<?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-647404357728158658</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:59:53.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Cards</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248074386098280951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SNU7osVlKyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OO1CxpQkVeE/S220/swing.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647404357728158658.post-760533371141961737</id><published>2009-02-17T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:08:39.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes 4 a Cause!</title><content type='html'>I am so incredibly blessed. I know (a fraction) of how much my Savior loves me. I have a husband who loves me and cherishes me and lets me know that on a regular basis. I know my family and friends love me. It breaks my heart to think about how many beautiful daughters of Christ don't know how much they are loved. That's why I spent my Valentine's day loving them, helping out Cupcakes 4 a Cause! I am so excited about this! My wonderful friend Eryn has an affinity for cupcakes and a huge heart for Cambodia, so she started this awesome charity combining the two! Here is a little intro to the charity that will be on her site once it launches in early March (&lt;a href="http://www.cupcakes4acause.com/"&gt;http://www.cupcakes4acause.com/&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For most children, a cupcake is simply dessert.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the young children sold into the Cambodian sex trade, this cupcake could mean their way out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 to 4 million women and children will be sold into sex trafficking in a year…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a world where sex trafficking is the second largest organized crime…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cupcakes for a Cause will donate 65% of all dollars spent to one of the two movements. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.somaly.org/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Somaly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MamFoundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, an organization that “focuses on eradicating the root of human trafficking, exemplifying a global vision and dedication that will allow its work in the United States and South East Asia to expand to other countries around the world.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other movement will be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joshmckague.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joshua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mckague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, “A filmmaker that has the passion to use media as a tool to change the world.” He relies solely on donations. He travels to other countries, documenting and bringing awareness to end sex slavery.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a world where the victims of sexual slavery are subjected to rape, torture, forced abortion, starvation, and threats to family members…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are we willing to do to make a difference for these young victims?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cupcakes for a Cause. Because their tomorrow begins today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of my friend, and I'm proud to be a small part of this huge movement. Let's start a revolution! We live in the most powerful country in the world, let's use that power for good! Cambodia is a nation that is dying for Christ's love, this is a great (and delicious!) way to show that love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- the ever talented Matt and Kate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Altmix&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Altmix&lt;/span&gt; Photography (&lt;a href="http://www.altmixphotography.com/"&gt;http://www.altmixphotography.com/&lt;/a&gt;) donated their time this weekend and have posted some great pictures of a few of the sweet treats Eryn will be offering. Check out their blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647404357728158658-760533371141961737?l=sarahcard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/feeds/760533371141961737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647404357728158658&amp;postID=760533371141961737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default/760533371141961737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default/760533371141961737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/2009/02/cupcakes-4-cause.html' title='Cupcakes 4 a Cause!'/><author><name>Sarah Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248074386098280951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SNU7osVlKyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OO1CxpQkVeE/S220/swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647404357728158658.post-4030162541727092547</id><published>2008-12-08T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:49:38.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's late</title><content type='html'>"Yes, Aslan, " said both the children. But Polly added, "But we're not quite as bad as that world, are we, Aslan?""Not yet, daughter of Eve," he said. "Not yet. But you are growing more like it. It is not certain that some wicked one of your race will not find a secret as evil as the Deplorable Word and use it to destroy all living things. And soon, very soon, before you are an old man and an old woman great nations in your world will be ruled by tyrants who care no more for joy and justice and mercy than the Empress Jadis. Let your world beware..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he could only see us now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647404357728158658-4030162541727092547?l=sarahcard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/feeds/4030162541727092547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647404357728158658&amp;postID=4030162541727092547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default/4030162541727092547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default/4030162541727092547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-aslan-said-both-children.html' title='It&apos;s late'/><author><name>Sarah Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248074386098280951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SNU7osVlKyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OO1CxpQkVeE/S220/swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647404357728158658.post-2345562423569271081</id><published>2008-12-02T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T02:36:41.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomniac, apparently</title><content type='html'>It's 5:04 a.m., and I'm wide awake. Can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched some home videos on Thanksgiving and they were full of people I miss. Papa (pronounced &lt;em&gt;paw-paw&lt;/em&gt;), in particular. One time he got me an umbrella that had my name embroidered in yellow. The crazy old man tried to tell me he found it in a parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;He was always playing a joke on someone. Always making someone laugh. His hat was never straight on his head and he didn't know how to smile without winking.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone to tell me that 95 is old because it's not nearly old enough. I only had him for 20 years so those other 75 years don't count. I want to pick blackberries and ride my bike with the pink banana seat through chicken houses. I want to sit on his front porch swing with him and eat moonpies. I want a black cherry cola. Needless to say, I miss him &lt;em&gt;so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647404357728158658-2345562423569271081?l=sarahcard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/feeds/2345562423569271081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647404357728158658&amp;postID=2345562423569271081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default/2345562423569271081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default/2345562423569271081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/2008/12/insomniac-apparently.html' title='Insomniac, apparently'/><author><name>Sarah Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248074386098280951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SNU7osVlKyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OO1CxpQkVeE/S220/swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647404357728158658.post-7742584781329477001</id><published>2008-10-07T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:17:43.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Road</title><content type='html'>"Once upon a time we all walked on the golden road. It was a fair highway, through the Land of Lost Delight; shadow and sunshine were blessedly mingled, and every turn and dip revealed a fresh charm and a new loveliness to eager hearts and unspoiled eyes. On that road we heard the song of morning stars; we drank in fragrances aerial and sweet as a May mist; we were rich in gossamer fancies and iris hopes; our hearts sought and found the boon of dreams; the years waited beyond and they were very fair; life was a rose-lipped comrade with purple flowers dripping from her fingers." - Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;(Golden Road= Youth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else want to go running over the sand dunes and through wheat grass fields barefoot in a flowing gown on Prince Edwards Island after reading that?... No?... Just me?... okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647404357728158658-7742584781329477001?l=sarahcard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/feeds/7742584781329477001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647404357728158658&amp;postID=7742584781329477001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default/7742584781329477001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default/7742584781329477001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-upon-time-we-all-walked-on-golden.html' title='The Golden Road'/><author><name>Sarah Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248074386098280951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SNU7osVlKyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OO1CxpQkVeE/S220/swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647404357728158658.post-8881979242888030552</id><published>2008-09-28T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:19:08.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did this attitude go?</title><content type='html'>UNITE!&lt;br /&gt;Ignite and spark a light&lt;br /&gt;to burn&lt;br /&gt;so bright&lt;br /&gt;The sight&lt;br /&gt;will blind the blind&lt;br /&gt;of this&lt;br /&gt;our modern time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647404357728158658-8881979242888030552?l=sarahcard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/feeds/8881979242888030552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647404357728158658&amp;postID=8881979242888030552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default/8881979242888030552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default/8881979242888030552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-did-this-attitude-go.html' title='Where did this attitude go?'/><author><name>Sarah Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248074386098280951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SNU7osVlKyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OO1CxpQkVeE/S220/swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647404357728158658.post-8603402746150270111</id><published>2008-09-28T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:48:06.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Please call me Cordelia"</title><content type='html'>Oh, Lucy Maud Montgomery, how I love thee. Anne and I have been playing together once again and it's been loverly. I am on book 8 (Rilla of Ingleside) and I am already getting that sad feeling that always comes when I finish a book. I can already tell that I'm going to miss the Blythes... I guess I'll just read them again. (Again.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647404357728158658-8603402746150270111?l=sarahcard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/feeds/8603402746150270111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647404357728158658&amp;postID=8603402746150270111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default/8603402746150270111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default/8603402746150270111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-lucy-maud-montgomery-how-i-love-thee.html' title='&quot;Please call me Cordelia&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248074386098280951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SNU7osVlKyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OO1CxpQkVeE/S220/swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647404357728158658.post-3638522956477644603</id><published>2008-09-26T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:25:57.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Eyed Boy</title><content type='html'>If you know me, you've probably heard about my Jack. Jackson Milton Tomlin is my sweet sweet nephew and he came into my life on February 1st, 2008. I never in my life thought I could love a child as much as I love our boy. I am so glad my sister had a child first, so I could experience pure "aunt love." I brag about him like he's my own, and I love him like he is, too. Feast your eyes on this cuteness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SN5IiTnve2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/P_SSOxEhxos/s1600-h/boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250713969780292450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SN5IiTnve2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/P_SSOxEhxos/s320/boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SN5IiiOos6I/AAAAAAAAABY/T8xYpL1k9ls/s1600-h/juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250713973701522338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SN5IiiOos6I/AAAAAAAAABY/T8xYpL1k9ls/s320/juice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SN5IivDwIwI/AAAAAAAAABg/VeRrzt7OZd0/s1600-h/glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250713977145533186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SN5IivDwIwI/AAAAAAAAABg/VeRrzt7OZd0/s320/glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SN5Ii7Ohd6I/AAAAAAAAABo/ZYubVXu38cc/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250713980411934626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SN5Ii7Ohd6I/AAAAAAAAABo/ZYubVXu38cc/s320/dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SN22Cebj1nI/AAAAAAAAABI/eAWU5VuNg2I/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250552894228518514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SN22Cebj1nI/AAAAAAAAABI/eAWU5VuNg2I/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SN21nYPaTCI/AAAAAAAAABA/0YoPhITFX6Q/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250552428710480930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SN21nYPaTCI/AAAAAAAAABA/0YoPhITFX6Q/s320/024.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/647404357728158658-3638522956477644603?l=sarahcard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/feeds/3638522956477644603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647404357728158658&amp;postID=3638522956477644603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default/3638522956477644603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default/3638522956477644603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/2008/09/seriously.html' title='Blue Eyed Boy'/><author><name>Sarah Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248074386098280951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SNU7osVlKyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OO1CxpQkVeE/S220/swing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SN5IiTnve2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/P_SSOxEhxos/s72-c/boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647404357728158658.post-946695245766428684</id><published>2008-09-23T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:43:47.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend "Clarence."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SNjw7S1A9NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6bVKxuQ71EI/s1600-h/chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249210267157460178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SNjw7S1A9NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6bVKxuQ71EI/s320/chair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See those really stinkin' cute yellow chairs? The ones with the $1,395.00 price tag?! My awesome husband and I got one this weekend at the Pottery Barn outlet for $235.00!!! We rule. We know it. Actually, I need to go to a meeting that starts like this, "Hi, My name is Sarah and I'm a clearance shopaholic." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our wedding pictures back but my lovely computer at work... you know, the one with WINDOWS 2000 (?!?!) on it... doesn't have a DVD drive. Shocking, I know. So as soon as I get my sweet but very busy husband to connect my lap top at the new place, I will post them. Get excited! They're awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647404357728158658-946695245766428684?l=sarahcard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/feeds/946695245766428684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647404357728158658&amp;postID=946695245766428684' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default/946695245766428684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default/946695245766428684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/2008/09/see-those-really-stinkin-cute-yellow.html' title='My best friend &quot;Clarence.&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248074386098280951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SNU7osVlKyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OO1CxpQkVeE/S220/swing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SNjw7S1A9NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6bVKxuQ71EI/s72-c/chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647404357728158658.post-2903671662697952598</id><published>2008-09-20T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:55:24.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wife of Noble Character, Who Can Find?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SNUzMAeQtxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GbHTHZwdOAY/s1600-h/891104995209_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248157222148552466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SNUzMAeQtxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GbHTHZwdOAY/s320/891104995209_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rare, precious, trustworthy, kind, diligent, energetic, disciplined, compassionate, generous, provident, elegant,  influential, wise, poised, praiseworthy, enterprising, distinguished, honored and God-fearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 9, 2008, I promised to be all those things to my husband. This is going to be the documentation of me trying (and probably failing a lot) to do so. Here we go...&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/647404357728158658-2903671662697952598?l=sarahcard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/feeds/2903671662697952598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647404357728158658&amp;postID=2903671662697952598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default/2903671662697952598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647404357728158658/posts/default/2903671662697952598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahcard.blogspot.com/2008/09/wife-of-noble-character-who-can-find.html' title='A Wife of Noble Character, Who Can Find?'/><author><name>Sarah Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248074386098280951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SNU7osVlKyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OO1CxpQkVeE/S220/swing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vAgXK_PPuGo/SNUzMAeQtxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GbHTHZwdOAY/s72-c/891104995209_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
