::Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SLDiadcm3RI/AAAAAAAAAQw/F--DdAUZ1SI/s72-c/travelingpants2poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-2804921345059252471</id><published>2008-08-20T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:55:32.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>::Amazed::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SKz1HHmbTwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/4tu6Lo4XrCk/s1600-h/fingerprint-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SKz1HHmbTwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/4tu6Lo4XrCk/s200/fingerprint-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236829969373155074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I am amazed by our creator and Lord. I was sitting at work the other day and was typing the word "schedule" and while doing this I was wondering, How does my mind and fingers know how to spell and type that word? God is so amazing in his creation. I feel privileged to be called a child of God and that he knew ME (and you) before we were born! I think it is so obvious to see his work, his handicraft, his fingerprint in his creation! I mean How Great is our God! He is the giver and sustainer of life...and worthy, more than worthy, of our every praise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-2804921345059252471?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/2804921345059252471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=2804921345059252471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2804921345059252471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2804921345059252471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/08/amazed.html' title='::Amazed::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SKz1HHmbTwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/4tu6Lo4XrCk/s72-c/fingerprint-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-5408740449284381131</id><published>2008-08-19T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:07:38.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::1000::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SKuYc3eMpeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VeI-zTCp1Oo/s1600-h/roman+numeral+1000.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SKuYc3eMpeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VeI-zTCp1Oo/s200/roman+numeral+1000.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236446613442700770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited, no giddy, to announce that my blog has reached a 1000 viewers. I feel like I have won a special award...perhaps the satisfaction in my heart is enough. Often enough my blog is full of oddities and ramblings but I'm glad someone out there in cyber space has enjoyed it. Thanks goes out to viewers like you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-5408740449284381131?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/5408740449284381131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=5408740449284381131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5408740449284381131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5408740449284381131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/08/1000.html' title='::1000::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SKuYc3eMpeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VeI-zTCp1Oo/s72-c/roman+numeral+1000.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-4049711647783006878</id><published>2008-08-17T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:20:54.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The beginning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student Activities'/><title type='text'>::Peace, Love and Welcome Weekend::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SKhr6CpNy0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/lQbXR4KuPM4/s1600-h/mobap+chapel+building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SKhr6CpNy0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/lQbXR4KuPM4/s200/mobap+chapel+building.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235553211704527682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup that's right the blessed event is over and was a huge success. Of course there were a few minor problems, but for the most part everything was successful! The Student Activities Staff is responsible for all of it and I am so proud of them. I cannot wait for what the rest of this year has in store. Our activities range from a Chicago trip to a talent show and we have everything in between! So if you are a new student reading this blog, get involved! We want as many people as we can get. &lt;div&gt;Now for the even bigger news....school starts TOMORROW! Wow, where did the summer go. I have tons of classes and am super involved like usual! But I LOVE every minute of it, even the ones that involve waking up in the middle of the night to help a resident. And I cannot wait to see how God works through people this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Peace out guys and lets get ready for a spectacular year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-4049711647783006878?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/4049711647783006878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=4049711647783006878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/4049711647783006878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/4049711647783006878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/08/peace-love-and-welcome-weekend.html' title='::Peace, Love and Welcome Weekend::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SKhr6CpNy0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/lQbXR4KuPM4/s72-c/mobap+chapel+building.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-7836083955303447293</id><published>2008-08-15T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:01:52.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reslife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student Activities'/><title type='text'>::Welcome Weekend 2008: Through the Decades::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SKZfG7cveWI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/923hB2tNFdo/s1600-h/DecadesLogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SKZfG7cveWI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/923hB2tNFdo/s200/DecadesLogo.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234976189506877794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is that time again...leaves are changing, school supplies have bombarded Walmart and football is on TV...yup School is here! But to bring in the "new year" MBU has &lt;a href="http://www.mobaponline.com/home/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=54&amp;amp;Itemid=62"&gt;Welcome Weekend&lt;/a&gt; to welcome (go figure) the new students. Being the Pres. of Student Activities all of the responsibilities of this momentous event usually ride on my shoulders and the other lovely Student Activities staff, but this year I was blessed by a great staff and Reslife. I am so proud of the wonderful people who have gave their blood, sweat and tears to make the event magnificent as of this far. I hope all of the new (and returning) have a great time at Welcome Weekend and make tons of new memories! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-7836083955303447293?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/7836083955303447293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=7836083955303447293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7836083955303447293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7836083955303447293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-weekend-2008-through-decades.html' title='::Welcome Weekend 2008: Through the Decades::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SKZfG7cveWI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/923hB2tNFdo/s72-c/DecadesLogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-956957572929619483</id><published>2008-08-11T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:38:21.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reslife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>::RA training week::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SKETnQ1UVWI/AAAAAAAAAQI/fgko4abmHGo/s1600-h/reslife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SKETnQ1UVWI/AAAAAAAAAQI/fgko4abmHGo/s200/reslife.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233485807235650914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me first begin to say that RA training (RAT week) is not just a week, it is more like 10 days. I am convinced that they claim "week" to make us feel better (it's not working). But in all seriousness, this is my first time going through this blessed event and I am rather excited. We are about half way through (it started last Wednesday) and I have learned some important things. I am now CPR and first aid certified which is good, in case of any mishaps or emergencies during the year. I have gotten to know some new people (there are two new male RA's) and formed deeper relationships with the ones I already knew. I have moved more dressers and desks than I would ever like to see and cleaned more showers than ever before. But hey, it just makes the students excitement about moving in more rewarding. I finally have my room clean (if you know me then you know that this is quite a feat.) and my hall is mostly done. &lt;div&gt;I wish I could right more but we have a service project at 8 am tomorrow!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Sorry for the lapse in blogs but our server seems to have a grudge against blogger! :-( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-956957572929619483?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/956957572929619483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=956957572929619483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/956957572929619483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/956957572929619483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/08/ra-training-week.html' title='::RA training week::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SKETnQ1UVWI/AAAAAAAAAQI/fgko4abmHGo/s72-c/reslife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-828934718898207473</id><published>2008-07-29T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:22:47.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conferences'/><title type='text'>::Conferences, Tours, and Pirates, Oh My!::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SI_eQ7pHk2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/hOTnjTcb2Ys/s1600-h/pirate+logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SI_eQ7pHk2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/hOTnjTcb2Ys/s200/pirate+logo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228642074869863266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the ending of our fabulous conference. We went to so many different sessions where a variety of ambassador information was delivered. We also went on a spectacular walking tour of the PITT campus. As a side note, anyone who complains that we walk too much at mobap needs to go on a tour of this place....whew...I got in my walking quota for the month :-). Then we went on a bus tour of Pittsburgh, a place that has so much history and people take a lot of pride in. Finally we went to a &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/clubhouse?team=Pit"&gt;Pittsburgh Pirates&lt;/a&gt; game which they won!! And I got to try a Pittsburghian staple the &lt;a href="http://www.primantibros.com/"&gt;Cheesesteak sandwich&lt;/a&gt; which is not like a normal Philly cheesesteak but is a sandwich with the usual meat and cheese but also has french fries and coleslaw in the sandwich. Let's just say that I only ate half.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-828934718898207473?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/828934718898207473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=828934718898207473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/828934718898207473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/828934718898207473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/07/conferences-tours-and-pirates-oh-my.html' title='::Conferences, Tours, and Pirates, Oh My!::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SI_eQ7pHk2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/hOTnjTcb2Ys/s72-c/pirate+logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-4321582833165017576</id><published>2008-07-28T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:17:19.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conferences'/><title type='text'>::Ambassadors Conference::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SI6TwJbtarI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UIFmFAfQgfQ/s1600-h/cathedral+of+learning+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SI6TwJbtarI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UIFmFAfQgfQ/s320/cathedral+of+learning+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228278672798870194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought based upon my last blog that I should clarify what kind of conference I am at and what exactly that I am learning. So as you know, Erica Jill and I are in Pittsburgh and we are at an ambassadors conference, which goes over the ins and outs of giving tours. I can't begin to say how much I have learned at this conference (and we have only been to two sessions). On top of all the learning, we are gaining ideas for our University from other fantastic schools alike and unlike our own. &lt;div&gt;The best part is the passion that is inside of each one of us to change the University for the better, we want to see growth not just in numbers or championships but spiritually and relationally changing. We want a University that is bold about their faith and loves those that attend the establishment. We want to see people who welcome change but still hold onto some traditions that make the university unique. And we want to see other people with the same passion we have uniting for a cause. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never forget the thought provoking conversations that we had in the Cathedral of Learning aka "the tower of knowledge"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-4321582833165017576?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/4321582833165017576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=4321582833165017576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/4321582833165017576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/4321582833165017576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/07/ambassadors-conference.html' title='::Ambassadors Conference::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SI6TwJbtarI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UIFmFAfQgfQ/s72-c/cathedral+of+learning+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-5054471719023828098</id><published>2008-07-27T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:57:48.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conferences'/><title type='text'>::Was that a Blimp?::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SI01cu5eStI/AAAAAAAAAPo/f05I5hsQ3kY/s1600-h/blimp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SI01cu5eStI/AAAAAAAAAPo/f05I5hsQ3kY/s320/blimp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227893510188714706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my last "vacation" of the summer...it is truly bitter sweet. This vacay involves two lovely ladies and a conference. That's right....conferences can be vacations too! So Jill, Erica and I piled into the schools Honda Pilot and hit the road this afternoon, nine hours later we are in this Cozy little Hampton not to far from Columbus! The conference starts tomorrow and is in Pittsburgh. So hopefully after a good nights sleep under the comfort of this lovely duvet, I will be ready to learn about how to give a great tour of a campus. It may not sound too exciting but I am sooo psyched to gain more knowledge about this topic and to get to know some new people! &lt;div&gt;P.S. We were passing through Indy and saw this blimp...I don't think I have ever seen a blimp before!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-5054471719023828098?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/5054471719023828098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=5054471719023828098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5054471719023828098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5054471719023828098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/07/was-that-blimp.html' title='::Was that a Blimp?::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SI01cu5eStI/AAAAAAAAAPo/f05I5hsQ3kY/s72-c/blimp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-8008709294548005260</id><published>2008-07-26T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:19:14.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>::The Dark Knight::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SIv1bRsAldI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QjT1d_7Mt_w/s1600-h/darkknight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SIv1bRsAldI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QjT1d_7Mt_w/s200/darkknight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227541641446856146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, a friend and I went out to dinner because she had just got back from a mission trip and then we wanted to see a movie, which ended up being The Dark Knight. &lt;div&gt;First of all I love comic book heroes, but she didn't, and had the cards already stacked against the movie. But we both ended up loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my thoughts....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::What is with batman's voice? Really, How does he do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::Batman's "Bat mobile" or whatever it was called was much different than what I thought it would be. Usually it is a shiny new sports car, or something of the like. But this time it looked more like an all terrain vehicle. Plus it turned into an all terrain motorcycle...could it get any cooler?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::Could Heath Ledger do a better job? It was one of the best portrayed villains, I have seen yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have yet to see any of the other batman movies and The Dark Knight had me on the edge of my seat and covering my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give this movie a Roper and Ebert two thumb up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-8008709294548005260?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/8008709294548005260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=8008709294548005260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/8008709294548005260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/8008709294548005260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/07/dark-knight.html' title='::The Dark Knight::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SIv1bRsAldI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QjT1d_7Mt_w/s72-c/darkknight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-2650501758200265562</id><published>2008-07-23T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:06:58.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>::Apples full of tears::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SIe5Ruh0MXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/USBsVV8UxQU/s1600-h/macbook.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226349606785528178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SIe5Ruh0MXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/USBsVV8UxQU/s200/macbook.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My goal this summer was to save up all of my money and buy myself a brand new wonderful computer. And as the summer begins to wane I am approaching my goal, as I have around $800 saved. I knew that soon I wouldn't be able to work and would be a little shy of my mac's $1200 price tag so I asked my beloved father if he would help me out a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today at work I get a call from my dad asking if I would prefer a 13" or 15" screen. I am taken back a little and say 13", thinking he was questioning my judgement on choice of computer. He then basically says, "Good It will be there in 21 days". At first I am confused, did he really just by my mac for me? And then I am on the brink of tears (I know this sounds a little superficial as I hardly cry at anything) and cannot find the words to thank him. And don't know if I ever will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so thankful for this wonderful gift and want to let my dad know that this means alot to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s. I think I know the perfect way to spend the money saved up..... a little trip to see my dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-2650501758200265562?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/2650501758200265562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=2650501758200265562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2650501758200265562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2650501758200265562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/07/apples-full-of-tears.html' title='::Apples full of tears::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SIe5Ruh0MXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/USBsVV8UxQU/s72-c/macbook.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-1772373695535597096</id><published>2008-07-22T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:03:04.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::Wordle-It's like a word doodle::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/81915/Sarah_Marie" title="Wordle: Sarah Marie"&gt;&lt;img src="http://wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/81915/Sarah_Marie" style="padding:4px;border:1px solid #ddd" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This describes my blog to the world: And makes me conscious of what I write about!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-1772373695535597096?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/1772373695535597096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=1772373695535597096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/1772373695535597096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/1772373695535597096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/07/wordle-its-like-word-doodle.html' title='::Wordle-It&apos;s like a word doodle::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-8358180358179247317</id><published>2008-07-21T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:02:14.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student Activities'/><title type='text'>::Tan Tar A: Bringing SAC together::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SITA56_FeBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/DUEDuWbJYHw/s1600-h/tantara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225513568975550482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SITA56_FeBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/DUEDuWbJYHw/s200/tantara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SITAkkXoo3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/bZtbyy8Ptas/s1600-h/tantara.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must confess that on typical SAC trips I really don't get to relax that much, but this one was the exact opposite! Our "vacation" started with a quick meeting to go over some SAC Maintenance and then we were off to the lake. We arrived at &lt;a href="http://www.tan-tar-a.com/"&gt;TanTarA&lt;/a&gt;, which is an amazing resort next to the Lake of the Ozarks, and then got acclimated with our accommodations. This vacation was filled to the top with swimming, sunning, laughing and riding. Riding you ask? Yep that's right, we went horseback riding. I got the privilege of riding the tallest horse whose is affectionately named weasel. He definitely was a lot like me as he did not want to follow those around him and created his own path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, this is one of the most relaxing vacations I have had, despite the intense burn that my dear shoulders bear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-8358180358179247317?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/8358180358179247317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=8358180358179247317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/8358180358179247317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/8358180358179247317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/07/tan-tar-bringing-sac-together.html' title='::Tan Tar A: Bringing SAC together::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SITA56_FeBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/DUEDuWbJYHw/s72-c/tantara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-5833585223639867510</id><published>2008-07-14T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:32:08.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>::My Big Fat Family Vacation::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me give you a day by day peak into my crazy vacation (prepare for a long Post).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 3: So my mommacita picks me up to go to lunch with my &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SHzNxNguK_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/kfMLADm2Wkg/s1600-h/2005-Ford-Mustang-p-White.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223275913167121394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SHzNxNguK_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/kfMLADm2Wkg/s200/2005-Ford-Mustang-p-White.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stepdad (thank you Dr. Lacey for a half day at work) and we go to this Kosher Deli Called &lt;a href="http://www.kohnskosher.com/"&gt;Kohns Kosher Market&lt;/a&gt; and I had a wonderful Bison Burger. Then we are off to get our rental car Which is....a Mustang....yup that's right boys think of two mustang sallies!!!! So we were off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 4: We ended at a wonderful hotel and after a little breakfast we continued our trek to &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?sourceid=navclient&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;rlz=1T4ADBS_enUS257US258&amp;amp;q=tunkhannock+pa&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=geocode_result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ct=title"&gt;Tunkhannock Pennsylvania&lt;/a&gt;. After 16 hours and two days of driving we finally arrive and are whisked away to spend our fourth "livin it up". Our Cousin took us to the top of a large bank building and we saw all of the fireworks of the night from that location. It was the neatest fourth I have had. There is no way I could but the adequate words to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 5: We spend the nights at the Shadowbrook "resort". I say "resort" very loosely. But we spent our Saturday cleaning, painting, washing and vacuuming my Great grandmothers house. This was such a ministry opportunity and I'm glad that I got to be part of it. I also got to see my family in a much different light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 6: My family went to my great grandmothers small country church, where everyone seems &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SHzOL1QFvEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tUA9ImTIh4Q/s1600-h/90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223276370511379522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SHzOL1QFvEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tUA9ImTIh4Q/s200/90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to be related. The message was wonderful and include some great patriotic quotes. What a mighty but fragile country we live in. Then the belle of the ball (my great grandmother) was put in her chariot (the mustang-that was a show) and taken to her 90th birthday party! I saw family there that I haven't seen since I was a very small child. I didn't remember most of them but it was nice to see all of the love that we have for this one special woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 7: I like to call this day the "Great Switch", because the ball (myself) was handed off from one team (my mom) to the other team (my dad). And I spent another 7 hours in a car. Let me tell you this I have never seen a grown man get so excited about a trip to a furniture store. We passed an &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/"&gt;IKEA&lt;/a&gt; and the man practically dove off the deep end (but I heard a rumor that this need was fixed on the way home when they only spent two hours there). Finally we (my dad, Stan and I) arrived in Gaylord, Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SHzOzveQqYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JFVnLme5KKo/s1600-h/Washers+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223277056154970498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SHzOzveQqYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JFVnLme5KKo/s200/Washers+game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July 8: I have to confess, I have never played many lawn games until this vacation. I played so many games of washers, lawn darts and badminton, that I was sure that my arm was going to fall off. But the uncontrollable laughter kept all of us going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 9: My grandfather and grandmother flowers came up to my grandma and pa chickens house. This is a rare occasion to see them together so we took it too our advantage and had a lovely time with them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 10: During these days of great food, lawn games, poker and laughter, I got to talk with my family and see how they were doing. I love being with my dad and spending time with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SHzQ24UDqJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/38VF8904zMg/s1600-h/Mackinac+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223279309090957458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SHzQ24UDqJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/38VF8904zMg/s200/Mackinac+bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July 11: This day we got to go up to Mackinac City and see lake Huron. While there we ate fish and chips and went shopping. We got back just in time to clean the house for the block party. This was an interesting experience and I learned alot about myself and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 12: We got to sleep in after a late night and when we got up I got to see my grandfathers Airplane. He is an excellent Pilot and I really do admire him. Then we lounge around til our intense Euchre Tournament that was briefly interrupted by our dinner of pizza. Then we went to bed because we had a 6 am wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 13: My Uncle, Sister and I pack up to head back to the Lou. Yes the vacation was over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I got to see my family (on both sides), and stay in two states. I learned tons of things about myself, and found out that I can spend about 40 hours in a car and SURVIVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-5833585223639867510?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/5833585223639867510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=5833585223639867510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5833585223639867510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5833585223639867510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-big-fat-family-vacation.html' title='::My Big Fat Family Vacation::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SHzNxNguK_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/kfMLADm2Wkg/s72-c/2005-Ford-Mustang-p-White.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-8703172063721864688</id><published>2008-07-02T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:02:02.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><title type='text'>::Leave a Smile on my Face::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGwk7sRL64I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nuz6CvtsMig/s1600-h/Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218586676129688450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGwk7sRL64I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nuz6CvtsMig/s200/Smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my all-time favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.drinkfuze.com/"&gt;Fuze&lt;/a&gt; - I love the stuff...I used to only find these guys at gas stations but now Walmart and Target carry them! The fruit flavors are so great...right now I am drinking Tangerine Grapefruit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.qdoba.com/"&gt;Qdoba&lt;/a&gt; - Two summers ago I worked as a Shift manager at the Q, and I still love the food! My favorite is the Naked Chicken Queso Burrito with chips instead of a tortilla!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/a&gt; - Recently A friend gave me a couple of coupons for, get this, Free drinks.....that is right there is nothing better than a free tall frappacino...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Love Spell Fragrance- I always get compliments on this perfume. This lovely smell was recommended by a good friend of mine and I have been stuck on it since!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The perfect Picture - I love the feeling that a picture emanates. It just makes me smile real big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philipians%202:1-11;&amp;amp;version=49;"&gt;A verse that speaks directly&lt;/a&gt;- You know the kind that makes you think, Wow, my Savior loves me so much! Or Man I am so selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are the things that leave a smile on my face and a whistle on my lips...enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-8703172063721864688?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/8703172063721864688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=8703172063721864688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/8703172063721864688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/8703172063721864688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/07/leave-smile-on-my.html' title='::Leave a Smile on my Face::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGwk7sRL64I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nuz6CvtsMig/s72-c/Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-8237323283890523731</id><published>2008-07-01T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:19:28.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::My Personality::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of months ago I took a personality test and agreed with most of it, but I thought I would take it again and this is what I got.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218072954825224082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGpRtLRuL5I/AAAAAAAAANk/GQ_lf1ptntY/s320/personality.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://typelogic.com/estj.html"&gt;typelogic.com &lt;/a&gt;The ESTJ is outspoken, a person of principles, which are readily expressed. The ESTJ is not afraid to stand up for what she believes is right even in the face of overwhelming odds. ESTJs are able to make the tough calls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGpYa3L8uKI/AAAAAAAAANs/Uv2X9Sh3JTM/s1600-h/barbara_stanwyck_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218080336776050850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGpYa3L8uKI/AAAAAAAAANs/Uv2X9Sh3JTM/s200/barbara_stanwyck_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the website told me that the most well known person that shared my personality was &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001766/bio"&gt;Barbra Stanwyck&lt;/a&gt;. Hmmm...perhaps I should become an actress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-8237323283890523731?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/8237323283890523731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=8237323283890523731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/8237323283890523731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/8237323283890523731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-personality.html' title='::My Personality::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGpRtLRuL5I/AAAAAAAAANk/GQ_lf1ptntY/s72-c/personality.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-3156375734437204258</id><published>2008-06-28T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:43:47.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::Commitment::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGcErN-50II/AAAAAAAAANc/-qqvXREpTGI/s1600-h/mattresses.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217143833866391682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGcErN-50II/AAAAAAAAANc/-qqvXREpTGI/s200/mattresses.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even begin to explain to you how sore and exhausted I am. No, I haven't just fought forty ninjas for seven hours, but I have moved more mattresses than I ever care to see again in my life. Then today I began the final room change of the summer. I knew when I interviewed for the position of Resident Assistant (RA) that summer would entail a lot of cleaning and moving large pieces of furniture, but I didn't realize the degree of this momentous task or the commitment it would take. I enjoy serving other people, but it is difficult when one cannot see the joy of a freshman's face while seeing their dorm room for the first time. I know move-in day is fastly approaching, but I don't necessarily want it to come any faster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, soon all the halls will be set up appropriately and my room will be ready for my roommate to move in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....Do I smell the seasons of change?....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-3156375734437204258?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/3156375734437204258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=3156375734437204258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/3156375734437204258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/3156375734437204258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/06/commitment.html' title='::Commitment::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGcErN-50II/AAAAAAAAANc/-qqvXREpTGI/s72-c/mattresses.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-3127048282750056805</id><published>2008-06-27T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:37:18.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::Birthday's Bring Families Together::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My family is a little non-traditional. I have a dad, who lives in Virginia (whom I dearly miss). I have a beautiful sister who is just a tad younger than me. I also have a mom who is remarried to a man named Luther and he has two daughters. Holidays are very different as we often do not celebrate them on the designated days with the traditional food and fixings. But what we do well is Birthdays with extravagant and eclectic (as we often choose different ethnic cuisine) dining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my mom, stepdad, sister and I went out recently to celebrate Fathers day and my stepdad's birthday. Usually I love and hate celebrating birthdays because the food is usually so good but the conversations can make a turn&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGUHsnpp6CI/AAAAAAAAANE/7AyaQOf00Nc/s1600-h/Escargot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the worse. But this time we went to &lt;a href="http://www.picassosteakandseafood.com/"&gt;Picassos&lt;/a&gt; formally known as Nino's (although we didn't know of the name change which made finding the restaurant a bit of a problem). Lets just say the food was not up to par. But I did get to try escargot for the first time. I was so excited, as I love trying new things. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGUIdJoLO6I/AAAAAAAAANU/Bffof8OGTbk/s1600-h/ben+and+jerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216585040272243618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGUIdJoLO6I/AAAAAAAAANU/Bffof8OGTbk/s200/ben+and+jerry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGUH9QmW6LI/AAAAAAAAANM/28QGgD1sHMA/s1600-h/ben+and+jerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing that really surprised me though was the conversation. It seems that as my sister and I get older, we are able to hold great conversations with our parents. Perhaps I am speaking for myself only when I say this but I truly enjoy talking with my parents (as long as they avoid the topic of money of course :-) ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all the evening ended wonderfully with a kid scoop of &lt;a href="http://www.benjerry.com/"&gt;Ben and Jerry's&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-3127048282750056805?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/3127048282750056805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=3127048282750056805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/3127048282750056805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/3127048282750056805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthdays-bring-families-together.html' title='::Birthday&apos;s Bring Families Together::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGUIdJoLO6I/AAAAAAAAANU/Bffof8OGTbk/s72-c/ben+and+jerry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-8407504880432961157</id><published>2008-06-24T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:04:16.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>::Get Smart::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGEo--eu7lI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hdUCANW9eCA/s1600-h/getsmart-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215494905860648530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGEo--eu7lI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hdUCANW9eCA/s320/getsmart-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As mentioned before, I saw this movie on Saturday morning. I wanted to see it because I like Steve Carell in The Office and so I thought he would also be great in this movie, especially with his co-star Anne Hathaway. They were a dynamic duo and the only thing that could stop them was the repulsion Agent 99 has for Max. This movie is filled with humor, both dry and slapstick, which filled the theater with laughter. It seemed the movie catered to male humor as the two guys I went with raved about the movie even hours after it was over. This movie is pretty clean and has a little romance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were Roeper or Ebert I would give it a 1 1/2 thumbs up.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-8407504880432961157?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/8407504880432961157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=8407504880432961157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/8407504880432961157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/8407504880432961157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-smart.html' title='::Get Smart::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGEo--eu7lI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hdUCANW9eCA/s72-c/getsmart-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-4885360142058993204</id><published>2008-06-23T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:41:35.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>::Blessed Sunday::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGAmeJuWE4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/dUnkRIGazhQ/s1600-h/concert_head.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215210667943269250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGAmeJuWE4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/dUnkRIGazhQ/s200/concert_head.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Wow, yesterday was such a blessing. It started out with attending &lt;a href="http://www.journeyon.net/"&gt;The Journey &lt;/a&gt;in west county. I enjoy the worship so much, as it is a mix of old hymns with a up-to-date beat. Then Darrin Patrick, the lead pastor, continued his message of &lt;a href="http://www.journeyon.net/the-search-finding-jesus-in-the-old-testament/"&gt;Finding Jesus in the Old Testament&lt;/a&gt;. I appreciate the historical context that he began his message with, as often times this is left out of a sermon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Church, A couple of friends and I went to Red Robin for lunch. At lunch, we discussed so many things including the sermon and the impact it had on each of us. I thank God daily for the friends he has put into my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That evening I went with my boss and her children to &lt;a href="http://www.feefeebc.org/"&gt;Fee Fee Baptist Church &lt;/a&gt;to see a concert, which they have every Sunday night. &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=35825672"&gt;Brittany Howard&lt;/a&gt; did such a great job with the talents and gifts God has given to her. She has such a beautiful voice and she uses it to praise the Lord. After the concert the church served the congregation dinner. I personally appreciated their servant hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall it was a great Sunday and am thankful that my heart is renewed for another week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-4885360142058993204?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/4885360142058993204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=4885360142058993204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/4885360142058993204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/4885360142058993204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/06/blessed-sunday.html' title='::Blessed Sunday::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SGAmeJuWE4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/dUnkRIGazhQ/s72-c/concert_head.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-3095251157601475770</id><published>2008-06-22T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T15:00:18.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>::The Girl is back in town::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SF7LJG69-pI/AAAAAAAAAMs/o3CDws6rpmk/s1600-h/t,s,e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214828775878818450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SF7LJG69-pI/AAAAAAAAAMs/o3CDws6rpmk/s200/t,s,e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right, a college friend of mine (T) spent the weekend with me as we painted the town red. Okay we really didn't paint the town red, and it wasn't just me and her, as she often has ulterior motives for coming to see "me". But I still had a great time. My best friend and roommate was out of town so T was a nice distraction. It started out with a easy lunch on Friday afternoon followed by watching a movie until T and her "ulterior motive" left for dinner. Then I took a nap and got a call later to meet up with them and other friends to play a rowdy game of phase 10. We finished up really late and made plans to see the movie &lt;a href="http://getsmartmovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Get Smart&lt;/a&gt; (Review of that to come later). So the next morning T and I got up to see the movie then went to the wonderful Chick-fil-A for lunch. All in all it was a good day. Then this morning T left for her home, I hope there will be many more great weekends with T. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-3095251157601475770?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/3095251157601475770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=3095251157601475770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/3095251157601475770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/3095251157601475770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/06/girl-is-back-in-town.html' title='::The Girl is back in town::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SF7LJG69-pI/AAAAAAAAAMs/o3CDws6rpmk/s72-c/t,s,e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-643906167926508760</id><published>2008-06-19T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:50:47.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>::Go Crazy for Crazy Bowls and Wraps::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SFriqJ7yZVI/AAAAAAAAAMk/U-vpRSk0GvM/s1600-h/happy+office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213728732483839314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SFriqJ7yZVI/AAAAAAAAAMk/U-vpRSk0GvM/s320/happy+office.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must confess I did not want to leave my comfy bed this morning and get myself ready for a busy day of work, especially since I was sore from moving furniture that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conquered&lt;/span&gt; last night. And so when I entered my beloved office I was less then happy. But through the actions and love from my fellow coworkers, my mood brightened. But what really made my day was my lunch with Marie and Jacob. After I dumped far too much money into my gas tank we went to &lt;a href="http://www.crazybowlsandwraps.com/"&gt;Crazy Bowls and Wraps&lt;/a&gt;. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CBW&lt;/span&gt; and usually get a pesto chicken wrap but got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vegetarian&lt;/span&gt; wrap with feta cheese. Both are great choices. After a great lunch with awesome friends, I was ready to face the rest of my day.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-643906167926508760?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/643906167926508760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=643906167926508760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/643906167926508760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/643906167926508760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/06/go-crazy-for-crazy-bowls-and-wraps.html' title='::Go Crazy for Crazy Bowls and Wraps::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SFriqJ7yZVI/AAAAAAAAAMk/U-vpRSk0GvM/s72-c/happy+office.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-451752137542369445</id><published>2008-06-17T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:48:31.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>::Jumper::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SFfqybwRqqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/apQ8eUqbJow/s1600-h/jumper-poster-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212893245869238946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SFfqybwRqqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/apQ8eUqbJow/s320/jumper-poster-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SFfqKp7yJpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/bqHxcstpllc/s1600-h/jumper-poster-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The original plan for last night was to go see (drum roll please) Indiana Jones in the theaters, but due to many reasons a friend and I had to change plans. So, Kyle, a coworker of mine, rented Jumper and we watched it in the dorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I was excited to see this movie despite my slight disappointment due to Indi, but by the end of the movie I was frustrated at it. The plot of the movie was fine enough until it touched the family side of his life. They are, most likely, attempting to set up for a sequel but I know I wouldn't see it because the first could not keep my attention. I think that the best part in the movie was the scene in the roman Colosseum. The movie also didn't explain the concept of the jumpers very well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were Roeper or Ebert I would give this a 1/2 thumbs up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-451752137542369445?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/451752137542369445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=451752137542369445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/451752137542369445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/451752137542369445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/06/jumper.html' title='::Jumper::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SFfqybwRqqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/apQ8eUqbJow/s72-c/jumper-poster-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-7984897746662510493</id><published>2008-06-13T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:24:04.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student Activities'/><title type='text'>::Lights, Camera, Action::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SFLJMmP-iHI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZHW-wCCOVzo/s1600-h/video+camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211448937084258418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SFLJMmP-iHI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZHW-wCCOVzo/s200/video+camera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just finished filming for our promotional SAC video. I wanted to thank everyone who put on their MBU apparel and drank perk coffee for our AMAZING video. Even though it was a hot day and it took tons of shots I know it will be great. Today we finished the voice overs and the dialogue shots and we wanted to thank our wonderful filmer and "producer". They were so patient and encouraging. But now we are on to another momentous task......New SAC slogans.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please tell me what you think:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;::What can SAC do for you::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::Is SAC in you?::&lt;br /&gt;::SAC. It's everywhere you wanna be.::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-7984897746662510493?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/7984897746662510493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=7984897746662510493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7984897746662510493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7984897746662510493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/06/lights-camera-action.html' title='::Lights, Camera, Action::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SFLJMmP-iHI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZHW-wCCOVzo/s72-c/video+camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-332047257364628829</id><published>2008-06-11T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:12:23.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>::Foreign Films::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SFAHaoZLiZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ab5o-9xGwWU/s1600-h/saawariya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210672922968689042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SFAHaoZLiZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ab5o-9xGwWU/s200/saawariya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love learning about different cultures and yearn to one day travel about the world. This ambition will most likely happen a little at a time and I will do most of it through mission trips. As of lately though I have been accidentally seeing a few foreign films and so far they have been incredible. I am loving the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bollywood"&gt;"Bollywood"&lt;/a&gt; types of films with tons of beautiful songs and lively colors, like Saawariya. But I also watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pan"&gt;Pans Labyrinth&lt;/a&gt;, I appreciated the language of the film but it was a little dark and scifi for me, and there was a lot more blood than I expected. If you have any other suggestions on great foreign films please send them my way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-332047257364628829?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/332047257364628829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=332047257364628829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/332047257364628829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/332047257364628829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/06/foreign-films.html' title='::Foreign Films::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SFAHaoZLiZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ab5o-9xGwWU/s72-c/saawariya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-2581798084816050388</id><published>2008-06-09T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:58:11.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>::The Office: Season 2::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SE3s2ir0R4I/AAAAAAAAALs/Z1gcK-GDH-o/s1600-h/office_s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210080765705209730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SE3s2ir0R4I/AAAAAAAAALs/Z1gcK-GDH-o/s200/office_s2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For those who don't know me, last summer I created a list of about 100 things I want to do before I die. Well, I completed one of them yesterday, #13 Watch a whole season of a TV series. &lt;a href="http://nincompooperyhasensued.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ben&lt;/a&gt;, a friend of mine, let me borrow his season and I got the privilege of seeing all of the awkward moments and the intense cliff hanger at the end. Now I can't wait to watch the next season. Okay I am hooked. My list also has some other crazy things that I want to accomplish before my demise, like, #6 Stick my tounge to a pole during winter, #17 Be part of a jury, #28 Go see the Northern Lights, #47 Work with underprivileged Children in another country, #69 Learn to love the unlovely, and #87 See a Sumo Wrestling match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This shows you just a little how truly zany I can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-2581798084816050388?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/2581798084816050388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=2581798084816050388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2581798084816050388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2581798084816050388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/06/office-season-2.html' title='::The Office: Season 2::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SE3s2ir0R4I/AAAAAAAAALs/Z1gcK-GDH-o/s72-c/office_s2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-5674335475250264741</id><published>2008-06-07T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:23:31.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>::Odds and ends::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEtQAeztxBI/AAAAAAAAALk/9ajsClejaHg/s1600-h/pic+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209345363184305170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEtQAeztxBI/AAAAAAAAALk/9ajsClejaHg/s320/pic+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEtP4h-FBRI/AAAAAAAAALc/Lbdhc6L-Qlc/s1600-h/pic+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209345226594125074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEtP4h-FBRI/AAAAAAAAALc/Lbdhc6L-Qlc/s320/pic+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEtPxK4V_tI/AAAAAAAAALU/tqrx_LlWZbI/s1600-h/pic+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209345100136971986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEtPxK4V_tI/AAAAAAAAALU/tqrx_LlWZbI/s320/pic+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209344942358119538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEtPn_G7xHI/AAAAAAAAALM/YLglBzXCYXM/s320/pic+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEtPfVrBE2I/AAAAAAAAALE/kjVELowKPKA/s1600-h/pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209344793796219746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEtPfVrBE2I/AAAAAAAAALE/kjVELowKPKA/s320/pic+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEtPQom1jSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/tD3epLea-kQ/s1600-h/pic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209344541180923170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEtPQom1jSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/tD3epLea-kQ/s320/pic+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-5674335475250264741?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/5674335475250264741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=5674335475250264741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5674335475250264741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5674335475250264741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/06/odds-and-ends.html' title='::Odds and ends::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEtQAeztxBI/AAAAAAAAALk/9ajsClejaHg/s72-c/pic+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-9177927427699442235</id><published>2008-06-06T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:32:42.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>::Koffee with Kelly at Kaldi's::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today being Friday, my job celebrates the wonderful thing called half day Fridays, which allows me to use half of my Friday any way I please. I had originally planned to go swimming or lay out but mother nature had her own plans as it is raining. So &lt;a href="http://www.kellyl-workingtitle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt; and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.kaldiscoffee.com/"&gt;Kaldis&lt;/a&gt; for lunch, Koffee and relaxation. There are many things that I'm contemplating for the future and I'm not sure of the path that God is directing me to go. So I shall wait until I am directed further....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to more wonderful things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I am saving up for my wonderful &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/1-800-MY-APPLE/WebObjects/AppleStore.woa/wa/RSLID?nnmm=browse&amp;amp;node=campaigns/back_to_school&amp;amp;sf=wHF2F2PHCCCX72KDY&amp;amp;mco=NzU5ODk4"&gt;Macbook&lt;/a&gt; that I am wanting to buy at the end of summer and when I get it I will get Photoshop. But until then I have all of these photos that are screaming to be worked on. Now I am a firm believer that a photo should speak for itself without being "worked on". But after Kelly introduced me to the wonders of &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/"&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;, which is a free photo editor (kudos to you, Google), I am now a believer. I will never be a pro but now at least my photos can have a little pizazz too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::Before::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208857676630252482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEmUdY0c28I/AAAAAAAAAKs/MSZ3bBpO2kk/s320/100_1539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;::After::&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208858145711536242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEmU4sSJOHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5MnxMjN354c/s320/after1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-9177927427699442235?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/9177927427699442235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=9177927427699442235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/9177927427699442235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/9177927427699442235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/06/koffee-with-kelly-at-kaldis.html' title='::Koffee with Kelly at Kaldi&apos;s::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEmUdY0c28I/AAAAAAAAAKs/MSZ3bBpO2kk/s72-c/100_1539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-8386721328600343596</id><published>2008-06-05T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T14:52:01.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>::$8.98 jeans:Steve and Barry's::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEhbZChVz5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/jXuJ8oT-y3c/s1600-h/jeans-bitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208513454785548178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEhbZChVz5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/jXuJ8oT-y3c/s200/jeans-bitten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What....that's right recently I paid $8.98 for a pair of jeans. Were they on sale? nope, this is the normal price. What is better than that? They are some good jeans. While on vacation we went to the Mecca of college priced apparel, &lt;a href="http://www.steveandbarrys.com/default.aspx"&gt;Steve and Barry's&lt;/a&gt;. This line is &lt;a href="http://www.bittensjp.com/"&gt;Bitten&lt;/a&gt; by Sarah Jessica Parker and has some great pieces. These jeans fit all sized women from size 0-22, and the top sizes have the same horizon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you have $10 in your pocket and need a new pair of pants or a sassy shirt Steve and Barry's is the place to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-8386721328600343596?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/8386721328600343596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=8386721328600343596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/8386721328600343596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/8386721328600343596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/06/898-jeanssteve-and-barrys.html' title='::$8.98 jeans:Steve and Barry&apos;s::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEhbZChVz5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/jXuJ8oT-y3c/s72-c/jeans-bitten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-4750589979928075173</id><published>2008-06-04T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:12:52.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>::Rush of fools: Undo::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEa-fMCAftI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DbDjEztv_Hk/s1600-h/rush+of+fools.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208059462115426002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEa-fMCAftI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DbDjEztv_Hk/s200/rush+of+fools.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently a friend of mine has encouraged me to try to look into getting &lt;a href="http://www.rushoffools.com/index.php"&gt;Rush of fools&lt;/a&gt; for a concert. I knew the type of band they were and some of there songs but today when listening to them, one of their hit songs really blessed me. There are so many times when I feel like this song. These are the times when I am humbled and fall on my knees in forgiveness, the times when God encourages me to be refreshed in Him and His love. Thank you to the artists out there who God has blessed to encourage His followers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoID=2016872131"&gt;Rush of Fools : Undo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn me around pick me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Undo what I've become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring me back to the place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of forgiveness and grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need You, need Your help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't do this myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’re the only one who can undo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I've become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I focused on the score, but I could never win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to ignore, a life of hiding my sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To label me a hypocrite would be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only scratching the surface of who I've been known to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn me around pick me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Undo what I've become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring me back to the place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of forgiveness and grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need you, need Your help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't do this myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the only One who can undo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I've become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make every step lead me back to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sovereign way that You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn me around pick me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Undo what I've become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring me back to the place Of forgiveness and grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need you, need your help &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't do this myself, Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the only One who can undo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the only One who can undo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the only One who can undo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I've become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the only One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-4750589979928075173?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/4750589979928075173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=4750589979928075173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/4750589979928075173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/4750589979928075173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/06/rush-of-fools-undo.html' title='::Rush of fools: Undo::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEa-fMCAftI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DbDjEztv_Hk/s72-c/rush+of+fools.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-2633272133655080990</id><published>2008-06-02T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:36:18.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>::Star City of the South::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes that is right, Roanoke, V.A. is the "Star City of the South". Now one may ask, "How does a city get a name like that?" Well I'm about to tell and show you.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SESy-om36wI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RPHDIl8Mc2E/s1600-h/rstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SES3CYm36xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pPdPxrPAp0k/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207488320740256530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SES3CYm36xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pPdPxrPAp0k/s200/DSC_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First of all I will begin with the start of my evening. We went out to the New York Pizzeria to devour some  real Italian pizza. The Pizzeria is one of the best places to get pizza that I have EVER been to. Then we went up to mill mountain and saw the Roanoke star and the Roanoke city lit up at late sunset. Friends and strangers, It was beautiful. After that we went to see the other neon lights in Roanoke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now on to the story of the star::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mill_Mountain_Star"&gt;star of Roanoke&lt;/a&gt; was constructed in 1949, is the largest freestanding illuminated Man made star, and shines brightly over the Roanoke city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other wonderful lights of Roanoke include the &lt;a href="http://www.qualitycoffee.com/hchistory.htm"&gt;H &amp;amp; C coffee sign&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Pepper#Miscellany"&gt;Dr. Pepper sign&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SES47om36yI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9xciP7k0IPM/s1600-h/h+and+c+coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207490403799395106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SES47om36yI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9xciP7k0IPM/s200/h+and+c+coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SES5b4m36zI/AAAAAAAAAKU/a6C00-zKwTg/s1600-h/dr+pepper+light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207490957850176306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SES5b4m36zI/AAAAAAAAAKU/a6C00-zKwTg/s200/dr+pepper+light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (for the history of the signs click on them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::Thanks goes out to my wonderful daddyeo for the outstanding photos::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-2633272133655080990?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/2633272133655080990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=2633272133655080990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2633272133655080990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2633272133655080990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/06/star-city-of-south.html' title='::Star City of the South::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SES3CYm36xI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pPdPxrPAp0k/s72-c/DSC_0113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-1906772026325981100</id><published>2008-06-01T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:36:35.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>::It's Gone to the Dogs::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While in Virginia, Kelly and I got the privilege to see a dog show. My dad has a couple of dogs and one of them was being shown today. Little did we know that she would do so well. Let me introduce you to Minni...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SENmeYm36uI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4hERIQ4d5E4/s1600-h/Minni+June108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207118266358033122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SENmeYm36uI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4hERIQ4d5E4/s200/Minni+June108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is a 9 month tan and white whippet (yes pronounced like the song "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whip_It"&gt;Whip it&lt;/a&gt;" by Devo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched her win her class and go on and win the next competition. Kelly and I also got to see many other types of dogs. Some were pretty and graceful and others were...well...some &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://image62.webshots.com/462/8/93/62/2769893620018202150ergwdu_fs.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://pets.webshots.com/photo/2769893620018202150ergwdu&amp;amp;h=1760&amp;amp;w=2200&amp;amp;sz=408&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=5&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=pguU52YqKVh8nM:&amp;amp;tbnh=120&amp;amp;tbnw=150&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpuli%2Bdogs%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4ADBF_enUS276%26sa%3DN"&gt;dogs&lt;/a&gt; should not have dred locks for fur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all we saw "our" dog get two ribbons and a point to become a champion, got very burnt as we spent two hours in the sun, and had some really great laughs at the expense of some odd looking breeds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a look at our little soon to be champion:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The judge, Stanley (my "third father" and co-owner/handler of Minni) and Minni&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207122007274547954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SENp4Im36vI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OIt6032KqOM/s320/Minni+%26+Judge+More+shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-1906772026325981100?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/1906772026325981100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=1906772026325981100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/1906772026325981100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/1906772026325981100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-gone-to-dogs.html' title='::It&apos;s Gone to the Dogs::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SENmeYm36uI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4hERIQ4d5E4/s72-c/Minni+June108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-5528602398596180425</id><published>2008-05-30T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T20:52:12.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>::Leavin on a Jet plane::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEDKtYm36rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/imrAsn0s3mE/s1600-h/crying+child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206384050288716466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEDKtYm36rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/imrAsn0s3mE/s320/crying+child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My step dad always told me that when he traveled by plane that there are two types of people he always tried to avoid: the really talkative and nosey travelers and young screaming children. As some of you know I am now in Virginia to see my wonderful father. My friend &lt;a href="http://www.kellyl-workingtitle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt; and I decided to fly down to Virginia and I finally understood my step dad's frustration with screaming children. We get on our plane to Memphis as this was our designated route and get as comfortable as one can in an airplane chair, then a young child about the age of three starts wailing as she is ENTERING the plane. Her crying is so loud that the Flight attendant cannot get on the speaker because the screaming would interfere with the message. I make some comment about how I hope the young child stays up there, but I'm sure God was teaching me some lesson as the parents, grandparents and the child's seat were right behind me. I thank God that the child started to quiet down about half way through the flight with the calming affect of a serene mother. I pray one day that I may have this affect on my child or I learn the wonderful effects of NyQuil :-) Okay I'm joking about the NyQuil, sortive. I will keep everyone up to date on my trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-5528602398596180425?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/5528602398596180425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=5528602398596180425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5528602398596180425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5528602398596180425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/05/leavin-on-jet-plane.html' title='::Leavin on a Jet plane::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SEDKtYm36rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/imrAsn0s3mE/s72-c/crying+child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-5514465571819060430</id><published>2008-05-27T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:57:39.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>::Quiz:The odd one::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDyCRkV6HWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DxteMVBPf0E/s1600-h/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205178507658403170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDyCRkV6HWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DxteMVBPf0E/s320/50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDyBNkV6HVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/GI4y4C8PuNo/s1600-h/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this "quiz" on another persons blog and thought it would be a great way for people to know more about me......don't be too frightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50 Odd Things About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Do you like blue cheese? Yes, it was my dad's favorite dressing when I was younger and have just recently acquired the taste for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Have you ever smoked heroin? Absolutely not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Do you own a gun? No, but I am a pretty good "shot".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. What flavor do you add to your drink at sonic? I have only been there once and I don't remember what I got, all I remember was that there was this huge lime in the bottom and that grossed me out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? I dislike all doctors with a passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs? I am not a fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Favorite Christmas movie? Um, I like the Christmas story, isn't that the one with the toy gun and the famous phrase is "you'll shoot your eye out" and that crazy leg lamp?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Orange Juice or a coffee drink &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Can you do push ups? Yes...just don't ask how many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. What helps you sleep at night? I love my body pillow and curling up against the wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? I have a purity ring that I always wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Favorite hobby? Hmmm....I'm not sure, I like pictures, taking them and scrap booking and that stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Favorite store? Target for sure...I could spend hours there and they carry almost everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Do you have A.D.D.? No, but I am easily distracted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. What's one trait you hate about yourself? I don't smile enough....there is not enough time to always be frowning and I am uber messy, and that I can't follow directions lol (three traits :-) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Middle name? Marie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment. Should I really be doing this at work, Do I really have anything else to do, and I hope I don't burn dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday? Well since it was memorial day I really didn't buy anything, but today I got lunch at the &lt;a href="http://www.mobap.edu/student/perk/perkindex.asp"&gt;Perk&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? Water, coffee, and orange juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Current worry?How I am going to pay for the mac that I want to buy this summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Current hate right now? Definitely would have to say price of gas. Grrr to my gas guzzling Cadillac &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Favorite place to be? Forest Park or the beach:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. How did you bring in the New Year? I think I spent that evening in the dorms "partying it up-mobap style" with some friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Where would you like to go? Europe again, and somewhere warm and not raining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Name three artists that you enjoy. Shane and shane, Van Gogh, and Dorothea Lange, they never said what type of artists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. Do you own slippers? I have some crazy slipper socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. What shirt are you wearing? I have a yellow, green and blue floral shirt on (it is not as crazy as it seems).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? I have never slept on them, but I don't think I would like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Can you whistle? yes I am often doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. Favorite color? Pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. Would you be a pirate? The pirate/ninja debate will never end in my mind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. What songs do you sing in the shower? As of lately I am trying to sing old hymns in the shower to try to get my mind focused on God daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Favorite girl's name? I don't know right now I like Evangeline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Favorite boy's name? I really like Steven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's in your pocket right now? My cell phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh? I always laugh at work, often when John is around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. Best bed sheets as a child? I don't know as I have a lousy memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. Worst injury you've ever had? I have had two severe concussions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. Do you love where you live? No, Missouri has the worst weather ever, but I love my living situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. How many TVs do you have in your house? two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend? Chelsea for sure...she is the loudest person I have ever met, but also one of the sweetest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. How many dogs do you have? None but I like them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. Does someone have a crush on you? That is a silly question, I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. Favorite way to spend the day. Exploring....well everything, but I love new places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. What is your favorite book? I don't know I love to read but I don't have any favorites, I am a fan of the Bible though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. What is your favorite candy? I really don't like chocolate so that rules out alot but I do like skittles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. Favorite Sports Team? I don't know I really like hockey, and I like the Red wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. What song do you want played at your funeral? As the deer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. What were you doing 12 AM last night? Getting ready for bed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? I don't want to get up yet...but if not Kelly will attack me and yell at me for not getting up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-5514465571819060430?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/5514465571819060430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=5514465571819060430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5514465571819060430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5514465571819060430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/05/odd-one.html' title='::Quiz:The odd one::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDyCRkV6HWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DxteMVBPf0E/s72-c/50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-4488694915688186571</id><published>2008-05-27T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:11:11.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><title type='text'>::For the love of Weddings::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First of all, everyone in the world of bloggers needs to know that I despise driving. I don't know what is wrong with my brain, as you would think that I would like the freedom that my '93 Cadillac De ville may bring me, but instead I see it as a death trap. But, for the love of weddings (and a lovely bride by the name of E), I drove for the first time for two straight hours. So on Saturday afternoon, myself and three of my close friends, took the drive to the boothill to see our dear friend E take the plunge of married life. She was one of the prettiest brides I had ever seen and she got a great deal on her dress. I am so proud of her and can't wait to see what God has for her in this new part of her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funniest part of this wedding, besides the ring bearer tripping up the steps and E going down to the aisle to the Princess Bride, was her outrageous but fitting cake topper.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205105768092278082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDxAHkV6HUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FMv-z-f7TPU/s320/kissing_couple_cake_topper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-4488694915688186571?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/4488694915688186571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=4488694915688186571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/4488694915688186571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/4488694915688186571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-love-of-weddings.html' title='::For the love of Weddings::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDxAHkV6HUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FMv-z-f7TPU/s72-c/kissing_couple_cake_topper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-4690079572848119600</id><published>2008-05-23T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:06:31.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>::When the sun is out to stay, the kids just gotta play::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDbrdUV6HTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5wrYAdd4feI/s1600-h/Julie+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203605308382518578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDbrdUV6HTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5wrYAdd4feI/s200/Julie+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was such a beautiful day and so Julie, a co-worker and friend of mine, and I wanted to enjoy the sun and so I showed her a little bit of beauty that was once shown to me. We went to what I call the "horse park", because (drum roll please) there are horses there. It was such a great day and I got to see the continued joy on Julie's face. It was such a good time to get away from work and see the sun.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203604689907227938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDbq5UV6HSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zLMnhsjmFRw/s320/Julie+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-4690079572848119600?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/4690079572848119600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=4690079572848119600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/4690079572848119600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/4690079572848119600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-sun-is-out-to-stay-kids-just-gotta.html' title='::When the sun is out to stay, the kids just gotta play::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDbrdUV6HTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5wrYAdd4feI/s72-c/Julie+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-8376712703953298810</id><published>2008-05-21T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:52:28.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>::Sarah and Ashleys Day out::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On May 20th (a month after her actually b-day), I took my sister Ashley out for her birthday. This was the best time for her and I have a great job in which I am able to take days off when I need to. So usually planning things is no problem for me, as I do this as a job at my college, but for my sister I had no idea what she wanted to do. So I got some details and we ended up doing some of them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started out having breakfast at my dorm then set out to go shopping. We went to Plato's closet and found some great deals then went to see the movie 21. Which was a good movie. Then I wanted to show her my new found love for Trader Joe's and so we went there to find something for a late lunch. Finally, we headed to what I call "horse park" and ate our fabulous lunch, painted our nails and had girl talk. Overall it was a much needed day off for both....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to show you our great lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much is greater then sushi and bon bons.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203059542593248498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDT7FkV6HPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bo2M2ZH77XQ/s320/100_1865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203059830356057346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDT7WUV6HQI/AAAAAAAAAII/f9kRKTyg5eg/s320/100_1863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-8376712703953298810?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/8376712703953298810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=8376712703953298810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/8376712703953298810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/8376712703953298810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/05/sarah-and-ashleys-day-out.html' title='::Sarah and Ashleys Day out::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDT7FkV6HPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bo2M2ZH77XQ/s72-c/100_1865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-1311143619844602605</id><published>2008-05-19T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:25:28.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>::The office:take two::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDGo9klLcqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nLat5U1PwzE/s1600-h/The+office+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202124820334736034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDGo9klLcqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nLat5U1PwzE/s320/The+office+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I told everyone that I would update you on my thoughts and feelings towards the show &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/"&gt;"The Office"&lt;/a&gt; . Well let me preface this post by saying that I have never seen a whole series all the way through. First I really don't watch television that often and secondly I don't have a regular schedule, I just watch television whenever I sit at home, which isn't that often. And so seeing more than one episode in a row is odd. I am beginning to appreciate the off color and "awkward" humor that surrounds The Office. I am still a little fuzzy on the character and have very little character development. But I will admit that I am thinking I may start the show from season 1.....to be continued....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I can't wait for more interaction between these two characters I hope they continue into next season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-1311143619844602605?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/1311143619844602605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=1311143619844602605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/1311143619844602605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/1311143619844602605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/05/officetake-two.html' title='::The office:take two::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDGo9klLcqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nLat5U1PwzE/s72-c/The+office+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-7991378279976005593</id><published>2008-05-18T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:15:22.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>::Two posts in one day::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I wanted to update my blog with some great pictures I have got recently:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                   .....I hope the blogger world enjoys.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201905991751004818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDDh8ElLcpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sYBEWYWZ3qg/s320/100_1855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201905484944863858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDDheklLcnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-O45A7gH8mY/s320/100_1579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201905184297153122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDDhNElLcmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WHmAZcLxSXk/s320/100_1539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201905643858653826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDDhn0lLcoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_8EAHYqbBfY/s320/100_1585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the famous St. Louis attractions: The zoo and forest park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-7991378279976005593?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/7991378279976005593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=7991378279976005593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7991378279976005593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7991378279976005593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-posts-in-one-day.html' title='::Two posts in one day::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDDh8ElLcpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sYBEWYWZ3qg/s72-c/100_1855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-1923755855200672248</id><published>2008-05-18T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:57:24.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><title type='text'>::Potential wedding planner?::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SD2AtkV6HYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oXDU0rP0zA8/s1600-h/lara%27s+wedding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205458264648195458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SD2AtkV6HYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oXDU0rP0zA8/s320/lara%27s+wedding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boss asked me a couple of months ago if I would organize and implement her reception. I thinking it couldn't be any worse than any other event said yes. But then I began to think and realized the importance of my input. So we planned and the reception was so pretty and elegant. It was simple, beautiful and intimate. I am blessed to work for such a lovely lady and that she trusted in me to put together such a huge event in her life. J. Lo, "the wedding planner" has got nothing on me....:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lovely bride and I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDDZpklLcfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/K31w8_pjouA/s1600-h/100_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201896877830402546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDDZpklLcfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/K31w8_pjouA/s200/100_1646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDDaFUlLchI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TFHK74F-EHs/s1600-h/100_1653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201897354571772434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDDaFUlLchI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TFHK74F-EHs/s200/100_1653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201897139823407618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDDZ40lLcgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JSZWBM4TOiU/s200/100_1666.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A few details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDDbbElLcjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/m7TtHpWy9IE/s1600-h/100_1656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201898827745554994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDDbbElLcjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/m7TtHpWy9IE/s200/100_1656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDDbuElLckI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zZ0NvidqQys/s1600-h/100_1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201899154163069506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SDDbuElLckI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zZ0NvidqQys/s200/100_1663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The adorable bunny that made an appearance at the reception and the gentleman who helped set up the Great hall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-1923755855200672248?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/1923755855200672248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=1923755855200672248&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/1923755855200672248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/1923755855200672248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/05/potential-wedding-planner.html' title='::Potential wedding planner?::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SD2AtkV6HYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oXDU0rP0zA8/s72-c/lara%27s+wedding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-5245650242534837999</id><published>2008-05-13T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T12:39:17.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>::office hair::</title><content type='html'>So everyday I fall into the monotony of blow drying my hair and ending up with a Farrah Fawcett look- you know curly and big- which is nice but eventually boring. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SCnsRklLccI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NqS7PAabAV8/s1600-h/farrah+Fawcett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199947031397495234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SCnsRklLccI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NqS7PAabAV8/s200/farrah+Fawcett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I went looking on the Internet for some tamed or office appropriate hairstyles. That led me to typing in "office hair" into the Google searcher. Oh I am so naive, but what I found made me giggle almost the entire day. I hope it entertains you also..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a teaser.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SCntg0lLcdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JD4srnuMfjQ/s1600-h/hair-sidepony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199948392902128082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SCntg0lLcdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JD4srnuMfjQ/s200/hair-sidepony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Side Ponytail - Creating equilibrium, it helps reduce neck crampage from answering phones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see more oddities: &lt;a href="http://www.happyworker.com/magazine/lists/top-10-happy-workin-office-hair-styles"&gt;http://www.happyworker.com/magazine/lists/top-10-happy-workin-office-hair-styles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-5245650242534837999?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/5245650242534837999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=5245650242534837999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5245650242534837999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5245650242534837999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/05/office-hair.html' title='::office hair::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SCnsRklLccI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NqS7PAabAV8/s72-c/farrah+Fawcett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-6627613656265785238</id><published>2008-05-05T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:07:40.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>::strike a pose::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of weeks ago I tried a new thing. I had my camera in my hands with new batteries and had an itch to take some pictures, but not just my usual flowers and stationary objects instead people (actually more like a person). So I went on my search for my first victim and she happened to be an already "dolled-up" Danielle (she was going to go out on the town with the girls later).  She was so patient with me and attempted any pose I asked of her, even in a dress and high heels and always had a smile on her face. So I hope you enjoy the results::&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196923878993662818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SB8uu8Qpk2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/q-BueqASJSM/s200/Dani+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196924059382289266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SB8u5cQpk3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/CVjkECejpys/s200/Dani+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196924183936340866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SB8vAsQpk4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/XtEOeC0u6Ek/s200/Dani+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196924398684705682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SB8vNMQpk5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tMQS5ROrI3U/s200/Dani+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196924467404182434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SB8vRMQpk6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/sBGNP2FP3aE/s200/Dani+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note: These photos have not been touched up and were taken with my simple kodak easy share camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-6627613656265785238?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/6627613656265785238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=6627613656265785238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6627613656265785238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6627613656265785238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/05/strike-pose.html' title='::strike a pose::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SB8uu8Qpk2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/q-BueqASJSM/s72-c/Dani+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-1212766177720586803</id><published>2008-05-02T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:00:17.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::Trader Joes: a shopping experience::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SBuOtMQpk1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Or6PCBrJSLw/s1600-h/100_1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195903502138315602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SBuOtMQpk1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Or6PCBrJSLw/s320/100_1518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a long time my friends have told me about this wonderful place to go grocery shopping called Trader Joe's. I had been curious about this place and had been wanting to check it out for a while but today I finally did. And boy was I surprised. First of all the prices are amazing, the store is mostly if not all organic and the cost of everything was about 2/3 of the price that one would get at a normal grocery store. Being a College student that is a wonderful concept. Second the organic thing, I was not taught the whole organic concept so I have been trying to educate myself about eating healthy and well. So this store is only showing me positive alternatives, which I appreciate. I promise you that I will be visiting this wonderful place again and often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-1212766177720586803?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/1212766177720586803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=1212766177720586803&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/1212766177720586803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/1212766177720586803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/05/trader-joes-shopping-experience.html' title='::Trader Joes: a shopping experience::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SBuOtMQpk1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Or6PCBrJSLw/s72-c/100_1518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-5105139155873085080</id><published>2008-04-29T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T07:24:07.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><title type='text'>::Psalms and Proverbs::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SBcvWsQpk0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/g-t3uBROClI/s1600-h/bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194672762079777602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SBcvWsQpk0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/g-t3uBROClI/s320/bible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt; and I started a devotion that I hope to continue throughout the entire summer. See my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt; is my best friend and I wanted to continue growing our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;connection&lt;/span&gt; by growing closer to God. So we, actually I think I kind of suggested it (she didn't seem to mind), decided to go through two psalms and one proverbs each night we go to be at the same time and then meditate and discuss it. Last night while reading proverbs I realized how foolish I truly am. I wish I was Solomon and wise but often I feel like a simplistic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Israelite&lt;/span&gt; who is never truly content in what God has given me. I hope to gain wisdom by fully appreciating what God has for my life and allowing the people He has planted around me to help me grow. Let this be my prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-5105139155873085080?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/5105139155873085080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=5105139155873085080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5105139155873085080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5105139155873085080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/04/psalms-and-proverbs.html' title='::Psalms and Proverbs::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SBcvWsQpk0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/g-t3uBROClI/s72-c/bible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-6111310930058913187</id><published>2008-04-22T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:44:07.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Yellow Fellow'/><title type='text'>::Funny Yellow Fellow:2::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SA6SzcQpkwI/AAAAAAAAADw/dgzdasrwBeQ/s1600-h/100_1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192248832861770498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SA6SzcQpkwI/AAAAAAAAADw/dgzdasrwBeQ/s200/100_1286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So on one of our few sunny days this spring, My roomate and I wanted to go swinging in a park. So we had a wonderful afternoon of playing at a park on childrens recreational equipment. Well one of us (heather) had the bright idea to get into one of the fun pieces of equipment. And so she got stuck. After a few minutes of pulling, pushing and tugging, she was free to frolick on the other fun attractions. But this time inspired the next installment of funny yellow fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192249885128758034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SA6TwsQpkxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yLZlVFR3XmA/s320/100_1282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-6111310930058913187?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/6111310930058913187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=6111310930058913187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6111310930058913187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6111310930058913187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/04/funny-yellow-fellow2.html' title='::Funny Yellow Fellow:2::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SA6SzcQpkwI/AAAAAAAAADw/dgzdasrwBeQ/s72-c/100_1286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-5155936288835348119</id><published>2008-04-18T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:46:51.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthquake'/><title type='text'>::The Ground Trembles::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SAmGOxQbXFI/AAAAAAAAADg/QTQfYznacjI/s1600-h/earthquake.gif"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190827633819737170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="238" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SAmGOxQbXFI/AAAAAAAAADg/QTQfYznacjI/s200/earthquake.gif" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Yesterday at 4:30 am I got to experience one of natures most fantastic phenomenons, an earthquake, and then at 10:14 am I felt the aftershock. (By the way both times I thought I was crazy until I heard the news, the story itself is rather funny.) This is such a neat experience but also takes me to my knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;The power of God places me on my hands and feet crying out his holiness. What an awesome and powerful God we have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I don't know how to take this all in, but I do know that I am not worthy to serve God, but he loves me and wants me to follow him anyways. And I will gladly do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;To read about this event:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stltoday.com/stltoday/news/stories.nsf/nation/story/85FD230AAFCED4D08625742F003769F5?OpenDocument"&gt;&lt;span &gt;http://www.stltoday.com/stltoday/news/stories.nsf/nation/story/85FD230AAFCED4D08625742F003769F5?OpenDocument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-5155936288835348119?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/5155936288835348119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=5155936288835348119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5155936288835348119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5155936288835348119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/04/ground-trembles.html' title='::The Ground Trembles::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SAmGOxQbXFI/AAAAAAAAADg/QTQfYznacjI/s72-c/earthquake.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-6846450858079940795</id><published>2008-04-15T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:43:08.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion Classes'/><title type='text'>::Calling All Religion Majors (and minors too)::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SAVK5hQbXCI/AAAAAAAAADI/tOZFKPLcRME/s1600-h/0310286700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189636497654635554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SAVK5hQbXCI/AAAAAAAAADI/tOZFKPLcRME/s320/0310286700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, today in my class we had a guest speaker and he first showed us this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; clip from a blog at Southern Seminary. For all those religion major and minors, you will know this book as the one that makes a great door prop. This almost 1300 page book otherwise known as &lt;u&gt;Systematic Theology,&lt;/u&gt; written by the great Wayne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grudem&lt;/span&gt;. This book makes most people cringe, but today I found out this book inspired a very funny dance. All those who have dreaded this book need to see this song and dance about the one and only Wayne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grudem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://saidatsouthern.com/video-wayne-grudem-go-grease-lightning-spoof/"&gt;http://saidatsouthern.com/video-wayne-grudem-go-grease-lightning-spoof/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the picture of this book does not show how frightening it really is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-6846450858079940795?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/6846450858079940795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=6846450858079940795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6846450858079940795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6846450858079940795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/04/calling-all-religion-majors-and-minors.html' title='::Calling All Religion Majors (and minors too)::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SAVK5hQbXCI/AAAAAAAAADI/tOZFKPLcRME/s72-c/0310286700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-698707239497939553</id><published>2008-04-12T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T17:48:33.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Yellow Fellow'/><title type='text'>Funny Yellow Fellow: #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SAFWqBQbXAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WBpGJ7AD7J4/s1600-h/100_1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188523525599353858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="187" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SAFWqBQbXAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WBpGJ7AD7J4/s400/100_1354.JPG" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SAFWqBQbXAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WBpGJ7AD7J4/s1600-h/100_1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I saw a blog where they chose a color and when ever they saw that color they took a picture of it to share to the world. Well, world here you go. The beginning of the wonderful journey of the color yellow. Therefor you get to see a picture of my lamp. If you have ever been in my room you would see that I have like four lamps in one room. Why you ask? I hate fluorescent lighting. So here you go the first instalment of Funny Yellow Fellow. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SAFXGBQbXBI/AAAAAAAAADA/KOburynvU9A/s1600-h/100_1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188524006635691026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="230" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SAFXGBQbXBI/AAAAAAAAADA/KOburynvU9A/s400/100_1357.JPG" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SAFWqBQbXAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WBpGJ7AD7J4/s1600-h/100_1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-698707239497939553?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/698707239497939553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=698707239497939553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/698707239497939553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/698707239497939553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/04/funny-yellow-fellow-1.html' title='Funny Yellow Fellow: #1'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/SAFWqBQbXAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WBpGJ7AD7J4/s72-c/100_1354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-2807957801120766388</id><published>2008-04-11T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:27:07.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>::Apple for the teacher::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_-fY0HEJhI/AAAAAAAAACw/b1Zm6MeqjIk/s1600-h/math+comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188040544408053266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_-fY0HEJhI/AAAAAAAAACw/b1Zm6MeqjIk/s320/math+comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_-eyEHEJgI/AAAAAAAAACo/SSu6aHDee8g/s1600-h/math+comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was it! My first experience as a teacher. I have been observing a middle school math class for about 12 weeks now and today I taught my first lesson. Now I taught on parallel and perpendicular lines, which I haven't done in a long time. So after 3 hours of putting a lesson together I thought I was ready. Well at 9:30 am I walked into 25 students ready to devour me. Okay this is an exaggeration. I learned a lot from this experience, like how much I love the feeling of seeing students understand a concept (the ahhaa theory). I am so glad it is over with and can't wait to see where God places me for my next observation. To God be the glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-2807957801120766388?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/2807957801120766388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=2807957801120766388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2807957801120766388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/2807957801120766388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/04/apple-for-teacher.html' title='::Apple for the teacher::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_-fY0HEJhI/AAAAAAAAACw/b1Zm6MeqjIk/s72-c/math+comic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-3572951075784658711</id><published>2008-04-10T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:58:24.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>::More than just a show: The Office::</title><content type='html'>The university I attend, along with other places I'm sure, has fallen under the spell of what I like to call "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officeitis&lt;/span&gt;". Now, I have been resisting this urge to try to understand this epidemic but I decided tonight to take the plunge. And what I understood is that this show is just a half an hour show of awkward moments. Now I say this knowing I can't judge a show with just one viewing. So I think I will continue to observe the show and those it has already infected. Who knows, perhaps with more contact with this fatal disease, I too, will show the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;symptoms&lt;/span&gt; (which include saying random quotes from the show, dressing like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;, and buying sticky notes with the characters face on them). I will try to keep an open mind and update my opinions of the show on this trusty blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I wonder if there is cure.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187806210992383474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_7KQ0HEJfI/AAAAAAAAACg/3Dzq2y5U4rY/s200/The+office.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-3572951075784658711?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/3572951075784658711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=3572951075784658711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/3572951075784658711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/3572951075784658711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/04/wonderment-many-like-to-call-office.html' title='::More than just a show: The Office::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_7KQ0HEJfI/AAAAAAAAACg/3Dzq2y5U4rY/s72-c/The+office.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-6879325015300075406</id><published>2008-04-09T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:57:23.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><title type='text'>::The Latte Boy: Taylor::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_z1Ks-TIkI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZLkoqL_HJLY/s1600-h/starbucks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187290435043926594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_z1Ks-TIkI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZLkoqL_HJLY/s320/starbucks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I was on duty and saw on a friends wall her rendition of "Taylor the latte boy". First of all this is uber funny. She is a riot and it fit her personality completely. But then I wanted to get to the bottom of this song. Who really sings it? I found out Kriten Chenoweth sings this. And she is overly animated also. So if you need some java and joy listen up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXS0nEOx_20"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXS0nEOx_20&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/3191880307004037309-6879325015300075406?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/6879325015300075406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=6879325015300075406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6879325015300075406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/6879325015300075406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/04/latte-boy-taylor.html' title='::The Latte Boy: Taylor::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_z1Ks-TIkI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZLkoqL_HJLY/s72-c/starbucks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-7761010783265103812</id><published>2008-04-05T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:31:11.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>::Crepes and Gardens::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_g3iM-TIjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ns5Bm76vBH0/s1600-h/100_1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185956031654732338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_g3iM-TIjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ns5Bm76vBH0/s200/100_1247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh my 'lanta!!! Today was wonderful. A couple co-workers and I all went out and about to enjoy ourselves....thanks liz and marie. We started out at the City Coffee House and Creperies and then went to the Missouri Botanical Garden. First of all the Crepes were a-stinkin-mazing. I had an egg Havarti cheese and ham crepe that I could not finish because I was so&lt;/span&gt; full. I have never tried a crepe before so that was a new and magnificent experience. Then, we went to the botanical gardens. The weather was beautiful and we could not have picked a better day. We went around taking pictures and enjoying the sights. I want to share just some of the pics I got today. Hopefully there will b&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_g3h8-TIiI/AAAAAAAAACI/BXjrzx6YdF4/s1600-h/100_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185956027359765026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_g3h8-TIiI/AAAAAAAAACI/BXjrzx6YdF4/s200/100_1242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e more to come...I hope you enjoy.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_g3hs-TIhI/AAAAAAAAACA/I0O6QrTQv2A/s1600-h/100_1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185956023064797714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_g3hs-TIhI/AAAAAAAAACA/I0O6QrTQv2A/s200/100_1213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_g3hM-TIgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SUfwU4g--yE/s1600-h/100_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185956014474863106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_g3hM-TIgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SUfwU4g--yE/s200/100_1205.JPG" 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/3191880307004037309-7761010783265103812?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/7761010783265103812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=7761010783265103812&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7761010783265103812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7761010783265103812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/04/crepes-and-gardens.html' title='::Crepes and Gardens::'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_g3iM-TIjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ns5Bm76vBH0/s72-c/100_1247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-3293601688416618385</id><published>2008-04-02T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:21:08.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>The time has come the walrus said....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_P4Ks-TIfI/AAAAAAAAABw/q9MwyHx_PBs/s1600-h/sunflare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184760458788413938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_P4Ks-TIfI/AAAAAAAAABw/q9MwyHx_PBs/s400/sunflare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring is here, although the weather is insistent upon disagreeing, and that means school is almost out. This is something that I'm very grateful about. Now don't get me wrong, I love to learn, but the act of reading for fun and sunbathing and half day Fridays makes my heart soar. Not to mention the excess of parking spaces. MMMMM...summer. What more could a person truly ask for. Yes I have to look for a second job now but maybe just maybe I could have a fun easy job. That would solely pay for the fun things in life like trips movies and clothes. Now don't peg me as superficial, although I am known to have my moments, it is just during the summer I get to jump into the luxuries I normally do not get. And so my friends I am ready for darker skin, lighter hair and a whole bunch of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Sun, Sun Mr. Golden sun....please shine down on me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-3293601688416618385?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/3293601688416618385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=3293601688416618385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/3293601688416618385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/3293601688416618385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-has-come-walrus-said.html' title='The time has come the walrus said....'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R_P4Ks-TIfI/AAAAAAAAABw/q9MwyHx_PBs/s72-c/sunflare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-663855358421864222</id><published>2008-03-20T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:32:07.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>God working through the year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R-KhPc-TIYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dTJwzegvJkQ/s1600-h/steven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179879808277094786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R-KhPc-TIYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dTJwzegvJkQ/s200/steven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R-KhP8-TIaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/AuoVl4wxY28/s1600-h/bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179879816867029410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R-KhP8-TIaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/AuoVl4wxY28/s200/bible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R-Kiu8-TIcI/AAAAAAAAABI/336kcpMJONI/s1600-h/men+vs.+women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179881448954601922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R-Kiu8-TIcI/AAAAAAAAABI/336kcpMJONI/s200/men+vs.+women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to share the incredible opportunities that God has blessed me with this year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Just today He allowed me to see a resident in my hall(M.H.) recite a verse in chapel in her native tongue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I got the opportunity to meet Steven Curtis Chapman (very kind and down to earth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He has given me the words to witness to a few people and share my testimony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I met my best friend, which is something I have never had before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I have been able to fail, this sounds so odd but being very "focused" failure is not an option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*God has shown me his might through my weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He has shown me how to be humble through Servant Leadership&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*This may be silly but he allowed me to be crowned homecoming queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He has given me the opportunity to share my education to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He has shown me the many reasons why men and women are different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*God has given me an amazing job (I wake up everyday and DO NOT dread work)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He has given me countless times to overcome my stage fright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He has given me a sense of belonging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these are just some of the ways I have been blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R-KhPs-TIZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bzwGT9whXkQ/s1600-h/tiara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179879812572062098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R-KhPs-TIZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bzwGT9whXkQ/s200/tiara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R-Kiuc-TIbI/AAAAAAAAABA/9bR93qVxoSk/s1600-h/failure.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179881440364667314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R-Kiuc-TIbI/AAAAAAAAABA/9bR93qVxoSk/s200/failure.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-663855358421864222?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/663855358421864222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=663855358421864222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/663855358421864222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/663855358421864222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-working-through-year.html' title='God working through the year....'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R-KhPc-TIYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dTJwzegvJkQ/s72-c/steven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-1910207066010658244</id><published>2008-02-26T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:17:08.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conferences'/><title type='text'>NACA Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R8SPTxW59tI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ip1lkRxuT5Y/s1600-h/NACA_header_left.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171415841957869266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R8SPTxW59tI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ip1lkRxuT5Y/s320/NACA_header_left.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So last week we, my team and I, went to a National Association of Campus Activities conference. There my eyes were opened to such a secular world. We heard comedians and singer and poets who threw curse words and sex around like they were a day old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;newspaper&lt;/span&gt; article. I am not use to this and it bothered me. I think out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;approx&lt;/span&gt;. 16 comedians we could book only one and that is if she could clean up her act. I love to laugh, but it is sad that all moral codes have to go out the window. The conference was good and I learned from the educational sections but as far as the entertainment side, I saw nothing that was incredible for my university. I learned about myself during this conference and I saw the amazing part of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lou&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-1910207066010658244?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/1910207066010658244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=1910207066010658244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/1910207066010658244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/1910207066010658244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/02/naca-conference.html' title='NACA Conference'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R8SPTxW59tI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ip1lkRxuT5Y/s72-c/NACA_header_left.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-7969713191930499631</id><published>2008-02-15T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:17:11.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R7XJBBW59sI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HwvSeCjRpc0/s1600-h/kissing+soldier.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167257166859073218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R7XJBBW59sI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HwvSeCjRpc0/s320/kissing+soldier.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I look at the news on the web, I am thankful. I live in a wonderful blessed country. Yes we do have heartache, like the shootings on campuses, but overall we dont have government overthrows and racial/ethnic battles (at least not obvious ones). We have a pretty peacefull existence. Yes we do have wars, and I know wars have effected my family, being a military child. But at least we don't see it on our front lawn everyday. I grew up not knowing much of the world, as I was very sheltered, but my eyes are opened everyday and I learn more. I just wanted to write a note of thanks mainly to God for placing me in the country I now live in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-7969713191930499631?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/7969713191930499631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=7969713191930499631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7969713191930499631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7969713191930499631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/02/world.html' title='The World'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R7XJBBW59sI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HwvSeCjRpc0/s72-c/kissing+soldier.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-5107855155075611587</id><published>2008-02-07T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T10:41:15.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard Hight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R6tQI4u6q-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6gilPq5b_Vg/s1600-h/richard+hight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164309511308749794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R6tQI4u6q-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6gilPq5b_Vg/s320/richard+hight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My campus is burning, I'm not sure with what yet. I would like to say brokeness, but of that I am not sure. Perhaps it is with insecurities, tiredness, and lonliness. We were challenged today in chapel with Christ's face before us. I cry out for my campus, my burning desire is to see them in heaven. But at what cost? What will this mean to me? Will I seem like a fanatic, crazy, and confused. Will I still have the respect I have tried so hard to build. But what does that all do and go? NO Where! God, now I cry out for myself to fall on my face and worship you, I give you all. I know I will fall but please let me know you are there to rebuke me and tell me I am yours. Give me the strength to send away all of my insecurities and know you are there. I am yours send me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-5107855155075611587?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/5107855155075611587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=5107855155075611587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5107855155075611587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/5107855155075611587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/02/richard-hight.html' title='Richard Hight'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dt6LLwv2dnQ/R6tQI4u6q-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6gilPq5b_Vg/s72-c/richard+hight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-1524616924028238600</id><published>2008-01-30T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T10:28:24.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This phrase is origionally meant Worth Ship. This in itself is magnificent. Who do you give worth to? This should only go to God. Now the term worship is ususally associated with a time in a church service. This is a time filled with singing, but is that all God requires of us to worship him, a couple of hymns or a few Tomlin songs. I think not. He requires that we serve him with all of our beings, in all things we shoul bring him Worth, not that he needs us but that he requires it of us. So I challenge you, who are you worshiping? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;*This was addressed in a class that I am taking....It is soooo kicking my behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-1524616924028238600?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/1524616924028238600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=1524616924028238600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/1524616924028238600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/1524616924028238600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/01/worship.html' title='Worship'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3191880307004037309.post-7195188267434928812</id><published>2008-01-17T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T17:12:09.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The beginning'/><title type='text'>Technology at its finest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will confess I am not the "up-to-date" kind of person, but recently I have been trying to create an outlet for life. I love to draw, create, and ,well, color, but writing is not my specialty. So to become a more complete person I have decided (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt;) to create a blog for myself. (Everyone is doing it ;-)) So I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;succumbed&lt;/span&gt; to peer pressure and here I am. Let me tell you all a little about me. I am young, active in school activities and I love Jesus, but not the whole Sunday school way. but in a sincere relationship way. I am daily trying to live the life God has called me to live. So here I am ready to serve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3191880307004037309-7195188267434928812?l=sarahmarielong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/feeds/7195188267434928812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3191880307004037309&amp;postID=7195188267434928812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7195188267434928812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3191880307004037309/posts/default/7195188267434928812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahmarielong.blogspot.com/2008/01/technology-at-its-finest.html' title='Technology at its finest!'/><author><name>Sarah Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00164888355617074754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
