<?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-900352862406460810</id><updated>2012-01-29T20:55:47.424-08:00</updated><category term='Confessions'/><title type='text'>D + S</title><subtitle type='html'>This it the life of the couple Allen, as written by them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14349570402594700617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QETa6WTMhiQ/SMgnjkuhD-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/8ruDQS0O7pQ/S220/IMG_3420_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>304</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-7498460245526176735</id><published>2012-01-29T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T10:19:16.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><title type='text'>Confession(s)</title><content type='html'>Our scale broke (I actually think it just needs a new battery) and its probably a good thing b/c ya'll. . . . my fat pants won't button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a dress yesterday that I could most likely wear at 9 months pregnant. Even tho we aren't having kids for the next few years, I have decided to just start buying things that will fit me when I'm pregnant, so I don't have to buy anything then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home from church because my back hurts SUPER bad. . .&amp;nbsp; but sometimes I wonder if people just think I'm a sinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to work. The water was off because they were doing some plumbing stuff. I was the only person in the building and I had to go potty in a BAD way. I'm not proud of the things I did. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Houston on Friday and I'm pretty sure that people were straight up suprised that I look the way I do. Apparently, I'm too much of a hardass to be 24 with blonde curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bridesmaid AND making the cake for my friend Blyn's wedding in April and we have been given money to buy cute clothes. Guys. I am going to be the most homely person in every photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more shoes. And starting on my 25th birthday, I am going to start buying them. (I figure if I give David 11 months to prep for it, he'll be okay with it when the time comes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-7498460245526176735?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7498460245526176735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=7498460245526176735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7498460245526176735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7498460245526176735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2012/01/confessions.html' title='Confession(s)'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-6300092160279255202</id><published>2012-01-19T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T09:36:49.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFFs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn0RTXUdm6M/Tw96-nYnmtI/AAAAAAAAAp0/xCxL7H3HsCA/s1600/IMG_0843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn0RTXUdm6M/Tw96-nYnmtI/AAAAAAAAAp0/xCxL7H3HsCA/s320/IMG_0843.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Lau. Lau is my bestie and I am sadder than life that she is never living in the same place as me! She is wearing a boy's t-shirt in the pic and is rockin it like only Lau can. She is the only person I know who is more sarcastic than me, and also the only person I know who can tell the same story over and over but I NEVER get tired of it. Because its that funny. My mom likes to listen to her and laugh at her. She also happens to have the BEST taste in music - except for her apparently dislike of Beyonce - and has introduced me to some of my fav bands. Even tho Lau is 4 years younger than me, I think a lot of times she is more mature than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss her a lot these days. We hung out a ton during Christmas break, and going from that much Lau to no&amp;nbsp; Lau is making me sadfaced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in high school, Lau weighed like 97 pounds because she was a sickly little thing and I would take her to McDonalds and buy her Big Macs and when she hit 100 pounds (finally) we had a celebration. Now, it seems, Oreo's have taken my place as her weight-cheerleader and I'm kindof upset she no longer requires my help to gain weight. That was my JOB. And now, she, being all mature and grown up, can gain weight all by herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lau is at BYU studying Theatre Education, and lemme tell you this: If I was one of her students, she would be my favorite teacher sheerly on the fact that she adds the word Bears to everything. Like SadBears. And GrumpyBears. And ..... ActingBears. RIGHT LAURA!?! (She gets really upset when I misuse Bears).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, she's my best friend and I'm obsessed with her probably more than a married, straight woman should be, but I have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-6300092160279255202?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6300092160279255202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=6300092160279255202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6300092160279255202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6300092160279255202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2012/01/bffs.html' title='BFFs'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn0RTXUdm6M/Tw96-nYnmtI/AAAAAAAAAp0/xCxL7H3HsCA/s72-c/IMG_0843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-5010730722151112539</id><published>2011-12-28T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T08:46:01.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On not knowing whats wrong</title><content type='html'>So, remember how I had that ultrasound? It found nothing. Nada. Everything is in normal limits and nothing looks fiesty. My spleen is a tad on the large side of normal, but thats probably just b/c my spleen is more awesome than that normal person's. Not even my ovaries, which I was SURE were jacked, were jacked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember how I've been going to the doctor? She knows nothing about whats wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to a GI specialist and a lady-part specialist and hopefully someone will figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having back pain and side pain and stomach pain and last night I took a (prescribed) muscle relaxer,&amp;nbsp;and that was fuuun. But I'm not supposed to take those when I don't want to sleep, and I'm not supposed to take IB during the day (or at all) so needless to say, my days are REALLY fun at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uggggggh. I just want to feel gooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-5010730722151112539?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5010730722151112539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=5010730722151112539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/5010730722151112539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/5010730722151112539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-not-knowing-whats-wrong.html' title='On not knowing whats wrong'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-2862753825123507488</id><published>2011-12-13T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:48:46.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lemme take a minute here</title><content type='html'>To brag on my husband friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he:&lt;br /&gt;Took the biggest test of his school career thus far.&lt;br /&gt;Made an A.&lt;br /&gt;Which means he made ALL A's for this semseter.&lt;br /&gt;Which means he's halfway done with his RN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also:&lt;br /&gt;Got a wicked awesome job.&lt;br /&gt;In which he gets to practice his nursing skills.&lt;br /&gt;Not only making us money, but also making him more marketable in his future employment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love David Philip Allen a whole dang lot. He puts up with my constant whining and watches Grey's Anatomy with me and eats salads with me and also happens to be the best kisser on planet earth. He is going to school to be a Nurse so he can provide for me, and someday our children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bought some sparkling cider and his fav icecream to celebrate his semester being over, and feel like a horrible wife for not doing more. He is picking up a bunch of sub shifts at Gymboree over break, in addition to taking a history class and working on the house, so really, he has no break. He is my HERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-2862753825123507488?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2862753825123507488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=2862753825123507488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2862753825123507488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2862753825123507488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/12/lemme-take-minute-here.html' title='lemme take a minute here'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-8963025149005813799</id><published>2011-12-09T07:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T07:16:37.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets be honest, here</title><content type='html'>If I were to make a list of my top 5 reasons to skip work, getting a pelvic and abominal ultrasound would not be on the list. And yet, that is where I will find myself Monday, during my (extended) lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I'm kindof excited. About the pelvic one I mean. I have thought something was jacked with my ovaries for a long while now, and it will be nice to know for sure. Also, to know why I feel like I am being kicked/knifed in my girl parts from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The abdominal one is for this odd spot under my ribcage that is really painful and hard.... and not normal. Less excited about that one. Prob b/c its new and just showed up this week and I haven't had time to grow to be okay with it, like my junky ovaries. But I figure something like that, I shouldn't grow to be okay with. So, I went to the doctor and she took my blood and scheduled an ultrasound and now we get to see what happens from there. Luckily I already had my well-woman visit scheduled for Tuesday, so its all good in the hood (and I'll find out what there is to know then!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number one best reason for me to skip work is coming home on Monday! MY LAU WILL BE BACK! And I AM skipping work on Friday (WHAT?! I have PTO!) to hang out with her and catch up on her adventures across the pond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-8963025149005813799?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8963025149005813799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=8963025149005813799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8963025149005813799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8963025149005813799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/12/lets-be-honest-here.html' title='Lets be honest, here'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-3038040943453971781</id><published>2011-11-20T12:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T12:50:24.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>There are so many things going through my head. Most of which how I never feel good on my Birthday. Its like some kind of sick joke.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was pretty good tho. This is how it went.&lt;br /&gt;1. Wake up, finish making cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Deliver said cupcakes to Allen. Have people want to take a picture with me and said cupcakes. Then get 5 extra bucks for said cupcakes b/c they are nice. HOLLA.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to the Allen Outlets. Good thing we got there early b/c it got SICK BUSY as the day went on. Got a TON of stuff at Gap &amp;amp; Banana Republic for SUPER CHEAP (hello $7 Banana White Pencil Skirt), and a few things at the Kitchen outlet store. David got a new pair of scrub pants at a uniform store and a new polo at Pacsun (b/c we are teenagers). Those were the only stores we went to and we CONQUERED them.&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat lunch at Cheddars - because 7 years ago tomorrow (ie today- my birthday) will have been our 1st date, and thats where we went. Eat the Queso. B/c its delish.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to DSW. And Marshall's. And TJ Maxx. And have no luck finding shoes. :-( &lt;br /&gt;6. Go to Ikea and buy David a new office chair (Last Chance for $30 instead of $60!!!) and me a drawer thing for all my cake stuff. Its awesome. I'll take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;7. Hurry home, jump in the shower and get ready for the Youth Dance. Yes, you read that right. We totally chaperoned! &lt;br /&gt;8. Go pick up Youths. Take them to the dance. Think about how they were cooler and had better music back in our day.&lt;br /&gt;9. Take youths to Wataburger on the way home and split a shake and fries. &lt;br /&gt;10. Come home and pass out.&lt;br /&gt;11. Wake up EARLY b/c you have a massive Charly Horse in your calf from walking so much the day before and scream until it goes away. Have husband wish you happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;12. Stay home on said b-day b/c your tummy hurts and both calves hurt like a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-3038040943453971781?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3038040943453971781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=3038040943453971781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/3038040943453971781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/3038040943453971781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/11/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-7179102844275003896</id><published>2011-11-17T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T20:42:52.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Work Work</title><content type='html'>Soooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it drives me nuts. Mostly just the office politics and the lack of us being able to hire anyone worth anything in my dept, meaning there is WAY too much work to do. But I really enjoy the actual work I do. A lot of it is boring (hi, printing checks for 15+ hours a week) but a lot of it is interesting and I enjoy researching and stuff. And when I'm doing the boring stuff I listen to my iPod or Dave Ramsey or NPR so its all good anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally talked my boss into letting me be able to work on the terminal server, which means that I can work from home! I got all my access set up tonight - just in time for the system to be down for 2 hours for maintenance. Awesome. But I got my personal work email (we do most stuff through a dept system) cleaned out and now I have a game plan for tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my boss and the supervisor of the other dept she is over today about what kind of person it&lt;br /&gt;takes to do my boss's job. The supervisor was talking about how she would NEVER want my boss's job and how she wasn't even sure she really liked being a supervisor that much. Its funny b/c I wouldn't mind having my boss's job. Not that I WANT her job or something, but I don't think I would mind having that kind of work pressure and expectations - I thrive when people need stuff done and need it done now and I thrive in being able to create new processes and organize and make things more productive. When I was younger (re: before I got married) I kindof wanted to be a company bigwig - and actually I went to a few youth leadership programs in high school. At one of these, my group all wrote cards to eachother and a few people said they saw me being CEO of a company someday. I wonder, if I hadn't gotten married, if that's what I would have done. I know that I could probably still do that now, but A) I don't like school and its going to be a Herculean effort for me to even finish the 15 or so credits left for my undergrad, let alone an MBA and B) I think raising my kids is going to be way more important than me having a job where I get to be the boss (which means working a kabillion hours). Its so odd to me that I went from this teenager who was really into power and doing things that would lead me to leadership positions to wanting to be a Mom who sits at home all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks I have really wanted a baby - I know that right now isn't the right time for that, but the time is coming. I can feel it. Now now, this isn't going to happen anytime soon - my IUD is still in for almost 2 more years -&amp;nbsp; but its cool to know that someday, I will get to try to have a baby! And then, if I get pregnant, I can be a Mom! Cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a post that has been everywhere, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy hurts right now. Well, more like my Uterus. Its been not playing nice lately and hurting. It happens from time to time - I guess its my penance for having no period (TMI? Oh well). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to go to bed, but I have to make David a PB&amp;amp;H sammich first to take with him tomorrow at the hospital, and staying here on our blue couch typing is a lot easier than getting up and doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are super extra poor (this is the story of our life) which is really fun. I really enjoy having no money. And going to Home Depot to get tape and paper so we can finish textuturing the walls and get to painting - and looking at all the pretty flooring that I want to put in the kitchen here. But alas, countertops come before the floor and then the backsplash comes next, and probably a fridge before it, but the floor.... oh how I dream. Some day, far far in the future, David will have a real job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, speaking of David - he went and talked to a counselor at UTA today, and found out all about their bridge program for after he gets his RN (He will have an associatiates next Dec! After 6 years of school. . . . . hahah. poor kitten). He is really excited about it because he thought he had to take 5 more pre-recs but he only has to take 3! And the way the program works is you take one class at a time and each class is 5 weeks, and he can double up if he needs to to get it done sooner (but he prob won't do this) and its all online so it seems like its going to be pretty awesome! So about 2 years and 2 months from now, David will have his BSN! Which means he can apply to MORE School! :-) Seriously, by the time he graduates from whatever grad program he decides on, he will have been in school for like 9 1/2 years or something. He totally could have been a Doctor! Except we don't have to deal with residency or crap like that, so party at our house! Haha. Plus I really think he loves what he is doing and he is learning SO MUCH every day. I am so proud of him! He is making really good grades this semester and is studying his little face off. Him not working has sucked cash-wise, but been awesome in every other way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably update more often so I don't come and vomit all over a post, huh? Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've gotten this far, I'm impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Laaaura comes home in like a month! And will be home for 3 weeks or something! I'm super excited. When it gets closer, I am going to see if its feasible for me to take a day off work so we can hang out. I wish she didn't have to go to school all the way in Utah. Its so dumb that I was in Utah and she was in Texas and now its vice versa and I just miss her. And living in the same place. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Kels is also back in the crooked I for the time being and I like trying to make her fat. Its like the good ol days with Lau. When I used to buy her big macs on a regular basis. Except somehow Kels ends up making me go running instead. She's tricky like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done a few more cakes as of late, but am FAR too lazy to update them on the blog or on facebook. Sorry loyal fans, you will just have to wait! But I promise - it will be worth it. My best work is in the soon to be un-veiled cakes! :-)There is an owl, a square cake and lots of colors and flowers involved - oh! And Argyle! Yupp, pretty awesome if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: in other news: My parents are going to Mexico for Thankgiving. We made them give us copies of their passports for in case they get kidnapped. Also, if they get kidnapped, they said don't give them any ransom money. So thats comforting, right? What a bunch of wierdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am seriously going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-7179102844275003896?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7179102844275003896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=7179102844275003896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7179102844275003896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7179102844275003896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/11/work-work-work.html' title='Work Work Work'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-3458577398946079035</id><published>2011-10-23T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T21:56:48.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So there was this one time .....</title><content type='html'>where I taught the lesson to the girls at church and I ended up crying like a little baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, my calling is hard.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it would be so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe its espicically hard for me because I was LITERALLY sitting in the exact spot these girls sat 5 years ago. I was in this ward. I went to that school. I know how hard it is. And I know how easy it is to fail.&lt;br /&gt;And I know how hard it is to do whats right.&lt;br /&gt;And I know how important it is to do it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say to these girls to make them understand that what they are doing now - right now - matters. That it matters in an eternal sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my husband when I was 16 years old. I had no idea I would end up marrying him. In fact, if you asked me, I would have laughed in your face. He was arrogant. I thought I was better than him. And while he was a stellar kisser, he didn't want the same things I did in life. I just thought we'd date for a while and be done. And we did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, here I am, 7 years from the time we met, married and loving him every day of my life. I cannot begin to tell you the blessing this man is in my life. He puts up with things no one else in the world would -from my constant messes to leaving every door open, to being selfish to tickling him. He knows me better than anyone and today I found out some devastating news and he said all the right things and comforted me in ways that I didn't know I needed. He talked to me and held my had and let me cry. And I know it may seem like a huge jump, but I wouldn't be here without parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not talking about the ill-fated accidental blind-date that was how I met David as a result of my Mother. I am talking about how my parents grounded me when I broke the rules. How I wasn't allowed to see my "boyfriend" before we were both 16. How I never missed curfew because I knew my parents would hold up to their end of the threats of what would happen if I did. And how they let me know, even if they were punishing me, that they loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for that, I would have done even MORE stupid stuff than I did. I told the girls today that the reason I didn't mess up big wasn't because I had some stellar testimony and knew that if I didn't follow the "rules" I would have sorrow, but because I knew if I didn't follow them I would get grounded. And ya know what? If I had broken more rules, I wouldn't be where I am now, married to my best friend. I wish I could convey to them, and their parents for that matter, the importance of following rules even if you don't undrestand or agree with the why. Parents need to have consequences for their children and children need to know that their parents will stand by their word. They won't back down and they won't apologize for punishing their kids. And I know that they all think it is SOOO far off, but I was 3 years older than some of them when I got married. And that, my friends, is a very short amount of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you do stupid things and break commandments or laws, your are limiting your future. You may not see it then. You may only view the short term. But at some point in your life, wouldn't it be great to have the choices? Instead of having made them when you were 15 and stupid beyond belief? I know I for one want to leave some choices to my older, wiser self. I don't want to make them all now. And I sure wish I could take back some of the choices my younger, stupider self made. However, I am so greatful that stupid, stupid girl didn't make more stupid decisions. And I wish there was some way for me to convey to the girls's at church this and for them to actually belive me. And do what I say. And be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I wish. I wish so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-3458577398946079035?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3458577398946079035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=3458577398946079035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/3458577398946079035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/3458577398946079035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-there-was-this-one-time.html' title='So there was this one time .....'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-4489623859588954723</id><published>2011-10-17T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T21:45:52.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Remember</title><content type='html'>Hey friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and I are hosting our first annual after-halloween party! It is November 5th and is going to be a wicked awesome time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tis a couples only thing (but feel free to come with a date if you are single!) &lt;br /&gt;- No Booze, just Boo's!&lt;br /&gt;- Costume Required&lt;br /&gt;- Controlled Potluck (Everyone gets a recipe to serve 10-12 of an appetizer or treat that way there is enough food for everyone and we don't have 5 of the same thing! Call or email me for yours if you don't see me normally!)&lt;br /&gt;- Games are going to be really fun and really silly. Come with a sense of humor and willingness to feel dorky!&lt;br /&gt;- No kids! Get a babysitter and come enjoy some hard-earned adult only time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you need any more info! Its gonna be crazy awesome and if you are one of my Pinterest friends I think you would know that! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-4489623859588954723?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4489623859588954723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=4489623859588954723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4489623859588954723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4489623859588954723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/10/remember-remember.html' title='Remember Remember'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-8531071663294707820</id><published>2011-10-09T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:30:04.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are adorable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHr7rp4vXnk/TpKC0Z7-GCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/wMhUpMlEkLk/s1600/Allen-160-1446624122-O.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHr7rp4vXnk/TpKC0Z7-GCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/wMhUpMlEkLk/s320/Allen-160-1446624122-O.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting this here as a warning: the post after this one may offend you. Stop scrolling now and just look at how pretty we look here if you don't want to risk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-8531071663294707820?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8531071663294707820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=8531071663294707820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8531071663294707820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8531071663294707820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-are-adorable.html' title='We are adorable'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHr7rp4vXnk/TpKC0Z7-GCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/wMhUpMlEkLk/s72-c/Allen-160-1446624122-O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-3481152221899050299</id><published>2011-10-09T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:28:27.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants about Mormons</title><content type='html'>So, if you know me, you know I'm Mormon.&lt;br /&gt;If you REALLY know me, you know Mormons seriously get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some ways to make me want to stop going to church for a few months. (I told David today "I just need a 2 month break from all the MORMONS! I just want to go to church and be uplifted and not have to deal with any of the PEOPLE.")&lt;br /&gt;I know that this may make me unpopular in some circles, but whatever. I've never cared about popularity anyways. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1: Ward Parties&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do NOT let your children take massive plates of food that we ALL KNOW are just going to get thrown away because they won't eat anything on it. Why? Because when the poor suckers who are doing all the WORK - ya know, the ones in the kitchen making the food and refilling your drinks, finally get around to eating, its not fun to have nothing and see all these plates full of food in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;- Speaking of children - CONTROL THEM. A ward party is not a free-for-all for your kids to run a mock. This is like the swimming pool, people - keep your kids within arm's reach at all times. Yes, socalize with your adult friends, please do - but don't let your kids create messes that other people have to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;- Cleaning up, oh boy. FREAKING DO IT, YOU GUYS. I don't care that you have kids. I don't care that its past their bedtime. I do care that of the past 2 years being in this ward, I have helped clean up at every single one while I know there are people who haven't helped once.&lt;br /&gt;- Speaking of helping - you should be doing this. Helping includes the following things: coming early and setting up chairs. Bringing enough food to feed your family PLUS MORE PEOPLE. Potluck dosen't mean you get lucky food that is free. It means you bring enough to SHARE. Offering to fill up your own freaking water pitcher instead of coming to the kitchen and saying "This is empty". Offering to hold someone's baby when you are done eating so they can eat. Clearing plates off of tables. Serving food. Cleaning serving utinsils. Etc. Guys. A ward party is not meant to be a time you come and do nothing. Its something that everyone should participate in putting on. If someone asks you to be in charge of something - you do it. You don't give excuses. Everyone is busy. Do your part.&lt;br /&gt;- And just for good measure - if you haven't ever been in charge of a ward function, please ask the Bishop to put you in charge. Why? Because it would be nice to sit down and eat my food at the table with the real adults once. Yes, I help at all the ward functions. Why? Because there is no one else doing it and it makes me feel guilty when the people in charge have no help. You could be that help instead of me. Also, its really hard to understand what its like to put it on until you do it. Its like being a server: You tip better if you've been there and done that. So be there and do that and then you will never wonder why I feel obligated to help again, and then EVERYONE will help and EVERYONE can have fun, instead of mostly everyone having fun and the people in charge getting stuck bitterly in the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2: Expecting things to be free&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following things are not/should not ever be free unless they are specifically offered to you with the DIRECT OFFER of having no payment attached. As in, the person doing the service should say "Oh, you aren't paying me for this." Just because we are in the same building for three hours once a week does NOT mean we are friends and does NOT mean I have an obligation to give you crap for free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Babysitting&amp;nbsp; (unless you are going to the temple, ovbs)&lt;br /&gt;- Cakes, Cupcakes, or some other form or treat for a party/gathering/function&lt;br /&gt;- Crafty things (think hemming pants for you, or making your kid birthday invites)&lt;br /&gt;- Driving you to the airport (pay for their gas, people)&lt;br /&gt;- Mowing your lawn, writing you a prescription/giving your kid a free physical when they are doctor, or giving you some other form or service (a construction worker fixing your house, a massage therapist giving you a massage, a piano player giving you lessons, etc etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not have the money to pay for these things, a lot of times, its not a big deal because the person doesn't mind actually doing them for free. HOWEVER, you should NEVER assume and you should ALWAYS write the person a thank you card, or get them a gift card, or offer to trade them for some kind of service, or skill for these things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you ask someone to do something, pay them for it. Its just tacky to ask someone to do something for you then say, oh yeah, and I want you to do it for free. DUH PEOPLE. DUH. Service is not something that you can ask people to do for you. Its something that people OFFER to do FOR you. And you can't choose what, when, why or how that service happens. Ever. End of story. (Once again, if someone offers something, it is not poor manners to take them up on it, but it is poor manners not to give a thank you card or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: Asking people personal things when you don't know them AT ALL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop doing this. Just stop it. I don't want you to know about the state of my uterus or when it will or will not be occupied. If I wanted you to know that, I would tell you. Don't ask me about it. And then you feel awkward when I say I don't want kids and then you say why. And then I tell you I have not even an inkling that I want a child at this point in my life and then you judge me for being married 3 years and not popping a kid out and quote some GA and then I hate you forever. So lets just be awesome and keep liking each other and not talk about it, k? This also goes for the following subjects:&lt;br /&gt;- How often someone prays&lt;br /&gt;- How much someone reads the scriptures&lt;br /&gt;- How many times they go to the temple&lt;br /&gt;- How much money they have in the bank&lt;br /&gt;- How much money they make at their job&lt;br /&gt;- How many kids they want to have&lt;br /&gt;- What they think of Mitt Romney&lt;br /&gt;- Gay Marriage&lt;br /&gt;- ETC&lt;br /&gt;Guys, this is okay if you are friends with these people. This is okay if you are getting to know someone at a personal level and you aren't in a large group of people. Politics are okay to discuss in a group as long as you don't get too deep into it, and as long as you have an open mind to what someone is saying (which Mormons are notoriously horrible about doing. So better safe than sorry!). But seriously. Once again, I am going to stand by my statement that being in the same building for three hours a week doesn't mean we are BFFs. That is like saying that me and the CEO of my company are best friends because we are in the same builiding 40 hours a week. The man has said 5 words to me in 4 months - which is probably more than a lot of the people in our ward. And he would NEVER ask me about any of this crap. Stick to the stuff that you have in common - ie: Oh, how is your calling. How is your mother? Didn't you enjoy so and so's talk/lesson? If you want to get on a deeper level with someone, the foyer at church isn't the place to do it. Invite them over for dinner or a game night. Then you can BECOME friends and ask them ALL THESE KINDS OF QUESTIONS YOU WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, rant over. . . . FOR NOW. I'm sure I'll come up with more later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-3481152221899050299?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3481152221899050299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=3481152221899050299' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/3481152221899050299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/3481152221899050299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/10/rants-about-mormons.html' title='Rants about Mormons'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-5734950584106417367</id><published>2011-10-03T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T19:49:31.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I had a pro photographer to take ALL my cake pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QL2Dni9JiaM/TopxkH0QwWI/AAAAAAAAAhc/48uE6o4VfYA/s1600/IMG_7259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QL2Dni9JiaM/TopxkH0QwWI/AAAAAAAAAhc/48uE6o4VfYA/s320/IMG_7259.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDQ-DBPrEt8/TopxmgOEEiI/AAAAAAAAAhg/dwDEFgPHLoY/s1600/IMG_7272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDQ-DBPrEt8/TopxmgOEEiI/AAAAAAAAAhg/dwDEFgPHLoY/s320/IMG_7272.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://melissafullmer.com/"&gt;Melissa Fullmer Photography&lt;/a&gt; for the beautiful shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up till 4am finishing all those dang buttons! WORTHIT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-5734950584106417367?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5734950584106417367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=5734950584106417367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/5734950584106417367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/5734950584106417367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/10/cute-as-button-babyshower-cake.html' title='I wish I had a pro photographer to take ALL my cake pictures!'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QL2Dni9JiaM/TopxkH0QwWI/AAAAAAAAAhc/48uE6o4VfYA/s72-c/IMG_7259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-6058469169947953160</id><published>2011-09-28T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T20:38:21.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember how I make cakes?</title><content type='html'>Go check em all out in all their glory &lt;a href="http://sabcakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures to get ya goin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OBn29SfpzV0/ToPnySoYlBI/AAAAAAAAAgg/DWy2folHJVw/s1600/100_0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OBn29SfpzV0/ToPnySoYlBI/AAAAAAAAAgg/DWy2folHJVw/s320/100_0043.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HbhtMB7fN44/ToPn9NJHxuI/AAAAAAAAAg0/gIXfl7a8FpA/s1600/100_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HbhtMB7fN44/ToPn9NJHxuI/AAAAAAAAAg0/gIXfl7a8FpA/s320/100_0048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3uijvwUJI6s/ToPnzZDZJtI/AAAAAAAAAgk/tkDvxN2gcU8/s1600/100_0044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PM-o55Bvnfw/ToPoDhv2drI/AAAAAAAAAg8/QUNPqt5dh_o/s1600/101_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PM-o55Bvnfw/ToPoDhv2drI/AAAAAAAAAg8/QUNPqt5dh_o/s320/101_0040.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YDV6FAmRko/ToPn0YZGCoI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ZBOpy6kL3ok/s1600/101_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YsGNGUfZ6Zw/ToPn1Pg0jrI/AAAAAAAAAgs/TfLmy2l9-XY/s1600/101_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YsGNGUfZ6Zw/ToPn1Pg0jrI/AAAAAAAAAgs/TfLmy2l9-XY/s320/101_0006.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KeWIoTfabr0/ToPn3DTmJkI/AAAAAAAAAgw/w7sfUCuG1I0/s1600/101_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KeWIoTfabr0/ToPn3DTmJkI/AAAAAAAAAgw/w7sfUCuG1I0/s320/101_0015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go look and see! And then buy a cake when you have an occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-6058469169947953160?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6058469169947953160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=6058469169947953160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6058469169947953160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6058469169947953160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/09/remember-how-i-make-cakes.html' title='Remember how I make cakes?'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OBn29SfpzV0/ToPnySoYlBI/AAAAAAAAAgg/DWy2folHJVw/s72-c/100_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-837722046379372891</id><published>2011-09-24T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T15:16:04.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyle comes to the Lone Star State</title><content type='html'>So, this all happened almost two months ago, but I'm just now blogging it . . . sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gh48ROEivxo/TmTqhem0pVI/AAAAAAAAAb0/IELDzx8eIFc/s1600/IMG_1241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gh48ROEivxo/TmTqhem0pVI/AAAAAAAAAb0/IELDzx8eIFc/s320/IMG_1241.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Kyle's first night in Tejas, we went to Trail Dust! It was fun, but they changed the menu and the steaks aren't as awesome as they used to be. :-( But! The slide was still AWESOM!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qH4hvP6OP3Y/TmTqjFAMT4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/5rKjksDJ4Jg/s1600/IMG_1251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qH4hvP6OP3Y/TmTqjFAMT4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/5rKjksDJ4Jg/s320/IMG_1251.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle's second day in Texas was her and David's day-date. Yupp, think Utah Prom. They pretty much were redic all day and you would think I would be jelous of a girl this pretty but nope, I love Kyle and want her to come spend a day with my husband EVERY WEEK (mostly b/c he's in a good mood when he has ANY human interaction. Boyfriend goes to the grocery store to talk to people during the day!). Anyways, they did a JFK morning and there are pictures of them standing in the middle of the road where he was shot, but apparently I didn't upload those. OOPS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7CGPmBVGOU8/TmTqlbHhCaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/RIu17joV1G4/s1600/IMG_1261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7CGPmBVGOU8/TmTqlbHhCaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/RIu17joV1G4/s320/IMG_1261.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is where Kyle and David met. Well - not this EXACT location (seeing as they met in Utah, and this is the BABW at the Northpark Mall. . . ). They loved working here. . . most days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G3rFSFGJffs/TmTqm4oFXjI/AAAAAAAAAcA/h_5SIkeEksQ/s1600/IMG_1264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G3rFSFGJffs/TmTqm4oFXjI/AAAAAAAAAcA/h_5SIkeEksQ/s320/IMG_1264.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the stack of books Kyle got at Half-Priced. She's a book-lover to the extreme and if you can't tell from the titles, she only likes good books, unlike me and my horrible/awesome addiction to juvinile chick-lit. She says she's going to come back JUST TO GO BACK to half-price. I told her she's welcome anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gY2OWjLO5aA/TmTqoOY4gbI/AAAAAAAAAcE/KBDLOL1XhTM/s1600/IMG_1267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gY2OWjLO5aA/TmTqoOY4gbI/AAAAAAAAAcE/KBDLOL1XhTM/s320/IMG_1267.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After I got off work, we went to the Ranger's game! Here is me and David with Nolan Ryan, a true Texan hero. Kylee gained a new apprecation for Mr. Ryan during the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ntpx9vrwcLg/TmTqpIedf1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/MwA5xNJ1ypU/s1600/IMG_1285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ntpx9vrwcLg/TmTqpIedf1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/MwA5xNJ1ypU/s320/IMG_1285.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She also gained a new apperciation of Josh Hamilton's butt. Yupp, he's got one of the best in baseball. Its true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fD9Xo_ncXs/TmTqqvGqZZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Di79OkAmIII/s1600/IMG_1294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fD9Xo_ncXs/TmTqqvGqZZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Di79OkAmIII/s320/IMG_1294.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the tree of us in our seats. We got some awesome deal where the $30 seats were like $8 bucks so it was great! Except the sun in our eyes for the first hour of the game. WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8hUk1TDz7Cs/TmTqr5bvDxI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/_9qRpdhg2Z8/s1600/IMG_1324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8hUk1TDz7Cs/TmTqr5bvDxI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/_9qRpdhg2Z8/s320/IMG_1324.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this is us in front of the field! We are ADORABLE. Also, Kyle is obsessed with her shirt. It says "Chicks dig diamonds.:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1U5rlLEvbbw/TmTqtdWpVPI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_b4iyZO628k/s1600/IMG_1332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1U5rlLEvbbw/TmTqtdWpVPI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_b4iyZO628k/s320/IMG_1332.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ahhh this is the next morning. WE WENT TO AUSTIN. Yes, it deserves all caps. It was the great. This is when we were waiting in line for Franklin's BBQ, which was the best freaking meat I've ever had ever. Just thinking of it makes me want to drive there and wait in line 2 + hours again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WN6Q3Mtuzw0/TmTquiZwpII/AAAAAAAAAcY/j388SfHUKLc/s1600/IMG_1334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WN6Q3Mtuzw0/TmTquiZwpII/AAAAAAAAAcY/j388SfHUKLc/s320/IMG_1334.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is kyle in front of the awesome aqua wall. She is a hipster, and that purse? The reason I just bought my little cross body-number (which will make an guest appearance e in a later blog!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yHDRdPTohJw/TmTqv2jq4_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0ji2Z1uo86o/s1600/IMG_1339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yHDRdPTohJw/TmTqv2jq4_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/0ji2Z1uo86o/s320/IMG_1339.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The three of us in front of the sign! WOOOO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TXxkR2QmLL4/TmTqxnVbAVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/oAY_zbuTEGg/s1600/IMG_1343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TXxkR2QmLL4/TmTqxnVbAVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/oAY_zbuTEGg/s320/IMG_1343.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;True freaking story, guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HoJstBwHgZQ/TmTqzRR9luI/AAAAAAAAAck/u8UHfZnYsBg/s1600/IMG_1346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HoJstBwHgZQ/TmTqzRR9luI/AAAAAAAAAck/u8UHfZnYsBg/s320/IMG_1346.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We pretty much destroyed a pound of brisket in like 5 seconds. IT WAS SO GOOD! The potato salad was so-so, but omg I didn't even care. See that big bottle? Thats the BBQ sauce I would sell my left ovary to have in my mouth every. single. day. It was the perfect blend of vinegar and sweet and spicy. Mmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzVdhtDd7fY/TmTq0bEPsNI/AAAAAAAAAco/gx7lo8KCeWI/s1600/IMG_1350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzVdhtDd7fY/TmTq0bEPsNI/AAAAAAAAAco/gx7lo8KCeWI/s320/IMG_1350.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle with her sandwich. She enjoyed it immensely, or so she told us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U0YBvBfNBd8/TmTq1JcgoEI/AAAAAAAAAcs/jvM1auh3siw/s1600/IMG_1354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U0YBvBfNBd8/TmTq1JcgoEI/AAAAAAAAAcs/jvM1auh3siw/s320/IMG_1354.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After BBQ, we went to the state capitol. Why? Because we COULD THAT'S WHY. Also, it was free. WOOOOHOOOO! This is kyle and I on a saddle. Wearing chaps. That might have been meant for small children but WHATEVER. Its public property and we DO WHAT WE WANT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKMhjNtgbXU/TmTq3UF8KZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/HKmt_Ve5T6M/s1600/IMG_1359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKMhjNtgbXU/TmTq3UF8KZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/HKmt_Ve5T6M/s320/IMG_1359.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My love and me in front of the Capitoal building of the greatest state in the US of A!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AmzsoAPPrA4/TmTq47_-2JI/AAAAAAAAAc0/wcvFwsKS3i0/s1600/IMG_1365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AmzsoAPPrA4/TmTq47_-2JI/AAAAAAAAAc0/wcvFwsKS3i0/s320/IMG_1365.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made Kyle sit on the floor to take this picture. She was wearing a skirt and had to ACT like a lady. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JY_3SNFnrag/TmTq5_4GOpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/WYZe6y1ZpLw/s1600/IMG_1368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JY_3SNFnrag/TmTq5_4GOpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/WYZe6y1ZpLw/s320/IMG_1368.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is David and me in the middle of a fight. I have no idea what about now, but whatever. I was probably right. Anyways, the reason I put this picture up here is to highlight the fact that Kylee is an awesome friend b/c she not only puts up with our redic fights, but documents it on film (er... digital file) so that we can all laugh about it later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HlDHpzqsfJs/TmTq7Stb-II/AAAAAAAAAc8/6bdPW4Ixi_E/s1600/IMG_1384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HlDHpzqsfJs/TmTq7Stb-II/AAAAAAAAAc8/6bdPW4Ixi_E/s320/IMG_1384.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle's greatest wish was to see real-live armadillo. She was greatly saddened by the fact that neither me or David has ever seen one alive other than in the zoo. We have, however seen them on the side of the road. Dead. Oops. Sorry Kyle! At least you didn't see one in that state!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pTgqWGNJdLI/TmTq9OJ_xmI/AAAAAAAAAdA/VJOilvariw8/s1600/IMG_1391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pTgqWGNJdLI/TmTq9OJ_xmI/AAAAAAAAAdA/VJOilvariw8/s320/IMG_1391.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my boobs. .. JUST KIDDING. Its a picture of my TACO! From Torchy's! The best dang taco I've ever had. Also, my hair looks awesome. And the next two picutres are going to be framed with this one somewhere in our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D28uv8lGecI/TmTq_B7-tLI/AAAAAAAAAdE/3lXWNddnjvI/s1600/IMG_1392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D28uv8lGecI/TmTq_B7-tLI/AAAAAAAAAdE/3lXWNddnjvI/s320/IMG_1392.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this taco made David want to move to Austin. That, or make me make him more tacos! (Which I did! I made awesome fish tacos like 2 weeks ago! Yaay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qon8OoWf0As/TmTrAdoS5LI/AAAAAAAAAdI/gXPLzoWNAf4/s1600/IMG_1393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qon8OoWf0As/TmTrAdoS5LI/AAAAAAAAAdI/gXPLzoWNAf4/s320/IMG_1393.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this taco actually DID make Kyle want to move to Austin. Yes. Its true. Kyle wants to be a true-blue Texan like the cool kids. She's pretty much the only Utahan whom we would allow to move here without massive amounts of making-fun-of-ness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu9JWBl76zA/TmTrCOdPyjI/AAAAAAAAAdM/10FeS5WHllw/s1600/IMG_1396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu9JWBl76zA/TmTrCOdPyjI/AAAAAAAAAdM/10FeS5WHllw/s320/IMG_1396.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tacos, we decided we had NOT had enough calories that day, so we went to this ice cream place. It, like all the other food we had, was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iJgYuUWXiCk/TmTrDCcoIVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Y-MgvXC4Qk0/s1600/IMG_1397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iJgYuUWXiCk/TmTrDCcoIVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Y-MgvXC4Qk0/s320/IMG_1397.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had mexican vanilla, straight up, and the other two got crap mixed in. I won the flavor contest. No need to mess with something as good as mexican vanilla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5esUo_vSpM/TmTrEH4aGAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/gNRSIheXrkY/s1600/IMG_1398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5esUo_vSpM/TmTrEH4aGAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/gNRSIheXrkY/s320/IMG_1398.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;True story: We took this picture and didn't even realize how awesome the background was until later. I think Kyle's wants this tattooed on her body someplace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a14JEbUO8Ic/TmTrFdEphTI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Tzu6j3Da3ws/s1600/IMG_1402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a14JEbUO8Ic/TmTrFdEphTI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Tzu6j3Da3ws/s320/IMG_1402.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The three of us under the bat bridge! Soon after this picture was taken, we realized what a massive error we had made in standing UNDER the bridge . . . where the bats were coming out of bed after a very long sleep. . . ie, had to go to the BATroom (HAHAHAHAH. GET IT?!?!?!). We moved to the side of the bridge and had much less crap falling on us. . . literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEG2CI0tnlY/TmTrGnyM-WI/AAAAAAAAAdc/VIoj_xur6NE/s1600/IMG_1428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEG2CI0tnlY/TmTrGnyM-WI/AAAAAAAAAdc/VIoj_xur6NE/s320/IMG_1428.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle got this awesome pic of the bats pouring out. It really is insane. Everyone who lives in Tejas should see it at least once! (It was my second time). Its just insane how many bats fit under one bridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LyIIuM-VQB8/TmTrIRNxHxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/wYrZqFoGzyU/s1600/IMG_1439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LyIIuM-VQB8/TmTrIRNxHxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/wYrZqFoGzyU/s320/IMG_1439.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these are the pictures that are the real reason why we went to Austin! THE TALLY HALL CONCERT! Tally hall is one of my favoritest bands of all time and I've seen them live like 5 or 6 times now. Each time I'm just blown away by their musicality and just how TIGHT they are live. I've never heard any band (except maybe the mo-tab, and thats not a band!) do a 4 part harmony . . . IN TUNE. . . on a stage with a loud crowd and even louder instruments messing with their hearing. Anyways, I love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap0uxTvIseA/TmTrJaoZasI/AAAAAAAAAdk/MQFskKIgjRM/s1600/IMG_1445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap0uxTvIseA/TmTrJaoZasI/AAAAAAAAAdk/MQFskKIgjRM/s320/IMG_1445.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us were tired from our long day of Austin-ing and so we sat on the floor. Pretty much everyone else followed suit. It was Kyle's idea, therefore Kyle is a trend-setter . . .like we didn't already know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXaV62VgpoI/TmTrLWharsI/AAAAAAAAAdo/EXhBBpldqoM/s1600/IMG_1446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXaV62VgpoI/TmTrLWharsI/AAAAAAAAAdo/EXhBBpldqoM/s320/IMG_1446.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our High-Five over the fact that the stupid opening band that was HORRIBLE and made my ears almost bleed was over and T-Hall was about to start! Also, that we have Tally Hall shirts on! HIGHFIVE FOR CONCERT SHIRTS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p1O6nv0iQ0c/TmTrMgNQYwI/AAAAAAAAAds/Xv_T2V5BMGE/s1600/IMG_1449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p1O6nv0iQ0c/TmTrMgNQYwI/AAAAAAAAAds/Xv_T2V5BMGE/s320/IMG_1449.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3/5 of my favorite men who I'm not married or related to. They wear ties and vests and pants that are probably a little too tight to be considered dressy. And they play the crap out of those things they are holding. It was an awesome night and I left feeling happy and warm, just like every time I see them in concert! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tBajXqI6JCY/TmTrNkJL0aI/AAAAAAAAAdw/qFgjOTRdUKU/s1600/IMG_1461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tBajXqI6JCY/TmTrNkJL0aI/AAAAAAAAAdw/qFgjOTRdUKU/s320/IMG_1461.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the next morning when we were leaving. It was approx 20 million degrees out and we were walking around trying to find someplace to eat brunch. We found this sign on the wall and took a picture. Then we at some delish brunch at a very hipster cafe and it was delish. And for some reason I didn't put a pic on here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wXNT4KhjGjA/TmTrPPqeckI/AAAAAAAAAd0/tesOJdXHjOw/s1600/IMG_1470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wXNT4KhjGjA/TmTrPPqeckI/AAAAAAAAAd0/tesOJdXHjOw/s320/IMG_1470.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER there is a pic of Kyle and her Wataburger cup! This was on Monday, when we did the Ft. Worth side of town. This was right after we went to the MONEY FACTORY. Yes, I did make my husband and kyle go with me on a tour that usually reserved for school children between the ages of 4-8. WHATEVER! The federal reserve money printing factory was awesome and we learned some very interesting facts! There are no pictures of the inside because THATS ILLEGAL, YA'LL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TAWU7e6VfGc/TmTrSImtt8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/bOvGPMApiqY/s1600/IMG_1480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TAWU7e6VfGc/TmTrSImtt8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/bOvGPMApiqY/s320/IMG_1480.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However, it is not illegal to take a pic at the cattle drive. Yay long horns! Kyle isn't sure if she should be scared of their massive horns or excited that they are cows! Which she loves! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O3dhsYBGaMs/TmTrUt3HpcI/AAAAAAAAAd8/DmcYsTBzwKw/s1600/IMG_1483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O3dhsYBGaMs/TmTrUt3HpcI/AAAAAAAAAd8/DmcYsTBzwKw/s320/IMG_1483.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here we all are, with the cows! Yaaaaaay cows! (I actually prefer my cows dead. . . on a bun. . . with cheese on top.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yt3LrwKWptY/TmTrX4jYA8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/P7mBpc05HPs/s1600/IMG_1487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yt3LrwKWptY/TmTrX4jYA8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/P7mBpc05HPs/s320/IMG_1487.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See, we didn't even point this out! Kyle was so excited about N.Ryan that she took this all on her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2WXYjoaxBA/TmTrZlrV9sI/AAAAAAAAAeE/p-_CkwbmRvU/s1600/IMG_1500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2WXYjoaxBA/TmTrZlrV9sI/AAAAAAAAAeE/p-_CkwbmRvU/s320/IMG_1500.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this "museum" to end our day in Ft. Worth. We were the only ones there and we learned little to nothing, but once again, it was FREE! (Did you know pretty much all museums are closed on Monday? It was a total bummer. So we went to the lame, still open on Mondays, ones). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DnHQN1JWvz0/TmTrbHTE3gI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ggtrI5zPkc0/s1600/IMG_1503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DnHQN1JWvz0/TmTrbHTE3gI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ggtrI5zPkc0/s320/IMG_1503.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, we are dry goods!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xka8CM7R81k/TmTrckVdGAI/AAAAAAAAAeM/sGPW5BRe1QA/s1600/IMG_1509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xka8CM7R81k/TmTrckVdGAI/AAAAAAAAAeM/sGPW5BRe1QA/s320/IMG_1509.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is us driving to the Parks mall to escape the heat, find an outfit for me for family pics, and see a movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zv1TNpeHKy0/TmTredsh80I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/aeS_tFI9pos/s1600/IMG_1512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zv1TNpeHKy0/TmTredsh80I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/aeS_tFI9pos/s320/IMG_1512.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this is the last pic of the visit - Kyle's feet and David sitting and waiting for me to be done at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, best weekend we had probably had all year. We love Kyle and are sad she lives all the freaking way in Utah! COME VISIT MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-837722046379372891?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/837722046379372891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=837722046379372891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/837722046379372891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/837722046379372891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/09/kyle-comes-to-lone-star-state.html' title='Kyle comes to the Lone Star State'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gh48ROEivxo/TmTqhem0pVI/AAAAAAAAAb0/IELDzx8eIFc/s72-c/IMG_1241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-591559934252185150</id><published>2011-09-01T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T20:14:19.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about inappropriate Blog Posts</title><content type='html'>and how the reason I don't post a lot is because pretty much everything I want to say in here is totally inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a conversation we just had. . . about . . . well, I can't even say it because its INAPPROPRIATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only the people at church knew what was said in the inter sactum of our home, we would neither have the callings we have now. I AM NOT A GOOD INFLUENCE TO YOUNG TEENAGE GIRLS!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I told them Twilight was Porn. I think I made a couple of the leaders die a little bit. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David just told me he is only SLIGHTLY more worried about sweating when he is riding his bike tomorrow than getting hit by a car because he has no reflectors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, here is a good story. One time, I woke up at 5. It was terrible. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-591559934252185150?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/591559934252185150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=591559934252185150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/591559934252185150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/591559934252185150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-about-inappropriate-blog-posts.html' title='The one about inappropriate Blog Posts'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-5543500559580533358</id><published>2011-08-20T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T15:55:33.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about us being married 3 years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHUvpYkxl3w/TlA5LCmWdEI/AAAAAAAAAac/qBGI4_84_SU/s1600/100_1675.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHUvpYkxl3w/TlA5LCmWdEI/AAAAAAAAAac/qBGI4_84_SU/s320/100_1675.JPG" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, let me start by saying yes, I did lose some weight. Thanks for noticing! I'm still trying to lose more, but that dress is one I wore in high school! (um, no, I didn't have to have David upzip it on the way home from dinner b/c I ate too much and it was maybe a little too tight! whatever makes you think that?) Also, those shoes are SO AWESOME. They are sexy as all get out AND they are comfy! I want to kiss them. Thanks Nordstrom Rack for making all my shoe dreams come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XAQesuBIvdw/TlA5LwQ6l_I/AAAAAAAAAag/SiWXmt1-2Fc/s1600/100_1677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XAQesuBIvdw/TlA5LwQ6l_I/AAAAAAAAAag/SiWXmt1-2Fc/s320/100_1677.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyways, let me tell you all about being married to this man, in this picture here. The one who is wearing a jacket that belonged to a 80 year old cowboy before he claimed it as his own.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbca2o6QWus/TlA5MlEz7jI/AAAAAAAAAak/pPxR4VLq--0/s1600/100_1678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbca2o6QWus/TlA5MlEz7jI/AAAAAAAAAak/pPxR4VLq--0/s320/100_1678.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts up with my obsession for these stupid sunglasses, that I got for $1 in Utah and I wear with inappropriate outfits (meaning the glasses are inappropriate, not the outfits!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-irfUwVOFlyE/TlA5NRyN78I/AAAAAAAAAao/wWasjaQ17SI/s1600/100_1683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-irfUwVOFlyE/TlA5NRyN78I/AAAAAAAAAao/wWasjaQ17SI/s320/100_1683.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smirks in pictures, because he likes to pretend that he is cooler than me and my $1 sunglasses. Whatever dude, yours were just $2.50! Don't try to be a baller! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hxvNB0mR5Ng/TlA5OBxnWjI/AAAAAAAAAas/4Sl3OKTWZDw/s1600/100_1690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hxvNB0mR5Ng/TlA5OBxnWjI/AAAAAAAAAas/4Sl3OKTWZDw/s320/100_1690.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles with everything he's got. He cracks up when I sing "penguins in pajamas" during "The Circle of Life" (thats totally what it says) and he sings so loud he might have burst my eardrums last time "A Whole New World" came on the shuffle on my iPod.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ju_tHrgROPE/TlA5O8z1K9I/AAAAAAAAAaw/-P7bF_4rL3I/s1600/100_1693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ju_tHrgROPE/TlA5O8z1K9I/AAAAAAAAAaw/-P7bF_4rL3I/s320/100_1693.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts up with being a total narcissist and looking into the mirror at my shiny hair for MINUTES on end.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HxiKvTINTrk/TlA5PbWse8I/AAAAAAAAAa0/k9W9IwHuxec/s1600/100_1700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HxiKvTINTrk/TlA5PbWse8I/AAAAAAAAAa0/k9W9IwHuxec/s320/100_1700.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he doesn't hate on the fact that between two pictures, I look like I gain 20 pounds (um, its because I did. The food at the Crescent Club was redic, man.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I just want to say that I love my Husband! I love that he puts up with me and has done it well for 3 whole years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-5543500559580533358?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5543500559580533358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=5543500559580533358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/5543500559580533358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/5543500559580533358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-about-us-being-married-3-years.html' title='The one about us being married 3 years.'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHUvpYkxl3w/TlA5LCmWdEI/AAAAAAAAAac/qBGI4_84_SU/s72-c/100_1675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-766779297516047201</id><published>2011-08-01T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T19:40:25.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative Nancy</title><content type='html'>So, I always think that on my blog I probably shouldn't vent about the negative stuff going on. At least, I've been trying to do so less as of late. David and I were talking in the car today about how much July SUCKED and I mentioned it was why I hadn't blogged in forever- because I would probably only be really negative. Well, he gave me permission, so here I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, on the 4th of July, a police officer gave us misinformation about where the fireworks in Las Colinas were being set off, which resulted in us getting lost and taking a really long walk with 6 of our friends and sitting really far away from the fireworks. I was FUMING mad. We had fun with the friends, but I am obsessed with fireworks and it was really disappointing to not be able to see them up close and personal. Stupid police officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was hellicous last week. The other girl in my dept was on (a very well deserved) vacay and I was up to my ears in work. I was&amp;nbsp;overwhelmed&amp;nbsp;and just felt like I was drowning a lil bit. Today was like a breath of fresh air - we went from having 180 emails when I got there to about 25 when I left today. Probably about 100 of those were left over from last week because I had no time to do them/do the research to get them finished. I am going to be SO GLAD when they hire the third person in our dept so that we can finally all have actual duties that are ours and that we don't have to be stressed and work thru lunches. I do like my job, tho. So thats a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cakes - I have really been doing cupcakes out the wazoo - which is great! I love the money (cupcakes have a huge profit margin! Seriously, Sprinkles and the likes (cupcake-iries) are making SO MUCH money when they charge $4 a cupcake it makes my head swim.) But at the same time, cupcakes are zero percent challenging for me and its frustrating to want to do cakes, and keep getting asked to do freaking cupcakes. UGH CUPCAKESSS!! I've made over 20 dozen in the past 3 weeks. VOMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car- David's car need some serious work on it - work we can't afford and won't do because the car isn't worth that much to begin with. So now we are stressed about it breaking down before we are ready for it to. At least we didn't spend a ton of money on it - but its annoying that we sold Betty White b/c it had transmission problems only to get ANOTHER car with transmission problems. We spent 500 bucks for them to tell us it needs 2500 worth of work - which ain't gonna happen. We are just hoping that if he doesn't drive it TOO much, it will last another year. In the fall, he will be taking the train mostly everywhere, and we have decided that when he works, he will just drop me off, then go to work, then pick me up so he doesn't have to drive his car. Its all just a huge bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the Fall, the Dean of David's nursing program is insane. Basically, this is what happened: A girl's cellphone went off during their orientation and the Dean decided it would be a good idea to punish the entire class of students by not telling them any information about anything - not when their orientations are for their hospital&amp;nbsp;clinicals&amp;nbsp;not when their classes conflict with said&amp;nbsp;clinicals, not anything about anything. So pretty much David has no idea what is really going on in 3 weeks when he starts school. AWESOME. Thanks Dean Crazylady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David has been having a rough time at work too - they still haven't hired someone to replace him during the week and they aren't being firm about giving him the setup job (he would clean and move the&amp;nbsp;equipment&amp;nbsp;in the gyms every other week - which would be the IDEAL job for when he is in school) &amp;nbsp;and he is just slightly frustrated at the way everything is being&amp;nbsp;handled&amp;nbsp;at the moment. He's just stressed that he is going to feel obligated to work even after his quit date b/c they won't have anyone else. I told him to tell them to suck it. Boyfriend has to do good in his classes this fall and he doesn't need to be working 3 days a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, family stuff has been stressing us out - my Mom is having 2&amp;nbsp;surgery's&amp;nbsp;in the next month and my brother has something wrong with his bloodwork that is&amp;nbsp;concerning&amp;nbsp;(like three times the normal amount. maybe his&amp;nbsp;cholesterol? I don't remember. Something thats badnewsbears and the doctors did the bloodwork twice b/c they thought it had to be wrong b/c it was so high). And David's family is coming in a couple of weeks and we are taking family&amp;nbsp;pictures&amp;nbsp;which is stressful b/c its trying to get 16 people to look nice at one time in one place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, stuff like money and church callings are also stressful and not having enough time to sleep is also an issue. Neither of us can remember what its like to not feel exhausted. The good news is our friend Kylee is coming to visit this weekend and we are going to do all kinds of fun stuff! Rangers game, roadtrip to Austin, TALLY HALL concert, BBQ, Burgers, Mexican food, JFK, Books and Ft. Worth lovin. I'm taking next Monday off work (which also happens to be our 3 year anniversary!) and I vote that August be a good month just as much as July was a sucky one. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-766779297516047201?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/766779297516047201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=766779297516047201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/766779297516047201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/766779297516047201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/08/negative-nancy.html' title='Negative Nancy'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-8976970937962889431</id><published>2011-07-17T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T14:54:27.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What? Update?</title><content type='html'>We are super extra boring these days. SUPER EXTRA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been cake-ing my face off this weekend, 3 in total. Check them out at &lt;a href="http://sabcakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;sabcakes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is really funny because he gets mad that I won't clean the house. Silly husband, cleaning is for YOU to do. It doesn't matter that I am the one who made the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We skipped church today to deliver a cake. Playing&amp;nbsp;hooky&amp;nbsp;is fun every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting paid is great, having it all spent before you get the check is not. I am excited for when we have money for things like travel and furniture and lots of&amp;nbsp;unnecessary&amp;nbsp;shoes. This will happen in approx 1.5 years, for approx 1.5 years, when David starts working as a nurse and I still have my job before we have kids and he goes to grad school. Once we have kids, we all know that I will spend all cash on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad &amp;amp; Me tried out for the Amazing Race on Friday. If we get called back, I'll let ya know. That would be realllll fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working is overrated, but its kindof fun to see HOW MUCH work you can get done in one day. As in, Tuesday I worked a 12 hour day because I was trying to make up for the hours I would be missing on Friday (when we went and tried out). It was exhausting, but fun to work hard. I am such a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to go. David has started throwing things at me that I haven't put away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-8976970937962889431?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8976970937962889431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=8976970937962889431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8976970937962889431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8976970937962889431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-update.html' title='What? Update?'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-5239772981946740692</id><published>2011-07-03T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T20:50:27.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love</title><content type='html'>Fireworks&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;Babies&lt;br /&gt;Black heels&lt;br /&gt;Snuggling&lt;br /&gt;Hold hands&lt;br /&gt;Baths&lt;br /&gt;Wearing long dresses&lt;br /&gt;Being naked&lt;br /&gt;Creme Brulee&lt;br /&gt;Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Bacon&lt;br /&gt;Singing Hymns&lt;br /&gt;Day dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-5239772981946740692?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5239772981946740692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=5239772981946740692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/5239772981946740692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/5239772981946740692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-love.html' title='I love'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-8823270978662284679</id><published>2011-06-28T11:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:35:33.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>Q – Why the match-up between Molly and Bellatrix [in the final battle]? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKR’s A – Molly is a very powerful witch. Anyone that could raise Fred and George must be powerful. But sometimes that fact gets lost because her skills — like magical cooking, which is much harder than it looks, as I tried to show in the tent scenes — don’t draw much attention. But I wanted to make the point that just because a woman dedicates her life to her family, doesn’t mean she’s not highly skilled and talented and powerful. And I liked the idea [o]f paring Bellatrix’s obsessive, disturbing love for Voldemort with Molly’s maternal love. The theme of maternal love, and how being loved gives you power, was important to me throughout the books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-8823270978662284679?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8823270978662284679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=8823270978662284679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8823270978662284679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8823270978662284679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-love-harry-potter.html' title='I Love Harry Potter'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-4990119815061297981</id><published>2011-06-26T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T07:28:40.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends are for... being tired.</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday I held the last of 2 garage sales for TwinMom's stuff that I organized right out of her house. Grand total that I made (the deal was I made half of whatever I made)? $350 and 2 bikes! I'm mostly excited about the 2 bikes part! We paid $50 for them, but really $100, since we didn't make any money off of them and we would have made half if we had sold them. They are super nice bikes and the one that will be mine needs a LITTLE bit of work, but David is going to take care of it and then we are going to ride some bikes! Its gonna be awesome. I also made some cash from selling my bro's girlfriend's furniture, but thats going directly towards a garage door opener for my garage door so I don't have to get in and out of the car so much and so the garage door can be locked instead of unlocked so I can open it! PLUS we are getting one of those keypad entry things which will be great! Yay for not getting locked out of the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and I really want him to stop working on Saturday Mornings b/c I miss him too much. Soon, soon it will hopefully happen. He will for sure have it off in the fall, when he quits totally for school to start, but he's talked to his boss about finding a replacement now. I just want him to be home to help me work in the yard and clean the house and go to the Farmer's Market! Plus, he will still be doing Birthday Parties on Saturday afternoon/evening so I really do need Saturday Morning to spend with my one true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm David is ALMOST done with school for the Summer. 10 more days and he'll be DONE DONE DONE. Which means our house will be clean clean clean b/c he'll have time time time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is going well. I like it and I think I'll be pretty good at it, if only I can learn everything! There is just so much to learn! And I'm starting to get a hang of a couple of my responsibilities but its gonna be a while before I learn ALL of them. But yeah. I'm having fun and its all good in the hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundays have turned into our Veg days. We will do nothing pretty much all day other than go to church. Thats the way I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please everyone: In 10 days when David is done with school: lets hang out!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-4990119815061297981?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4990119815061297981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=4990119815061297981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4990119815061297981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4990119815061297981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekends-are-for-being-tired.html' title='Weekends are for... being tired.'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-8734096349313318033</id><published>2011-06-18T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:51:16.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been One Week.....</title><content type='html'>.....Since I have&amp;nbsp;officially&amp;nbsp;been unemployed (they paid me for the entire week last week, even tho I only worked three days.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT GUESS WHAT?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's as long as its gonna be! I start my new job on Monday!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a typical office-type job, 8-5 (or 8:30 to 5:30, I have to work that out on Monday), in a cubicle putting info into a computer, emailing people, and printing checks. Its an AP job (I THINK that stands for Accounts Payable, correct me if I'm wrong). The company manages HOA's so I will be dealing with people like landscapers,&amp;nbsp;utility&amp;nbsp;companies and the likes to make sure everything is paid on time and for the right amounts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend from Freshman Year at BYU actually got me the interview - its her old job (she got promoted) and I'm really excited to start! Mostly I'm excited b/c I'll actually be making as much as the Nanny Job I got fired from but for 10 less hours a week. I mean, its not like the best paying job in the entire universe, but its also not bad for me NOT having a degree and having NO&amp;nbsp;experience. To put into perspective how much money I will be making in comparison to my FIRST Nanny Job, I am working 75% of what I was there for 120% of the weekly pay. :-) Per hour (we are talking the first 40 hours, not the overtime pay I got for hours 41+ as a Nanny, which is diff than my weekly pay averaged into the hours I worked), its a 82% raise. Basically, Nannies get paid nothing, even when they are paid okay!! RAWR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lets just say that despite the fact that this will probably be a really boring job, it will be welcomed after all the crazy of the nanny mom's I've had to deal with. It will just be nice to not be entangled in family drama and family dynamics and not basically live in someone's house and raise their child more waking hours than them. I know office drama is rampant, but guess what? I don't have to deal with it like I had to deal with crap as a Nanny because hi, I work, I leave ON TIME if I do all my work (I don't have to wait for someone to get home to care for a child!) I get paid well, and I don't have to deal with people being jealous of me for doing my job. That they hired me to do. That they could be doing themselves if they downsized their lifestyle. So they have no right to be jeal b/c its their CHOICE to work and have me as their Nanny. Yeah. I said it. Get over it. Its the truth. I sometimes wonder if any of my old bosses read my blog. . . and if they do... HI! You are all insane. :-) But I can like crazy people a heck of a lot more when I am not working for them so it means nothing about the way I feel about you or your kids! I like you all! I just can't work with the cray cray anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHEM. Anyways, I start Monday. And I am excited! I feel like a real-live-ADULT since I will be working in an OFFICE. Also, saying you work in an AP department for a company in Dallas sounds about a million times more legit than saying I am a Nanny. WHATUP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also: I had a garage sale this weekend. I smelled so bad afterward I almost died when I lifted my arm when I was getting into the shower. HELLO SUMMER IN TEXAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-8734096349313318033?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8734096349313318033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=8734096349313318033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8734096349313318033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8734096349313318033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-been-one-week.html' title='It&apos;s been One Week.....'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-8685259310867089464</id><published>2011-06-16T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T07:48:47.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"She's only gotten more lovely with age," says Henry, 81, of his wife Edith. "Neither one of us have the bodies we used to, but I love each wrinkle and stretch mark. They're a testament to the life we've shared together. I didn't fall in love with her because she looked like Ava Gardner (which she did); I fell in love with her because she was the sweetest girl in the world, and that hasn’t changed in over 50 years of marriage."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;So excited that someday I'll have been married to David for 50 years!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-8685259310867089464?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8685259310867089464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=8685259310867089464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8685259310867089464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8685259310867089464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/awesome-quote.html' title='Awesome Quote'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-1567812565302110652</id><published>2011-06-11T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T18:12:23.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cakkkkkes</title><content type='html'>sabcakes.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I love making cakes. So much. So have me make one for you! I can't make them unless people pay me to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOO I am yet again unemployed. I am looking for a job. I figure if I have the job by July, I'll be in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends! Lets play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: David is sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-1567812565302110652?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1567812565302110652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=1567812565302110652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/1567812565302110652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/1567812565302110652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/cakkkkkes.html' title='Cakkkkkes'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-4792634957415855146</id><published>2011-06-09T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T06:45:10.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JK</title><content type='html'>I got fired.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, they thought I had too strong of a personality. Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David said its because I'm just too awesome for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say my life sucks. Remember how we were going to be rich? Well, at least not poor? No longer. We are going to live with my parents forever and never be able to pay rent or pay off our cars or anything. And I am going to start eating icecream every day and get fat. And I'll never find another job. And David will fail all his nursing classes b/c he has to work b/c his wife sucks at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAHHHHH. Pity party on Aisle 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-4792634957415855146?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4792634957415855146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=4792634957415855146' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4792634957415855146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4792634957415855146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/jk.html' title='JK'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-2020834997138370993</id><published>2011-06-07T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T07:27:07.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm at work?!</title><content type='html'>And the laundry is the machine.&lt;br /&gt;The dishwasher is unloaded. &lt;br /&gt;The beds are made.&lt;br /&gt;The house is picked up.&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;nbsp; (3 1/2 year old) is at camp&lt;br /&gt;and D (13 month old) is taking a nap. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I have nothing to do until he wakes up! I'm sure next week I will start organizing stuff, but I don't even know where stuff goes enough to do it now! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really anxious all last week and this weekend about starting. I mean, this job is WAY more intense than my last one - 2 kids, a bit more around the house stuff, more activites scheduled, but overall - thusfar - I am holding my own. I am running around a lot - and their house is two stories - and when both the kids are home and awake (about&amp;nbsp;4 hours a day-ish, on my long days) its insanity as far as making sure no one gets hurt or eats something off the floor - but I like it! I think this is more realistic of what it will be like when I have kids. I mean, my last job was realisitc about what it will be like to be a new mom of just one baby, but this job is turning out to be fun. Once again, this is two days in and after 2 months I could totally be ready to throw in the towel! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also reallly excited that I get off at 4 two days a week! It gives me time for the bank and oil changes and making good dinners twice a week (more than rice, veg, meat- done) all the stuff I could never do with getting off at 6 every night before! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND that not only was Dr.Mom on TIME yesterday, she was EARLY! And when she got home, she told me I could leave!!!! THIS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE at my other job. Its a huge blessing b/c it was my number one pet peeve before, and here it won't be. YAAAAYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANND I have time to myself. That was really what I was the most scared about, lets be honest. I was scared that I was literally going to be working for 11 hours - no time to sit, no time to eat, no time to breathe - but its not true! I have time to do all three! Naps are the best. thing. ever. Right now I even feel bad that I'm not doing something but I literally have everything done! And I checked all my online stuff and now I think I'm going to go make sure the puzzles are all organized or something. I dunno. I just am feeling okay. And I am feeling like I can do this. And I'm feeling like the world is happy and bright! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a good first week of SUMMER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-2020834997138370993?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2020834997138370993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=2020834997138370993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2020834997138370993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2020834997138370993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-at-work.html' title='I&apos;m at work?!'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-1224921427610169376</id><published>2011-06-04T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T21:31:46.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Things</title><content type='html'>- Taking a bath when your legs are already shaved. Is there any better feeling than that, other than sliding into freshly laundered sheets with freshly shaved legs? I submit there is not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have my fondant time (meaning making, coloring and putting it on the cake) for a two tier cake to under an hour. This, of course, doesn't include extra detail work, but its pretty dang good, at least for me, who is a perfectionist in the worst way when it comes to my cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We got a Sam's Club card today! David's long lived 18th birthday present Costco Card is being cancelled at the end of next month, so the parentals let us add onto their Sam's membership. While they didn't have Tillamook cheddar baby loaves, which is the item we most get at Costco, they did have a Tillamook colby jack baby loaf, so its all good in the hood. We spent way too much money, but we now have real groceries! (we've been living off 5 minute trips to the store to "grab something for dinner" a couple times a week for like a month). Sadly, Sam's does not have David beloved Fruit Leather, so we shall be bribing friends to procure it for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My new job starts Monday! Trying to get pumped about it. Its gonna be hard to wake up at 6 everyday - haven't done that early since Seminary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the next 3 months our intrest-bearing debt will all be paid off (how many times have I said that before? a million? this time its true, swear) and we are buying a new computer AND a new mattress. Once I get a dishwasher, my life will be complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- David is done with his History class! Just English and Stats left and then he has the end of July and most of August to relax before school starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Someday, my blog won't be boring. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-1224921427610169376?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1224921427610169376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=1224921427610169376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/1224921427610169376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/1224921427610169376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/awesome-things.html' title='Awesome Things'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-5965938506963849703</id><published>2011-06-03T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T09:36:37.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD NIGHT</title><content type='html'>Last night was the worst nights sleep I think&amp;nbsp;either&amp;nbsp;of us had ever had.&lt;br /&gt;It started with us going to bed around 11- about an hour after our bedtime - because we went out to dinner with my bro bro for his bday. So, we go to bed, and then&amp;nbsp;probably&amp;nbsp;around 1:30 or 2 David has a really terrible bad dream about a&amp;nbsp;possessed&amp;nbsp;Satan child. So he wakes up terrified and snuggles me, waking me up, because he's freaking out. I am in no mood to be woken up so I kindof push him off me and roll over and fall back into a light sleep. Probably an hour later, the&amp;nbsp;hysteria&amp;nbsp;starts. You have to remember that David is freaked out by his demon dream and is JUST starting to calm down. When all of a sudden, I sit straight up in bed and start screaming&amp;nbsp;incoherently.&lt;br /&gt;A cockroach had just dropped onto my head.&lt;br /&gt;You know that moment of sleep when something happens to your body and you aren't sure if its in your dream or in real life but your body is like, freaking out to make sure you know that no, this is real, wake the crap up! Well, that moment was&amp;nbsp;terrifying&amp;nbsp;for me, and even more terrifying for David, who now thinks that I am possessed and starts screaming as well. So he gets a hold of me, and I am screaming, and he is screaming and we are both screaming at eachother and I am trying to get the HECK off the bed, where I know there is a creepy crawly thing and David like, thinks I am going to kill him or something, and when he can finally form words, he starts yelling "What? What? What? What?" and that like, snapped me back and I was like "Something dropped onto my head! It was on my head!" and he thought I was still crazy possessed until we both get out of bed enough to find the offending bug snuggled up in our sheets. And we are both like, trembling from fear and he tells me to go get a papertowel so I do and he kills the bug. That dropped on my head. At three in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;We both were like, freaking out. Like, David went and flushed the bug and came back into the bedroom and gave me a hug and we were both just&amp;nbsp;trembling.&lt;br /&gt;And then we watched an episode of&amp;nbsp;Phineas&amp;nbsp;and Ferb to stop our freak out. We didn't get back to sleep till around 4.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, thats to story of the worst night of all time.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-5965938506963849703?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5965938506963849703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=5965938506963849703' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/5965938506963849703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/5965938506963849703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/bad-night.html' title='BAD NIGHT'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-238676819548069057</id><published>2011-06-01T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T07:30:44.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot &amp; Sweaty</title><content type='html'>Our days of true to life rent free living are over. My mother has decided that we each have to work 2 hours a week in the yard, in addition to our paying half the utilities starting in June, which is today. It was a good 17 months, but we are feeling good about actually contributing rather than being lazy bums who mooch off our parentals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Mom has also decided that we don't get to steal food out of their fridge anymore&amp;nbsp;either&amp;nbsp;- which means that we went to bed Monday with no dinner b/c I was too lazy to make anything. :-( I'm a terrible wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, for our two hours, we stripped all the little new-growth leaves and branches off the trees. There is still more to do, but David gets to do it next week since I start work on Monday! WEEEEE!! I am, of course, going to help in the yard, but since I leave for work at 6:30, I can't really do it before I go and by the time I get back its hot as all get out, so the brunt of it is going to fall to my lovely husband for at least the next few weeks while I get acclimated to waking up at 6 or earlier. Such a good Husband I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I finish this blog post, we are going to eat breakfast, finish our deep clean of the house and finish taping everything. Then I have to go for a half-day of on the job training with the kids current Nanny! I am going to finish painting tomorrow when its David's long day at work and I am home all alone all night. Party! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to start working - not just for the cash monies - which will be nice - but for the something to do during the day. I have gotten preeeety lazy on my days off and its driving me (and David) crazzzyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Kyle is coming to visit at the end of July and we are So! Excited! We are going to show her everything D/FW has to offer - such as the Rodeo and maybe a baseball game and all the JFK stuff and maybe have dessert in the Ball and drive by the Cowboys&amp;nbsp;stadium&amp;nbsp;and Six Flags (there is NO WAY I could be paid enough money to go there in July, Sorry Kyle) and go swimming! Its going to be an intensely packed weekend and we want to send her away far more tired than she came! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love David even when he yells at me to get off the&amp;nbsp;computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-238676819548069057?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/238676819548069057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=238676819548069057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/238676819548069057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/238676819548069057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/hot-sweaty.html' title='Hot &amp; Sweaty'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-6793086674010165432</id><published>2011-05-27T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T08:51:21.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooooh boy</title><content type='html'>So, I have little to no motivation to finish all the stuff on my todo list. Which means the kitchen is STILL needing the rest of the paint done (behind and above the fridge, and the backsplash, which I wasn't going to paint but then we decided I should) and the bathroom is half-taped waiting for the other half for me to start painting. Ooops. I also need to float and mud the walls before my Dad can come in and do texture. . . and then I have to paint some more. Its just all such a pain. Why did I want to do this again? Blerg. I have to finish (base coat&amp;nbsp;painting&amp;nbsp;and mudding) by the 4th. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to the Drive-In movies tonight. Should be fun. I am going to go to Walmart today to get those new OFF mosquito things that you wear and then I'm also putting on&amp;nbsp;repellent&amp;nbsp;b/c I get eaten alive always. And I'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start my new job on the 6th. I am going this Sunday Morning to hang out with Dr.Mom so she can show me around the places they go and I can hang with the kids some, then next week I am doing 2 half days with their current Nanny to get to know the routine and stuff. Then full-time on the 6th. Shabang. I'm excited, but not excited. Being unemployed is awesome. I told David he needs to hurry the crap up and get a real job so I can at least be less-employed! :-) I'm not allowed to be REALLY unemployed until I am pregnant/have had a child. Sad, right? But, its in the marriage contract so I can't change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog posts are getting really boring. I'm sorry guys. I just need to like, take pictures more often. But really, our life is just kindof boring. And I love it that way. I love that we are in bed early and that we watch an episode of stupid TV before bed (not IN bed. No TV in the bedroom, as per the marriage contract). I love that we are doing the dishes every night. I love that we are trying to keep our house clean. I love that we just don't go out b/c we are trying to save money. I love it. Because its real and its us and its wonderful. We hang out with eachother every night, and just eachother, because we LIKE eachother. I think thats a great thing. I think its something that a lot of couple are missing and something I have taken for granted. I love my husband, he loves me, and even when we are doing really boring things, we are still in love. And when we get to the part of our life where we will be doing really exciting things, we will love eachother then too. But for now, this is us, its great, and I wouldn't trade our childless, boring&amp;nbsp;existence&amp;nbsp;for anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-6793086674010165432?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6793086674010165432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=6793086674010165432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6793086674010165432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6793086674010165432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/oooooh-boy.html' title='Oooooh boy'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-8661643755304241525</id><published>2011-05-21T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T13:35:49.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlines explained</title><content type='html'>A New Job For Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;I got a job you guys! I interviewd for it a couple of weeks ago, and they checked my refrences and I found out for sure yesterday! Its about 3 less hours a week than my old job, and I get paid a lot (to me) more. It starts at 7, but I get off at 4 on Tues/Thrus! Its gonna be awesome - its for two boys - M &amp;amp; D. M is 4 and D is 1. . I think. If I am remembering right (I've only met this once thusly). The parents are both doctors! So they work crazy long hours, but they just graduated school last year so thier schedules should calm down in the next year or so. Its right by the Dallas Temple and I'm thinking of maybe being a temple worker on one of my early nights - I'll give it the Summer to see what its like and if I can handle everything. I really wanted a job with less hours - but the early days and all the other perks make up for it. Plus, I'm making MORE than I wanted to make, which means. . . duh duh duh.... MORE SHOES! YAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint - What a difference no flowers on the walls makes!&lt;br /&gt;I am still working on this one - I have made no progress since last posting, b/c I have been babysitting my face off. This weekend (starting Weds) we have been babysitting for some friends who went to Vegas for the weekend. I never want kids. Even tho these are the best kids ever, they are a lot of work. David watched them all alone last night and I went and did a job in Dallas. Then I'm organzing two days next week, and the rest of the week I have to finish my to-do list, which means finishing the base coat in the kitchen (only the backsplash and behind the fridge left!) and the bathroom. So once I finish that, I'll put some pictures up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words With Friends - Not so Friendly in the Allen House&lt;br /&gt;We have been playing this a lot. Its beome a source of awesome, awesome contention. My mother whoops us soundly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Survives First Semester of Nursing School&lt;br /&gt;He did it! And didn't die! And he is already halfway done with one of the 3 classes he is taking this Summer! I have such a smart boyfriend! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry on The Floor - The endless struggle of a husband on the brink&lt;br /&gt;David has threated to divorce me until I learn how to pick up my stuff. I'M WORKING ON IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Secret Life Of the American Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;This show. The Secret Life of the American Teenager- its possibly the worst show on TV. But I love it. So much. Its terrible. And great. And I don't even have to watch it - I just listen to it while I am paiting or cleaning or cooking or baking and enjoy the horror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Bake the WRONG Cake&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to make an Italian Cream Cake. I thought Coconut and went to German Chocolate cake. Why? I'm a retard. Luckily, I realized before I did anything other than bake the chocolate cake - so now I have extra chocolate cake in the freezer! WOOHOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working when unemployed AKA Screwing Over Your ToDo List.&lt;br /&gt;I have been really busy! I really feel like I haven't got much of a break in while I've been not working, but its all good. I have really enjoyed all the differnt little jobs I'm picking up here and there and feel accomplished with all the stuff I've done around the house. I start my new job sometime next NEXT week, after memorial day, so I still have a FEW days to chill. But I'll most likely try to be productive b/c I need to get a move on with finishing my todolist! FORSERIOUS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding the Perfect Nanny Job - What to look for, and when to run&lt;br /&gt;My job is great- the parents work the hours that I am there and they are pretty much giving me whatever I want contract -wise. I knew from the very outset of applying from their profile. There are SO MANY crazy people on nanny websites. &lt;br /&gt;Actual quotes from job postings:&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT ask me about GAS reimbersment- If you don't want to drive to this job then you will not be hired(a vechicle is required for this position). Your pay is HOURLY/ or WEEKLY. not by the MILE. Do you ask for gas money to work at microsft, 7-eleven, or as an apartment manager? NO, you don't. I am not paying for the economy rise in gas prices directly to your wallet&lt;br /&gt;Petite, thin women are not ideal- stature: must be able to lift and/or hold down 110 pounds. be able to deal with extreme emotional defiance....you will be challenged. The money is real, the defiant child is STRONG. Be prepared and have a VERY calm outlook in the face of STRONG adversity. NO yelling(on your part) and be able to emotionally detach yourself to ensure a postive outcome when my very large 12 yr old throws a mighty tantrum. The 9 yr old is emotionally balanced and will help you!&lt;br /&gt;(She wanted to pay less than $5 an hour - basically she wanted to get care for less than YMCA.)&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, yes, I lucked out, but I am also agast and what people think they can pay for someone to take care of their kids - and what working conditions they think people will work in. Its funny to me that people will pay less for someone to watch their kids than they pay for their carpayment each month. Or their cable TV. I mean, Daycare is there for a reason - not everyone can afford a Nanny - because Nannies need to make a LIVING WAGE from ONE FAMILY. . . which means not $5 an hour. There is no way I could live on $5 an hour unless I was working 100 hours a week, which is insane. People just don't get it. The reason daycares are cheaper is b/c each person has like 5-10 kids they are in charge of and yeah. If you want your kids to get Nanny care you have to pay Nanny prices. &lt;br /&gt;I could rant about this forever, but the moral of the story is: Being a Nanny is a job just like any other job. Its hard. Its draining. And when people treat it like its a walk in the park on a sunny day and I should be THANKFUL that I'm ALLOWED to take care of their kids, its makes me want to start punching things. People. I chose this profession because I love kids, but that doesn't mean I will work for nothing. And people who DO take these jobs need a reality check - they are being taken advantage of! Okay. I'm done. I'll write more about this later, I'm sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Schedule - Nonexistant when you stay up too late blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing better with this, actually, since I have to start waking up at 6 every morning for las new job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta jet. A pants-less child just woke up from his nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-8661643755304241525?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8661643755304241525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=8661643755304241525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8661643755304241525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8661643755304241525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/headlines-explained.html' title='Headlines explained'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-242848972746312545</id><published>2011-05-13T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:52:31.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So sorry.</title><content type='html'>Our life is boring.&lt;br /&gt;I hath not job. I hath interviews. I'll let ya know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;I am working part-time organizing and babysitting and cakeing and also fixing up las apartment in my free time. We have been cleaning like crazzzzzzy. Everything is starting to take shape. Next week I'm going to finish painting (I started today, and have 95% of the kitchen done, just have to do the rest of it and the bathroom) the base coat on all the wallpaper before my dad comes in and sprays the texture so we can really paint everything the colors we want. Awesome. Even the white looks better than the wallpaper. We are working around the blues that are in here now, and just&amp;nbsp;painting&amp;nbsp;over all the wallpaper, because it is what is really dated about the house. Eventually we will replace the countertop and flooring and do a backsplash in the kitchen, but we have no cash for that right now. Paint is cheap and has a big impact. Woohoooo!&lt;br /&gt;My to-do list is coming along nicely. We got a new bed set at the Dillard's outlet for 80 bucks for EVERYTHING (duvet cover, shams, quilt/blanket and 2 bedskirts (one to make into a valance for the windows) and a throw pillow!) and I love it with all my soul. Its so pretty! And I feel like an adult&amp;nbsp;finally&amp;nbsp;owning something for our bedroom not from Ikea. We just need to find some new sheets now, but no rush. We have sheets and I want really nice ones so we'll have to save up.&lt;br /&gt;David is working more hours, which is good because guess what? We have no money because I'm not working. PARTY. Haha. Its all good. Last night I like freaked out and woke David up in the middle of the night because I HAVE NO JOB. And I made all the money. But the right job WILL come around and I have some cashflow in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough rambaling. I'mma jet.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-242848972746312545?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/242848972746312545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=242848972746312545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/242848972746312545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/242848972746312545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-sorry.html' title='So sorry.'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-4664990087949819558</id><published>2011-05-10T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T22:31:12.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do List: Revisited</title><content type='html'>So, after being unemployed nigh-unto a week and a half, I have gotten very little, but very a lot done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, for instance, I cleaned my car out. But that meant bringing everything from my car inside. Which means that now the house is full or crap from my car. Oops. And all this after David spent a kabillion hours making the living room nice and neat. I am the worst wife ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I did a bit of Organizing For Pay for TwinMom (if you remember her from last summer). I am getting paid by the hour, then I get 50% of the profit from a garage sale we are going to hold with all the stuff we are decluttering. This means that the garage is now full of clothes and will accumulate still more stuff before it gets any better. Because I am doing it again this Saturday . . . . and this time I am taking on the kitchen and the play room, and you know I'm gonna get a lot of loot out of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has become a game of two steps forward one step back. I am getting stuff done. . . but its going slowly b/c every time I get something done it undoes something I already did. Blerg. I cleaned the kitchen counters HARDCORE today (took everything off and comet-ed them) . . . then made 2 cakes and the counter is now a mess again. Granted, it won't take very long to get it back to its pristine condition in the morning, when I am allowed to do dishes (David is in bed, and the door to our room doesn't close, therefore, no dishes for me at night) but its just annoying that something I JUST cleaned is already so messy. Like the car... messing up the living room... after David had cleaned it. But! Today he cleaned the bathroom and it will hopefully stay pretty clean. Other than my clothes being everywhere. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog now has 30 followers! Hi friends! I am so glad you want to hear about my boring life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headlines in our life (either&amp;nbsp;happening now or coming up in the next week or so):&lt;br /&gt;A New Job For Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;Paint - What a&amp;nbsp;difference&amp;nbsp;no flowers on the walls makes!&lt;br /&gt;Words With Friends - Not so Friendly in the Allen House&lt;br /&gt;David Survives First Semester of Nursing School&lt;br /&gt;Laundry on The Floor - The endless struggle of a husband on the brink&lt;br /&gt;The Secret Life Of the American Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;How to Bake the WRONG Cake&lt;br /&gt;Working when unemployed AKA Screwing Over Your ToDo List.&lt;br /&gt;Finding the Perfect Nanny Job - What to look for, and when to run&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Schedule - Nonexistant when you stay up too late blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Revisited'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-6588431676402811095</id><published>2011-05-02T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:46:51.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While I'm Unemployed:</title><content type='html'>To Do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Finish cleaning out and organizing kitchen cabinets&lt;br /&gt;__Contact paper said kitchen cabinets&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;X Pick out paint colors for kitchen&lt;br /&gt;__Pick out flooring for kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;X Pick out back splash for kitchen&lt;br /&gt;__Build (or buy) and install shelves in closet for pants and stuff&lt;br /&gt;__Change side table for the wonder-furniture that's in the closet now&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;X Buy new pillows for our bedroom (somehow, I destroy the pillows)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;X Buy a new comforter that is lighter-weight for the summer&lt;br /&gt;__Figure out if I want to re-do the layout of the furniture in the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;__Clean all the baseboards&lt;br /&gt;__Clean the fans&lt;br /&gt;__Source fabric for the couch&lt;br /&gt;__Figure out how much it'll cost to recover the couch&lt;br /&gt;__Look for new pillows for the couch&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;X Finish going through ALL the boxes in the attic&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;X Find the duvet cover I want for the bedroom (but probably not buy it... we are pooor)&lt;br /&gt;__Get dry cleaning done&lt;br /&gt;__Do the hand wash stuff&lt;br /&gt;__Container Store for new desk and kitchen (under sink stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;X Go thru hair products and kull those not needed&lt;br /&gt;__Task lighting for desk&lt;br /&gt;__Art (change out)&lt;br /&gt;__New Curtians&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-6588431676402811095?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6588431676402811095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=6588431676402811095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6588431676402811095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6588431676402811095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/while-im-unemployed.html' title='While I&apos;m Unemployed:'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-6326729662743892858</id><published>2011-04-30T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:27:23.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Bald</title><content type='html'>Luckily, David and I have both been blessed with insanely thick heads of hair, but both of our hair has been falling out in mass amounts. David's has been coming out in the shower, and I just brushed my hair and a handful came out. A HANDFUL.&amp;nbsp;And this&amp;nbsp;is the third time today that I've brushed it and that much has come out.&amp;nbsp;This has never happened to me ever. And it sucks. I'm pretty sure its due to stress. . . . that, or me never washing my hair b/c I am a hobo. But I've never washed my hair a lot and its never fallen out before. So I'm going with stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, if you see me in the next couple of weeks and I look like a middle-aged man, you'll know why. Its because my hair is falling out. . . in mass amounts. . . multiple times a day. . . .Just another day in the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-6326729662743892858?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6326729662743892858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=6326729662743892858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6326729662743892858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6326729662743892858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/04/going-bald.html' title='Going Bald'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-4304650023903177794</id><published>2011-04-29T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T12:58:08.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_JExmGOmKgw/TbsXLMcwoqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/K_54KXS2YmA/s1600/IMG_1090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_JExmGOmKgw/TbsXLMcwoqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/K_54KXS2YmA/s320/IMG_1090.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Thanks to Jamie for the picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; So, today is my last day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;EB is napping. My letter to the new nanny with blog and other random tidbits of knowledge is written. The dishes are done. The laundry is folded. The carseat is out the car. All my stuff is out of the house. I have nothing left to do but watch the Royal Wedding coverage and try not to be sad, waiting for my little buddy to wake up and play for one last time before I go home. I am not looking forward to my lonely drive home and my even lonelier night without David there to let me be sad on his shoulder (he is in Utah for a wedding). It sucks when the best thing for a situation is the thing you least want to do, but ya know, its life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I just love this baby and really do feel blessed that I got this much time to love on her! I am looking forward to keeping up with her and see he grow! I am excited for my future as a Nanny and to see what the next family I am with is like!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The End. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-4304650023903177794?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4304650023903177794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=4304650023903177794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4304650023903177794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4304650023903177794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/04/last-day-blues.html' title='Last Day Blues'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_JExmGOmKgw/TbsXLMcwoqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/K_54KXS2YmA/s72-c/IMG_1090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-6820061690493280231</id><published>2011-04-26T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T13:24:03.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUESS WHAT?!!</title><content type='html'>I got some Khaki's today! Capris AND pants! From Old Navy. And I got 20% off. And a free tote-bag which is adorable. And they make my butt look good! And they are Size 8! And I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to wear them to my interview tonight! Its a job I really want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that my use of ! exclamation points! will make me really excited because I am having a really sad day today because I just keep thinking about leaving EB and getting sad. But its whats for the best and I know it and I need to be happy! YAY! And this job really does sound great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deets:&lt;br /&gt;Its closer to my house (by 10 minutes!)&lt;br /&gt;I will have a car to drive whilst I am at work (so I don't have to use my gas! YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;It is 9 less hours a week and more money a week.&lt;br /&gt;I would be done at 5! THAT IS SO EARLY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its 2 girls: A 7 month old and a 3 year old (who has school 3x a week)&lt;br /&gt;The Mom likes making lists. She will add things she has already done to lists to check them off. I like that. A lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it should go well. I just have to figure out what shirt I am going to wear. My only polo got stained and I'm not sure what else is viewed as "nanny-wear". We'll see. I hope I get it, mostly b/c I HATE looking for a job. And because it sounds awesome. And because it would make David stop freaking out about cashmoney. Guys, he freaks out about money a LOT. Even tho we don't even pay rent (we are actually going to start paying rent once I have a job lined up! Yay for contributing more and mooching less!) And our cars are one payment away from being paid off. And he has a job. And we have money saved. He's such a nerd. It makes me laugh that the guy who had $5 in his bank account on a regular basis now freaks out if we don't have two paychecks worth of money in our account at all times. Silly Husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cleaning out and organizing the kitchen cabinets. THIS IS TAKING FOREVER. Like, I started 2 weeks ago. And I'm halfway done. SUCKSVILLE. But I am putting new paper down and its pretty and I'm excited to paint and put up a backsplash and get new flooring and countertops and a dishwasher and eventually a new fridge and having the bestest, most organized kitchen EVER! YAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-6820061690493280231?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6820061690493280231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=6820061690493280231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6820061690493280231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6820061690493280231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/04/guess-what.html' title='GUESS WHAT?!!'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-5151637989434714050</id><published>2011-04-21T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T13:07:32.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Self,</title><content type='html'>Stop not buying the shoes you really like when you find them on the sale rack at Nordstroms. You WILL regret not buying them. You have not bought new shoes in approx 3 years. You can afford a new pair. BUY THEM. You'll feel hot when you wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop stressing about finding another job. You have an interview. You have an agency. You will be FINE. Also, you have money saved for if it takes a while. Just chill. It will all work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start eating right again. You might not be showing higher numbers on the scale, but your body is showing lower numbers in the health department. Being stressed is no reason to eat an entire bag of Cadbury Mini Eggs. Even if they are the best things ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop freaking out about redecorating. Get all your crap sorted out first. Speaking of your crap, be realistic about what you are going to use and what you aren't. Toss the stuff you aren't. . . you don't need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a freaking cake this weekend. You need it, you promised it, and you gotta stop the procrastination. Also, it will make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go buy yourself a pair of Khaki's. Spend more than 20 bucks on them. You have never owned a pair you like and its about dang time to grow up and buy a pair that look good and fit right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-5151637989434714050?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5151637989434714050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=5151637989434714050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/5151637989434714050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/5151637989434714050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-self.html' title='Dear Self,'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-6055441974350724772</id><published>2011-04-18T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T13:22:13.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Official</title><content type='html'>I've been waiting (3 weeks now) to write this until I knew exactly the timeline of what was happening, for fear that something would change and then someone would read something they weren't supposed to and everything would go to crap (this has happened before) but now that its official, I can tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Woao22NfZck/TaybV89_H7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/4LquClvKyNs/s1600/DSCN0530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Woao22NfZck/TaybV89_H7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/4LquClvKyNs/s320/DSCN0530.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day with EB is going to be April 29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MmRJNCcmIv0/Taybem8A2CI/AAAAAAAAAQI/lC7GodMG5Cg/s1600/IMG_2927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MmRJNCcmIv0/Taybem8A2CI/AAAAAAAAAQI/lC7GodMG5Cg/s320/IMG_2927.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sad to be leaving her. Really sad. Anyone who knows me  well knows how much I love this baby. She's pretty much the cutest most  fun baby of all time, but after a situation that couldn't be changed  happened, the decision to leave was made and is best for everyone  involved. It wasn't horrible, it wasn't really anyone's fault, it wasn't something that involved Emma, its just life and it happens and yeah. We live, we learn, and we change jobs when its needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdJmZ43cj8Q/TaybfR-IumI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Y10Xk_OHDpo/s1600/Photo+on+2011-04-18+at+10.01+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdJmZ43cj8Q/TaybfR-IumI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Y10Xk_OHDpo/s320/Photo+on+2011-04-18+at+10.01+%25232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much fun all day, taking pictures and playing with blocks and trying to crawl and eating new foods and reading books. I know all the secrets to her smiles, and she knows how to melt my heart. I feel so blessed to know this special little girl and that I have gotten to be such a big part of her early development and growth.&amp;nbsp; I've seen her go from this little snuggly lump of a 1 month old baby to a loud, stubborn, adorable almost (on Weds!) 9 month old who gives out smiles and snuggles like nobody's business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0OlXldo8JM/Taybf6O1H-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TH0SFQHU6fU/s1600/Photo+on+2011-02-22+at+14.06+%25234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0OlXldo8JM/Taybf6O1H-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TH0SFQHU6fU/s320/Photo+on+2011-02-22+at+14.06+%25234.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that her parents will call me to babysit and that I get  to make the cake for her first b-day. This was such a good learning  experience for me in so many ways, not only in what I want in a job in  this profession, but in ways I want to raise my own baby some day. I  hope to move forward from here with new knowledge and put that knowledge  to good use. I am greatful that this was my first full-time nanny job,  and that it is ending hopefully with no hurt feelings and no resentment,  just a general concensus that this wasn't the best fit and we both  needed to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9miaJYZxoRc/TaybgswPoOI/AAAAAAAAAQU/uqRRbNlkD-4/s1600/Photo+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9miaJYZxoRc/TaybgswPoOI/AAAAAAAAAQU/uqRRbNlkD-4/s320/Photo+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The next two weeks are gonna be rough - I've already almost cried  twice today just thinking about how I won't be the one to get her up  from her naps or rock her before them, or how she won't giggle when I  blow under her chin, but when someone else does.&amp;nbsp; But I am going to make  the most of the time I have left lovin' on this wonderful little girl. I hope her next Nanny loves her as much as I do. . . but with those cheeks,&amp;nbsp; and that uneven smile, how couldn't you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Yi0bGfZY4w/Taybou94THI/AAAAAAAAAQY/gAKrvaupPcA/s1600/Photo+on+2011-04-13+at+13.27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Yi0bGfZY4w/Taybou94THI/AAAAAAAAAQY/gAKrvaupPcA/s320/Photo+on+2011-04-13+at+13.27.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-6055441974350724772?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6055441974350724772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=6055441974350724772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6055441974350724772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6055441974350724772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/04/official.html' title='Official'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Woao22NfZck/TaybV89_H7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/4LquClvKyNs/s72-c/DSCN0530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-2120833442703141229</id><published>2011-04-14T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T07:27:34.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooooo</title><content type='html'>life is getting crazy nuts awesome right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is SO CLOSE to being done with his first semester of nursing school - he finally had his end-of-term review with his professor, and she said he is doing a great job and has the potential to be a phenomenal nurse, which I already knew, but it was nice for him to hear it from someone other than his wife. He got an A on his last exam, and only has his final left to do! He turned in his 60 page paper and guess what you guys? He cleaned the house! This is HUGE because he hasn't cleaned the house in like 2 months b/c he's been so stressed from school! YAAAAY! So he is definitly less stressed and just had to get thru the next 3 weeks and then he is done done done until the Fall! (until he has to take his Summer classes - but those are just history and math and stuff, not nursing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pay off our cars next month! Which is amazing! Yes, both of them! In less than a year! We are really really excited to be done with that so we can get started on paying off David's school loans and then saving for a massive vacation! We never took a honeymoon, so we are going to take a redic 5-year anniversary trip to somewhere awesome - like Southeast Asia or India or Russia. Or maybe South America. All we know is its going to be someplace we've (both) never been and its going to be for at least 10 days. WHATUP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David goes to his friends wedding in Utah the last weekend of this month, so if anyone wants to see him while he is there, lemme know and I'll book him some time to hang out. He is just planning on doing whatever Saturday and Sunday, so really, he has tons of time to play. I wish I could go, but alas, we are poor b/c we are paying everything off! Which is the happiest kind of poor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Jury Duty May 2! My first time ever! Haha. I'm kindof exited to see how fast I get eliminated b/c number 1, I'm Mormon and number 2, I have really strong opinions about stuff. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to get back into reading. I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-2120833442703141229?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2120833442703141229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=2120833442703141229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2120833442703141229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2120833442703141229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/04/sooooooo.html' title='Sooooooo'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-23205513625384462</id><published>2011-04-10T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T18:47:33.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta get back to Hogwarts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IlbfqRpUpvc/TaJbEo1wBfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/B5nNKvOW5qg/s1600/100_1453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IlbfqRpUpvc/TaJbEo1wBfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/B5nNKvOW5qg/s320/100_1453.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We stood in line (this was a common theme here. There were lines for the STORES)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wyty8w_VCIg/TaJbGCKaphI/AAAAAAAAAP4/gBYPGA9h7Fk/s1600/100_1476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wyty8w_VCIg/TaJbGCKaphI/AAAAAAAAAP4/gBYPGA9h7Fk/s320/100_1476.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We looked adorable at the place that SHOULD HAVE BEEN our school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3F7SwxA6OqQ/TaJbIhFbkDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PgtfxYuQZYE/s1600/100_1514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3F7SwxA6OqQ/TaJbIhFbkDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PgtfxYuQZYE/s320/100_1514.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WE DRANK BUTTERBEER! (I am drinking the really good one, the frozen version. Mmm. I want some NOW). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Harry Potter was awesome, but at the same time somewhat dissapointing. It was sick busy and so crowded that it was hard to enjoy the magic. But the magic was there! We got Wands, of which we still have no pictures with, and that was really my favorite part of the day. We read a ton of reviews before we went, so instead of wasting time in the "normal" line for the Harry Potter Ride, which was 2 1/2 hours long!!! We waited 30 minutes in the single rider line and David and I still got to ride together! The ride was really really great. We then did a "tour" of the castle so we got to see all the stuff that you get to see while waiting in the normal line. It was pretttty great. The other rides were lame-ish. I mean, Dueling Dragons (or whatever they rebranded it for Harry Potter) is a good roller-coaster, but had nothing on the "Forbidden Journey" (the actual Harry Potter ride in the castle). We went as soon as the park opened (to ride the big ride), and then again at the end of the day (when the lines went down a bit we went and had dinner and rode the other rides). The shops were great! But also croweded. And not as much cool stuff as I was expecting. And also insanely expensive - like 10 bucks for a chocolate frog! INSANE. After being at Disney, it was hard to go to a park so poorly designed for crowds and lines. They should have made the park WAY bigger. In fact, it should have been its own park. I know some people think Harry Potter is a fad, but those people are really really dumb and I hope that someone in England does this right and opens a legit park where they did the filming or something and do it for real. There are so many possibilites: Godric's Hollow, a full-size castle, Diagon Alley (with Gingotts!) and then Hogsmede! They could have each store be an actual store - they only sell robes at the robe store and only sell wands at Ollivanders and sell icecream at Florean Fortescue's, etc etc - and it would number one, make the stores way less croweded and number 2 give you something to do all day! Could you imagine shopping for "wizard supplies" or going into the broom store to look at the newest brooms on the market? Or going into the burrow and seeing all the rooms? Or going to platform 9 3/4 and getting on the Hogwarts Express? Its just sad, like the movies, that nothing will ever do the books justice unless it is made by the fans for the fans, not for money. :-( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, my rant is over. But we had a really good time despite all the dissapointment. The food was awesome and it really did feel like Hogsmede! Yaay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The End. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-23205513625384462?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/23205513625384462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=23205513625384462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/23205513625384462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/23205513625384462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-gotta-get-back-to-hogwarts.html' title='I gotta get back to Hogwarts'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IlbfqRpUpvc/TaJbEo1wBfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/B5nNKvOW5qg/s72-c/100_1453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-6427541335662452988</id><published>2011-04-06T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:20:45.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooooohboy</title><content type='html'>I work a lot.&lt;br /&gt;David is tired and stressed from school.&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a month-long cake hiatus for the survival of our kitchen clean-ness and marriage happy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;I am stressed from lack of cake-age (its my stress relief! Yes, I know that makes me odd)&lt;br /&gt;I am also tired from said workage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next vacation we are just going to sleep the whole time. We are still catching up from going going going at Disney the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kindof want to go private in my blog so I can tell everyone whats going on, for real, no bars held. Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-6427541335662452988?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6427541335662452988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=6427541335662452988' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6427541335662452988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6427541335662452988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/04/oooooohboy.html' title='Oooooohboy'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-7005179252145900790</id><published>2011-03-25T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T22:36:54.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4C2dZXpcZEs/TY17RLeV56I/AAAAAAAAAPc/-x7JdFRmR8E/s1600/100_1431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4C2dZXpcZEs/TY17RLeV56I/AAAAAAAAAPc/-x7JdFRmR8E/s320/100_1431.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We saw.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Vr7mvR47hxM/TY17TfEfA6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/2rpvvxUm7Mw/s1600/100_1439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Vr7mvR47hxM/TY17TfEfA6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/2rpvvxUm7Mw/s320/100_1439.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We conqured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0noSSqSgukE/TY17V6q3Y_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/JrYa5i9CjuQ/s1600/100_1542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0noSSqSgukE/TY17V6q3Y_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/JrYa5i9CjuQ/s320/100_1542.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-7005179252145900790?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7005179252145900790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=7005179252145900790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7005179252145900790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7005179252145900790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/03/disney.html' title='Disney.'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4C2dZXpcZEs/TY17RLeV56I/AAAAAAAAAPc/-x7JdFRmR8E/s72-c/100_1431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-7018017371707210409</id><published>2011-03-24T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T16:01:26.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I don't want to update. But I will. But not about what David wants me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EB gave me a hickey today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DgHx_R87Spg/TYvNPtWsp4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/PZNeQ-VT7_g/s1600/Photo+on+2011-03-24+at+17.59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DgHx_R87Spg/TYvNPtWsp4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/PZNeQ-VT7_g/s320/Photo+on+2011-03-24+at+17.59.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Xkc8jOdK4WU/TYvNBLxtwHI/AAAAAAAAAPU/GPpjeQZ-gNw/s1600/Photo+on+2011-03-24+at+17.59+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not sure if you can see it, but its there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That silly baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The End. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-7018017371707210409?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7018017371707210409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=7018017371707210409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7018017371707210409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7018017371707210409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DgHx_R87Spg/TYvNPtWsp4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/PZNeQ-VT7_g/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-03-24+at+17.59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-8697846114377273695</id><published>2011-03-04T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:32:11.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO TIIIREEEEDDD</title><content type='html'>So last night I played Volleyball for the first time in . . . . 10 years? Probably? And I am so so so so sore. I hurt all over. And I went to bed entirely too late b/c of said volleyball and stupidly getting on the computer then seeing a recently sent email then venting about it to a friend, so today I am feeling it. I was GOING to take a nap but SOME BABY decided to cut her morning nap short and ruin all my plans. UGH! Someone tell this kid that I am the boss, please! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New cake over at &lt;span id="goog_1178567629"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/"&gt;SAB cakes&lt;span id="goog_1178567630"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The SAB now stands for Seriously Awesome Bakery. Yeah, I know, I'm so so so funny/adorable for coming up with that name. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now we are going to go to the Mall for storytime (there is a library branch inside northpark!) and then come back and clean up the house for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a good friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-8697846114377273695?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8697846114377273695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=8697846114377273695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8697846114377273695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8697846114377273695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-tiiireeeeddd.html' title='SO TIIIREEEEDDD'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-5036340307362441985</id><published>2011-02-28T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:00:10.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oy Boy</title><content type='html'>I am going to be good at sleep training my kids, because EB crying pretty much does nothing to me now, esp when its a tired cry like it is RIGHT NOW. She's so exhaused she fell asleep on a blanket whilst doing tummy time earlier (which has NEVER happened before) but now will NOT go to sleep. Poor bebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wedding ring is REAL shiny b/c I finally cleaned it and I love love love it. Its my fav. I just wear my engagement band 90% of the time b/c when you add my wedding band, its just too much bling, plus my hands are kindof chubby and is looks a little redic. So yeah, yay for my pretty pretty ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making 2 cakes this week. Babyshower cake is frosted and in the fridge and ready for fondant, and tonight I will fondant it so tomorrow I just have to add the decorations. I will be baking the birthday pirate ship cake for this weekend today and tomorrow. AWESOME. Get excited. Maybe someday I will do a series of how I frost and fill cakes to make the layers reallll pretty. Someone was looking at my cakes last week and was like "Your layers are so EVEN!" and I was like. . yeah? And apparently its cool so maybe I'll show you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sleepy tired. When EB naps I want to nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-5036340307362441985?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5036340307362441985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=5036340307362441985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/5036340307362441985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/5036340307362441985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/02/oy-boy.html' title='Oy Boy'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-5263017334692903490</id><published>2011-02-22T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T08:22:30.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>David's Birthday, a Smashed Phone and Sleeping at 6pm</title><content type='html'>Hey guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David's birthday was on Friday, and we went to get sushi, which was the worst sushi we ever had, then we went and got gelato and THEN we went home and watched TV till it was time for sleep. I gave him 24 things done 24 times for turning 24. . . stuff like make his lunch, get off the computer, go to bed at the same time as him, make him breakfast, etc. So far he's been doing a good job with using it. We didn't get a single picture of the day because we suck. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I also dropped my phone in the NorthPark parking lot and shattered the screen. Awesome. It still worked, but I took it in yesterday and thank goodness for phone insurance! Its only going to be 35 to fix! WOOHOOO! But its gonna take like 2 weeks and I'm having to use my ghetto old phone. Also, I have no phone numbers. LAME. So text me if I was supposed to get ahold of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, Last night I went to bed at 6pm. I was really tired and had a headache and David needed to study anyways so I needed to not distract him so I just went to sleep. When David came to bed at like 9:30, I got up and ate some chicken and a V8 so I wouldn't wake up hungry, then went back to bed and slept all night long - except for when David stole the covers, which he did every 20 minutes, I swear. Silly husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going well. As per tradition, I didn't make David a birthday cake . . . but there is a totally frosted cake sitting in the fridge that I MEANT to decorate but didn't get to. Maybe for his 25th I'll finally be a good wife and make him a cake. Oops. I am making a baby shower cake for next week, and then a pirate theme cake for soon after, so there will be some more activity on the blog. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a goooooooooood week with the awesome weather we are having!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-5263017334692903490?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5263017334692903490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=5263017334692903490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/5263017334692903490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/5263017334692903490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/02/davids-birthday-smashed-phone-and.html' title='David&apos;s Birthday, a Smashed Phone and Sleeping at 6pm'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-7876174291579157954</id><published>2011-02-14T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T13:43:38.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust, Love and one Smokin' Hot Dude</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday evening I was over at friends house and we were talking about how you should never marry a person unless you want to rip their clothes off.&lt;br /&gt;Because lust is very important in a marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lust my husband. I lust him real good. He is a very attractive man  who has a really cute butt and who I like to kiss without abandon  anytime I dang well please. Sometimes I look over at him in the car when  we are driving somewhere and just get all hot and bothered because he  is just the most gorgeous hunk of man I have ever seen. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  also love my husband. I love him with my entire soul. He is my best  friend and we finish eachothers sentences - actually, we don't even have  to start them most of the time. Our conversations go like this  "remember -" "YES!" "that was - " "i know!". He is pretty much the best  husband ever who puts up with the disaster that is my kitchen every  weekend because he knows I'm doing something I love. His greatest  aspiration in life is to make our life a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is  the hardest worker I know and trys to do well in school every day so  that we can have the future we want. He works hard at work to provide  for us, and then he comes home and cleans and helps cook and does our  laundry. He is just a dreamboat and I am so glad that he is mine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day isn't something we really go all out  and celebrate in our relationship - mostly because our first Valentines  day is marred by the fact that David had just broken up with me and my  heart was smashed into a billion pieces. But today I just wanted to tell  you guys how much I like my husband. He is just a good guy and a hot  man and a smart dude and a wonderful wonderful person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGfnuQh9S8E/TVmhQdzZE6I/AAAAAAAAANs/TUjbqtyeMYQ/s1600/n17822711_33380470_2391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGfnuQh9S8E/TVmhQdzZE6I/AAAAAAAAANs/TUjbqtyeMYQ/s320/n17822711_33380470_2391.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Right before our first Valentines Day at some dance or something. So young. So clueless that someday we would see eachother naked.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YLK5fir3mrw/TVmhRJJHEHI/AAAAAAAAANw/tWE5j8fvCZA/s1600/n17822711_36466695_5299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YLK5fir3mrw/TVmhRJJHEHI/AAAAAAAAANw/tWE5j8fvCZA/s320/n17822711_36466695_5299.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not so clueless on the naked part, but clueless on how hard and rewarding our marriage would be, 2 1/2 years in! (and no recent pictures because. .. we never take pics anymore!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-7876174291579157954?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7876174291579157954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=7876174291579157954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7876174291579157954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7876174291579157954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/02/lust-love-and-one-smokin-hot-dude.html' title='Lust, Love and one Smokin&apos; Hot Dude'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGfnuQh9S8E/TVmhQdzZE6I/AAAAAAAAANs/TUjbqtyeMYQ/s72-c/n17822711_33380470_2391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-4315857041386784043</id><published>2011-02-13T22:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T22:29:42.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preview</title><content type='html'>of what my weekend was spent doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqzmxxrHiUk/TVjLyxDXInI/AAAAAAAAANo/nXG4RYoyGQk/s1600/100_1341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqzmxxrHiUk/TVjLyxDXInI/AAAAAAAAANo/nXG4RYoyGQk/s320/100_1341.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More on that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-4315857041386784043?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4315857041386784043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=4315857041386784043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4315857041386784043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4315857041386784043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/02/preview.html' title='Preview'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqzmxxrHiUk/TVjLyxDXInI/AAAAAAAAANo/nXG4RYoyGQk/s72-c/100_1341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-8917215791848932697</id><published>2011-02-08T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T08:17:14.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Friends,</title><content type='html'>I make pretty cool cakes, and really want to start  making more - but the problem is that I am off of flour and sugar. .  both of which are essential ingredients in cake! So, I need to make some  cakes for friends! I will do it just for the cost of my materials,  which I finally sat down and figured out down to the last cent, and are  as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake&lt;br /&gt;Cake Mix (1)    1.25&lt;br /&gt;Eggs (4)    0.4&lt;br /&gt;Milk (.5 cup)    0.15&lt;br /&gt;Oil (.5 cup)    0.45&lt;br /&gt;Sour Cream (1 cup)    0.75&lt;br /&gt;Pudding (1 package) 1.25&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla    (2 tsp) 0.1&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Cake Total    4.35&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate (6 oz): 1.65&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Cake Total: 6.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttercream Icing (1/2 recipe - enough for 1 box mix)&lt;br /&gt;Butter (1 lbs)    2.5&lt;br /&gt;Pow Sug (1/2 bag)    1.25&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla    (2 tsp) 0.1&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Buttercream Total    3.85&lt;br /&gt;Coco Powder (1/2 cup) .85&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Buttercream Total: 4.70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fondant (enough for 2 boxes, but even for a 1 box, its the minimum I make)&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla    0.1&lt;br /&gt;Pow Sug    2.5&lt;br /&gt;Marshmallows 1.8&lt;br /&gt;Coloring: .20&lt;br /&gt;Fondant Total    4.8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake Rounds:&lt;br /&gt;Every cake: 1.50 for bottom (If larger than 2 tiers, 5.00 because I have to buy a specially made one)&lt;br /&gt;Per Layer: .50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most cakes I do are 2 or 4 box cakes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 large tier (tall 10 inch, or normal 12 in) is 2 box&lt;br /&gt;2 small tier (4 and 6 inch tiers or 6 and 8 (these will be skinny layers) ) is 2 box&lt;br /&gt;2 large tiers (a 8 and 10, or 10 and 12) are 4 box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total for a one-box (one tier) vanilla cake covered in fondant is 15.00. For chocolate its 17.50.&lt;br /&gt;Total for a two-box (one tier) vanilla cake covered in fondant is 23.20. For chocolate its 28.20.&lt;br /&gt;Total for four-box (two tier) vanilla cake covered in fondant is 44.90, For chocolate its 54.90.&lt;br /&gt;For 2 box vanilla, 2 box chocolate (two tier - most popular) its 49.90.&lt;br /&gt;Prices go up from there.&lt;br /&gt;Fillings  (strawberry, chocolate chiffon, fudge, ganache, Italian butter-cream)  are extra (5-10 bucks depending on amount and flavor). Other flavors are  priced differently (pumpkin cake, lemon cake, etc) because its  different ingredients, but everyone LOVES the vanilla and chocolate  cake. Seriously. Its the best cake ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that  that is over, please ask me to make a cake for your next event! I really  am doing them for crazy cheap, considering I am charging you $0 for my  hours of labor that go into each cake! And someday I am going to charge  LOTS of money for my cakes and be rich and famous (hahaha) and then  you'll be able to show people how one time, I made you a cake, and it  was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a note posted on my facebook, but applies to all you friends too! :-) Let me make you a cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-8917215791848932697?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8917215791848932697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=8917215791848932697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8917215791848932697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8917215791848932697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/02/hi-friends.html' title='Hi Friends,'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-1627369233519860232</id><published>2011-02-05T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T14:24:48.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, my kitchen is clean, HOW?</title><content type='html'>You guys, someday I am going to take a picture of what my kitchen looks like after I make a cake. Maybe then people wouldn't be so impressed by my mad skillz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cakes : sabcakes.blogspot.com. And here is a picture for you lazy people who don't want to click over: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TU3M1-BYclI/AAAAAAAAANk/YmBk-AfDjHg/s1600/100_1327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TU3M1-BYclI/AAAAAAAAANk/YmBk-AfDjHg/s320/100_1327.JPG" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it might be my favoite cake yet! But to let you know about how it takes even me a while to get stuff right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I got asked on Monday to make a cake for a wedding shower. I happily said yes - then it iced and snowed and I stayed over at work 2 nights in a row and finally got started on the cake on Friday, after David braved the mean streets of Dallas to go get me supplies. Anyways, I baked the cake yesterday, then frosted and filled them when we got home last night. I was up till 11 doing this&amp;nbsp;. . . no not because it takes me 4 hours to frost and fill a cake, but because I decided to mess with a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;So, I make my own fondant. And its awesome! I make it with marshmellows and it tastes good. But its not as "sturdy" as regular gross fondant, but I found a recipie that was supposed to taste good, but also harden the way normal fondant does. YES! So, after finding the specialty ingredients, I set about making it last night. First off, there was no way this recipie had the correct ratios - even after I kneaded it for 20 minutes (about four times as long as mine takes) it was SO crumbly! And so I added some more liquid (well, corn syrup and a bit more water) and it started to turn into the normal consisetency I was used to. So, I got it to work, and rolled it all out, and then started making the bow for the top of the cake. Oh my gosh. This fondant would NOT fold. It would NOT bend. It would NOT do anything without getting massive cracks in it! Now, this partially could be beacuse its so stinkin cold outside, but my normal fondant from today was just fine. So anyways, I spent probably an hour an a half of (wasted) time on this stupid stupid fondant because I was scared to use mine because I didn't think it would hold up and guess what! It held up just fine! And I didn't even roll it super thick! And now I'm mad at myself for not trying bows sooner, because they are totally adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to whoever got thru that entire paragraph, as I'm sure NONE of you care about fondant even in the least!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah,&amp;nbsp; I like making cakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, cakes are expensive. Just the ingredients and supplies (cake boards and stuff) for this cake was $50 bucks! And it would have been $10 more dollars if I didn't have some leftover strawberry filling around from my cake last week! I never realized how expensive cakes were until I had to give people bills for ingredients (since thats what I charge people now!). I am SO not charging enough for my cakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-1627369233519860232?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1627369233519860232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=1627369233519860232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/1627369233519860232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/1627369233519860232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/02/um-my-kitchen-is-clean-how.html' title='Um, my kitchen is clean, HOW?'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TU3M1-BYclI/AAAAAAAAANk/YmBk-AfDjHg/s72-c/100_1327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-667387226500531938</id><published>2011-01-31T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T12:48:55.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So. . .</title><content type='html'>Not sure how to get out the word about new cakes other than this:&lt;br /&gt;go check out &lt;a href="http://sabcakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;sabcakes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am STILL sick. I actually took a sick day on Tuesday and went to the doctor and got meds - which have helped, but I am all mucous-y and its really really gross. Poor EB is really bad off in that way too. . .poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and I are about the same. I spent this weekend with EB because her parents went to Houston for an 80's party - hence the cake. Everyone said it was great and I had a good time with EB, hanging out and watching movies and rolling over and going to the park! And enjoying the wonderful weather! I am not looking forward to this coldfront that is coming. BOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David started legit school this week. He thinks its going good and I think he needs to hurry up and get done already! We are already talking about what we are going to do when he graduates - maybe go live in a different country or something for a year while we get in grad school apps and crap. Who knows. Life is our playground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to Disney World in a month and a half and we have started the scheduling-of-the-days complete with maps and timelines. I am SO.FREAKING.STOKED. Its gonna be a blast. And don't even get me started on the Harry Potter Theme Park. AJKL:DSUIGOM! SOOO EXCIITTEEEEEEDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, whilst I was at work, the ward young women had a dessert auction and I gave them certificates for two future cakes . . . which they didn't use. Oh well, less work for me.. . . except I really want to make some more cakes, and will do it for my lovely blog-friends for super cheap (as in cost of materials), as long as you give me a little bit of freedom as far as design. Mostly, I just can't make cakes for no reason because I'm not eating sugar or flour (going on 20 days strong!) and David isn't 17 anymore and my parents say they don't need to be eating an entire cake once a week. So yeah, let me know if you want a cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time to like, work or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-667387226500531938?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/667387226500531938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=667387226500531938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/667387226500531938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/667387226500531938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/01/so.html' title='So. . .'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-3727595495703442769</id><published>2011-01-24T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T13:41:45.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>Out of that todo list below, this is what I got done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Costco.&lt;br /&gt;Do 3/4 of the laundry&lt;br /&gt;Clean 1/2 the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, I cleaned the rest of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to go to Target, or Aldi, or go perusing for Just Dance 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus (SARCASM) side: the kindof-sick I've been for a the past 4 days has turned into a snot-induced blur of tea-drinking and laying on the couch watching an Amazing Wedding Cake marathon while EB plays on a blanket, or in her bouncer, all but abandoned by her poor, poor nanny. Actually, right now she is in the middle of taking a steller 2-going-on-3 hour nap induced by her 1) 2 bottom front teeth finally cutting thru after a week of screamy teething last week! and 2) refusal to take her mid-morning nap (which is fine, its time for her to outgrow it). The only down side to the job is the kindof lack of sick-days I get. I mean, I have 5 paid sick-days in my contract, but how I am supposed to call in sick when I know I am their only source of childcare and they have jobs with meetings and trips to different parts of the country and stuff to do? I would just feel bad. So EB gets a stuffed-nose nanny for the day. (If I had a fever and was worried its anything but a sinus infection, I would not come to work, ovbs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-3727595495703442769?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3727595495703442769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=3727595495703442769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/3727595495703442769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/3727595495703442769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/01/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-8176865427577197461</id><published>2011-01-22T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T10:01:41.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Stir Crazy</title><content type='html'>So, it is 11:55 am, and I should be going to the gym to work out.&lt;br /&gt;But. . I am sick. So I'm not going. Blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I am thinking of going to target to get a breadbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays Todo:&lt;br /&gt;Finish Laundry&lt;br /&gt;Finish Cleaning up House&lt;br /&gt;Costco (I &amp;lt;3 Costco)&lt;br /&gt;Target (for aforementioned breadbox)&lt;br /&gt;Aldi (for the rest of the grocries)&lt;br /&gt;GameStop (if David will let me get Just Dance 2 for the Wii!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this to be done before: &lt;br /&gt;Work @ 6 (I am babysitting EB whilst my bosses go out to dinner with friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I better get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: check out &lt;a href="http://sabcakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;sabcakes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-8176865427577197461?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8176865427577197461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=8176865427577197461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8176865427577197461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8176865427577197461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/01/going-stir-crazy.html' title='Going Stir Crazy'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-7807206151058011128</id><published>2011-01-15T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T13:18:05.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TTINHUYQloI/AAAAAAAAALs/gGS-HuGj7lI/s1600/100_1242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TTINHUYQloI/AAAAAAAAALs/gGS-HuGj7lI/s320/100_1242.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Work has been really busy this week. Lots of errands and being out of the house, and not having time for posting on my blog. Woe is me! (up there is a picture of the flowers my boss got me for my one-week work-i-versary, which was like 4 months ago. Yeah, my job is SOOO terrible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, our lives are not very interesting these days. We both go to work, come home, eat food, then crash on the couch watching Bones the fall into bed where David has dreams about Demons because he has been watching too much Buffy the Vampire Slayer while waiting for me to get home from work. David starts school next week, and maybe I'll have him do a weekly re-cap of what he learned. Except you would all be bored to tears by the third word. JUST KIDDING. Have I ever told you how he would talk about his MicroBiology class for an hour if I let him? Sick. I love him, but man, science is some dry stuff. (and maybe I don't understand what he is talking about so its even MORE boring for me, but still).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, lets go back to a time when we were more fun: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TTIMjcZ_v8I/AAAAAAAAALo/iF5GNMgrkXA/s1600/100_1277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TTIMjcZ_v8I/AAAAAAAAALo/iF5GNMgrkXA/s320/100_1277.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TTIMCI6RryI/AAAAAAAAALk/uilGo0xVMIw/s1600/100_1278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TTIMCI6RryI/AAAAAAAAALk/uilGo0xVMIw/s320/100_1278.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is B, our friends son, who came over many months ago to make a THUNDER CAKE when it was storming outside. Can you see the lightning? Its there, man. We want to play with him more, because he is such a cool kid, but alas, we work a lot. But he is the coolest kid ever. He knows the Harry Potter books almost as well as me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am debating going to work out, or finishing cleaning the house, or going to Tuesday Morning and possibly buying new cutlery (if I can find any I like), tupperware, and other assorted things I don't really need, but I really really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to go do whatever I'm going to do, but I loves allll of you (cept the creepers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-7807206151058011128?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7807206151058011128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=7807206151058011128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7807206151058011128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7807206151058011128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/01/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TTINHUYQloI/AAAAAAAAALs/gGS-HuGj7lI/s72-c/100_1242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-8058202254751076117</id><published>2011-01-13T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T16:39:57.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Childrens Names</title><content type='html'>So, we aren't having kids anytime soon, but to excite you all for that happy day in the future, I present to you, our children's names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl &lt;br /&gt;First Name: Addison. We also like Annabelle, but we like Addison more. &lt;br /&gt;Middle Name: TBD. I like Belle, but ovbs is we name her Annabelle that won't work. &lt;br /&gt;Last Name: Allen&lt;br /&gt;Nick Name: Addie (or Anna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy&lt;br /&gt;First Name: Asher&lt;br /&gt;Middle Name: Blackner&lt;br /&gt;Last Name: Allen&lt;br /&gt;Nick Name: Ash, as in Ash from Pokemon. Yepp. What up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy 2 (this if if we have 2 boys. we fully plan of having eaither 2 boys or a boy and a girl, but not 2 girls. just fyi, because we can totally control that kind of thing.)&lt;br /&gt;First Name: George&lt;br /&gt;Middle Name: David&lt;br /&gt;Last Name: Allen&lt;br /&gt;Nick Name: Jorge (THIS IS A JOKE. The biggest fight David and I have ever gotten into is over naming our child George and him calling him Jorge.And at this time I actually have no second name at all that I like for a boy who shall be birthed out my lady parts, so yeah. This is just for David to laugh at when he gets up in the morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, David wants Asher's middle name to be Albus, but thats just TOO much A going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact: I hate names with y's or g's or j's or p's because: THEY GO BELOW THE LINE. Look at my awesome name: Sabrina Noel Blackner Allen. See how all the letters stay neatly above the line? Look at David's not so awesome name: David Philip Allen. See how that P goes under the line? It bugs me, and becuase of that we automatically knock out like half of the names in existance, which is good because it gives us less choices. And I say this because we refuse to spell a name wrong. Like Ashley. It should be spelled with a y, as annoying at is is. Not Ashhleigh. ANNOYING ALERT. That poor child is going to have a terrible life. Good job parents. Lets stop trying to be creative and just spell our children's name the normal, correct way. Making them have a stupidly spelled name is setting them up for FAILURE in future life. Also, don't spell your kids name a normal way, and then pronounce it wrong. This is also a parenting FAIL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard it here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-8058202254751076117?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8058202254751076117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=8058202254751076117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8058202254751076117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8058202254751076117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-childrens-names.html' title='Our Childrens Names'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-60213662775739712</id><published>2011-01-10T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:45:15.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugs. . .</title><content type='html'>THEY ARE AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;I had a terrible headache today. Then I took some tylenol, and now I feel much better!&lt;br /&gt;Also: my bosses had roast yesterday and I got some for lunch today! It was delish!&lt;br /&gt;And we are going over to a friends house for dinner! Score for free food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and worked out this morning. Only 20 minutes on the elliptical/stair-stepper hybrid thing, but 20 minutes is better than nothing, and maybe tomorrow I can make it 30 if I actually get up when my alarm goes off instead of waiting 10 minutes. I think I am going to actually work out more, because I am not going to hold myself to the hour standard. It just won't ever happen because I won't ever get up that early. On Saturdays, I'll do at least an hour, but not on weekdays, esp when we have stuff going on in the evening. Its just too hard to wake up early (5:30 is a LOT earlier than 6), work all day, then go be social at night. Also: being social means I can't go do a group x class at the gym at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. We are trying to wean EB from her swaddle, then her sleep positioner, then her bink. Its going to be a rough month or so. At least we are doing it little by little. Actually, we should just do it all cold turkey, but that would mean a few nights of hell, sleep wise, and I like my bosses well rested and happy! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-60213662775739712?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/60213662775739712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=60213662775739712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/60213662775739712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/60213662775739712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/01/drugs.html' title='Drugs. . .'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-7344990393674557178</id><published>2011-01-06T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T10:35:26.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions:</title><content type='html'>I poop four times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have issues with self control. If there is food in the house, I will eat it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weigh the most I've ever weighed. See previous item. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think I don't ever want kids. I just want to travel the world with my hottie of a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made really good new years resolutions. Which I will tell you about when I do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry at Disney World commericials on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-7344990393674557178?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7344990393674557178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=7344990393674557178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7344990393674557178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7344990393674557178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/01/confessions.html' title='Confessions:'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-2757009919994433360</id><published>2011-01-03T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T07:55:45.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TSHwRO_Zz3I/AAAAAAAAALc/0hbBnh0dgcM/s1600/D%2526S.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TSHwRO_Zz3I/AAAAAAAAALc/0hbBnh0dgcM/s320/D%2526S.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;David looks insanely young and skinny in this picture. My hair looks awesome (1:00pm church = time for me to do my hair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just take a sec to tell you how dang much I love this man? Because I do. He wakes up early to help me do my morning "weigh ins", he thinks I'm pretty even when I'm chubby, and assures me that even if I am ever obese, he will still love me, just not want to have married time with me. Hahaha. He also works super hard at school and work, and puts dinner in the oven so we have something to eat when I get home late. He puts up with me being annoying and gets me stuff I could get myself (ie: we were both sitting on the couch last night, he got up and got me glass of water. he's just nice like that). He also pushes me to be a better version of myself and doesn't put up with my crap if it goes to far. He spends the night at work with me, even when he'd rather be at home and hearing him talk to little EB when he goes in to get her when she wakes up from naps makes my soul smile. Its adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed that I get to spend 2011 with this man, and that alone will make it an awesome year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-2757009919994433360?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2757009919994433360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=2757009919994433360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2757009919994433360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2757009919994433360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/01/presh.html' title='Presh'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TSHwRO_Zz3I/AAAAAAAAALc/0hbBnh0dgcM/s72-c/D%2526S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-4454506169033228256</id><published>2011-01-01T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:47:31.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Year In Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="itemtext"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you do in 2010 that you’d never done before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved across the country together, I became a Nanny, David got into Nursing school and got a 4.0 last semester!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paid off our credit card debt, so one of them was kept!&amp;nbsp; We have one goal for the next year: Fitness. Physical, Financial, and Spiritual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who didn't? I swear this was the year of babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma. I could now see a Thestral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What countries did you visit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good ol USofA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you like to have in 2011 that you lacked in 2010?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy, I dunno. I had lots in 2010. Maybe more patience? Yeah, I pick that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What dates from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EB's birthday! Other than that, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your biggest failure?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping our budget! Its so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a good year as far as that went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, probably David's iPad that he got yesterday! But our cars were a pretty good one too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did most of your money go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Credit-Card Debt! But this year we are hoping to save more and pay off our cars! Woo Hooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing School, for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will always remind you of 2010?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rude Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a) happier or sadder?&lt;/em&gt; Happier Happier Happier! David and me are in SUCH a good place! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b) thinner or fatter?:&lt;/em&gt; Exactly the same. THIS WILL NOT BE THE CASE NEXT YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;c) richer or poorer?:&lt;/em&gt; About the same! (we bought cars, ya'll! but next year way richer!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you wish you’d done more of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had hung out with friends more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you wish you’d done less of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How will you be spending New Years?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping! David and I are going home after work and watching an episode of something then going to bed! YAAAY!|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;How I Met Your Mother or The Big Bang Theory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the best book you read?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter. This will remain my answer forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Hutchinson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you want and get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David getting into Nursing School and awesome jobs we both love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you want and not get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vacay to a cool place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter!!!! Or Tangled. It was really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you do on your birthday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For mine we went to a friends house and had brunch, then watched Harry Potter, Fantastic Mr. Fox and had a really good day.&amp;nbsp;For David's he worked all day. Whomp Whomp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hadn't had to put all our money towards debt, and had been able to travel with that money instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to dress in better clothes - Banana, JCrew, Gap instead of crap. I have been trying to buy clothes that will last and look good in 5 years. Its going well. But I wear a lot of yoga pants and t-shirts to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kept you sane?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Allen and Dr. Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who did you miss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Provo Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EB! I just love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2010:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will work out the way they are supposed to in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was 2010 a good year for you? Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so so good. We moved to Texas, got good jobs and we are just in a really awesome place in our relationship. We were talking two nights ago about how much we just love eachother and feel like we are just SOLID right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your favorite moment of the year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When David called me to tell me he got into Nursing School! I cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where were you when 2010 began?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we were in Irving. . . . Man I have a terrible memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where will you be when 2010 ends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irving, Texas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your favorite month of 2010?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every month has been pretty good! But last month and this month have been really awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many different states / provinces did you travel to in 2010?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we went to and from Utah driving, so Texas, Utah, New Mexico and Arizona. I think thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh, and we went to OK for the 4th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many concerts did you see in 2010?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tally Hall! Wait, that was 2009 I think. So none? Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you drink a lot of alcohol in 2010?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you do a lot of drugs in 2010?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None, unless you count sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the worst lie someone told you in 2010?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and I both tried to lie a lot less this year, so I dunno. Nothing too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much money did you spend in 2010?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much all that we made. And then some (we still owe money on our cars to my parentals.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your proudest moment of 2010?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David getting into nursing school. Seriously, ya'll. Bet thing ever. And when I got offered 3 nanny jobs in one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could go back in time to any moment of 2010 and change something, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. It was a reallly good year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your plans for 2011?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to keep working with my little EB, and take 2 BYU classes to prep for starting their online program. David is going to do Nursing school and work at Gymboree in the meantime. We will keep living here with my parentals, pay off our cars, go to Disney World and hopefully to San Fran over T-Give! YAAAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-4454506169033228256?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4454506169033228256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=4454506169033228256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4454506169033228256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4454506169033228256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-year-in-review.html' title='2010 Year In Review'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-8780097427232842186</id><published>2010-12-22T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T13:59:53.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boy</title><content type='html'>Hi friends, sorry for the lack of update-age. I am tired and have been super busy and David is Ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;David had his nursing orientation on Monday. He will be doing his clinicals at the VA in Dallas next semester, which is great b/c its where he wants to work when he is done (if he can get an ICU position there, if not, then, well, not so much).&amp;nbsp; He also has to figure out some way to get all his TWENTY-FOUR books to class, and he is voting an iPad. I might give in, but only because I am a very nice wifey, and I may or may not have promised him one for his Birthday. Anyways, he is still excited for the program, and to be a Nurse. He is REALLY hoping that he can work out his schedule with school and Gymboree, because he freaking loves it there. We'll see. My bosses said they are going to hire him as the pet nanny. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave for Utah tomorrow. We are driving to NM tomorrow night, St. George Friday (to see my g-rents) and up to Clinton on Saturday, which is where we will spend the remainder of the trip with his fam. We are prob going to make it down to Provo for an afternoon, so if you want a visit, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have baked like A BILLION cookies for my boss in the past 2 days. With a billion more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a huge cake this weekend. It weighed at least 50 pounds. It was freaking massive, and redic. I'll put some pictures on at some point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EB is freaking adorable, and is getting huge. I want her to JUST STAY LITTLE. Oy. Also: mini rant: I don't see why everyone says that me being a Nanny is SOOOOO different from me being a Mom. Because it totally isn't. Except if I were EB's mom I wouldn't have to drive so freaking much every day to and from her house, therefore having more time to look presentable every day. And I just think being a Mom would be awesome and wonderful, and am excited for the day when the time is right for me to rock it. I am totally going to be one of those annoying SAHM's who is like: My children are such a blessing and I am so blessed and blessyed-bless-bless-blessed. And EVERYONE will hate me. I just think I will be pretty good at it, is all. I can do laundry whilst caring for a child and having cookies in the oven and also do blog posts pretty much all at the same time. The point of this whole paragraph is to say: I'm awesome. Kthanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-8780097427232842186?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8780097427232842186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=8780097427232842186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8780097427232842186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8780097427232842186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-boy.html' title='Oh Boy'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-1586288624875400345</id><published>2010-12-14T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:25:51.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't resist!</title><content type='html'>This baby is just my fav.&lt;br /&gt;Also, my hair is blonder these days. I am slowly going at least as blonde as I was at my wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TQeZzz0ct1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/SLtZ-ZE7PgM/s1600/Photo+on+2010-12-14+at+10.17+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TQeZ5E3GHvI/AAAAAAAAALU/aeuf4bKPO6s/s1600/Photo+on+2010-12-14+at+10.16+%25236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TQeZ5E3GHvI/AAAAAAAAALU/aeuf4bKPO6s/s320/Photo+on+2010-12-14+at+10.16+%25236.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TQeZ5E3GHvI/AAAAAAAAALU/aeuf4bKPO6s/s1600/Photo+on+2010-12-14+at+10.16+%25236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TQeZzz0ct1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/SLtZ-ZE7PgM/s1600/Photo+on+2010-12-14+at+10.17+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TQeZzz0ct1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/SLtZ-ZE7PgM/s320/Photo+on+2010-12-14+at+10.17+%25233.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just like kissing those large and in charge cheeks! She is so happy pretty much all day long, unless her tummy hurts. She grunts when she poops and it is the funniest thing ever. She sleeps like a champ and is pretty much the best baby ever!&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I have this job!&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-1586288624875400345?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1586288624875400345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=1586288624875400345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/1586288624875400345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/1586288624875400345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-couldnt-resist.html' title='I couldn&apos;t resist!'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TQeZ5E3GHvI/AAAAAAAAALU/aeuf4bKPO6s/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-12-14+at+10.16+%25236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-8286569332892875284</id><published>2010-12-13T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T10:35:46.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like. . . .</title><content type='html'>I should update this blog with pictures of EB, but she has &lt;a href="http://emmabellesmith.wordpress.com/"&gt;her own blog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the fun stuff we have done lately have been with her. We went and took pictures with Santa on Friday, which she ended up getting a 24 hour stomach bug from (on Sat, so I didn't have to deal with it, but her poor parents!) and it was fun. David and I are still on the fence about what we will do with our kids when it comes to Santa, but yeah. It was pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went to the Ward Christmas Party. I have an entire page of rants about that whole experience, but this is not the time nor place for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cross-stitched a TON this weekend for EB's stocking. . . which will not be done by Christmas. Her mom decided we are going to do a baby's first Christmas stocking for her first Christmas. Creative solution, right? I think it is! I think it will take us till Valentines to finish this one, and as soon as we do, we are going to start the next baby's! (not that she is preg, but its always better to be prepared!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-8286569332892875284?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8286569332892875284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=8286569332892875284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8286569332892875284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8286569332892875284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-feel-like.html' title='I feel like. . . .'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-7887388862196830049</id><published>2010-12-06T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T09:36:58.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Suprise Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;David got a call today from El Centro. The Nursing program had a last minute cancellation for the program starting in January. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This means that 2 years from now, David will be. . . . .&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TP0d16x07mI/AAAAAAAAALM/9fhkjeCWnpo/s1600/medium_mcphee.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TP0d16x07mI/AAAAAAAAALM/9fhkjeCWnpo/s1600/medium_mcphee.com.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are both freaking out and really really excited, because it speeds up every thing else he is going to do school wise by YEARS, because of the timing he will be able to start his BSN and graduate degrees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The best news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the smartest, hardest working husband ever, who got into an awesome nursing program to have an awesome profession that he will love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BEGINNING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-7887388862196830049?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7887388862196830049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=7887388862196830049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7887388862196830049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7887388862196830049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/best-suprise-ever.html' title='Best Suprise Ever'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TP0d16x07mI/AAAAAAAAALM/9fhkjeCWnpo/s72-c/medium_mcphee.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-3288916258763883616</id><published>2010-12-05T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:17:50.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking and Chunking.</title><content type='html'>Today, I cooked. All. Day. Long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay, to be fair, first I woke up at 9:30, watched some Divine Comedy on YouTube (I miss Utah sometimes, sue me.), then went to Walmart to go shopping for my day of cooking and baking (and get my oil changed, but thats not the point). And I finished around 10pm, so it was only like probably 10 hours of cooking once everything was said and done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to save money these days, and for us, the eaisest way to do that is to stop going out to eat some dang much. Its really hard when I get home from work between 6:30 and 7 (depending on traffic) to actually want to cook something for 30 mins to an hour instead of sitting with David and watching How I Met Your Mother. Its so easy to grab something at a drive thru, or "treat" ourselves to Chili's or whatever. Its gotta stop, sooooooooo. . . . &amp;nbsp;today, I cooked like 10 different dinners that are now in the freezer for us to bust out and use instead of going out to eat! I am going to do this again next saturday, then do it at least once a month for the next year. I made: 15 breakfast burritos (good for on the go in the morning! just pull em outta the freezer, microwave for a minute, and there ya go!), 4 breakfast casseroles (good for weekends!), 2 1/2 (the 1/2 is for when I'm working late and David is hungry) Pasta Shell Dinners,&amp;nbsp;2&amp;nbsp;Ckn Enchilada Soup Dinners, 2&amp;nbsp;Beef Strognaff Dinners and I feel like there is&amp;nbsp;something else but its way late&amp;nbsp;and I have no idea what it was.&amp;nbsp;So yeah, I also baked&amp;nbsp;6 out of the&amp;nbsp;8 cakes&amp;nbsp;I will need for las b-day cake that I am making&amp;nbsp;on the 18th. I will bake the other 2 tomorrow!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Look at me being on top of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is the cooking part of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Chunking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this really odd thing I do, reguarding our paychecks/budget. I like to draw little&amp;nbsp;squares representing differnt demoniations of money (like 100 bucks, or 500 bucks, whatever), enough&amp;nbsp;so that it is how much we make a month,&amp;nbsp;and write in the square what that chunk of money will be used for that month. I like to do this for like, a 5 year period of time (seriously, i do 5 years of a budget in one sitting.) Because I am a freak like that. It just helps me to see visually where our money will go every month. I think I should patent it and sell it to the world, b/c it is crazy awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy, I am up waaay to late because I ate something today that didn't agree with my tummy, and my tummy is protesting. LOUDLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it may be done for the evening, so I am going to try to get a few hours of sleep before I have to go teach munchkins in the AM (did I tell you I teach Sunbeams now? Cuz I do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-3288916258763883616?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3288916258763883616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=3288916258763883616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/3288916258763883616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/3288916258763883616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/cooking-and-chunking.html' title='Cooking and Chunking.'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-4655719516790755052</id><published>2010-12-02T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:36:21.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Babies and things</title><content type='html'>My babynanny friend, EB, is sitting in her swing chewing on her hand. She does not want to be held. She still has 10 minutes till its time to eat, and the swing calms her down. Am I a bad nanny for putting her in her swing? I vote no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 1:20pm and I have yet to unload the dishwasher, which I usually do before 8am. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is laundry that I should probably do, but it can also wait until tomorrow, when I will do all the laundry in the household. Lazy, or using my time wisely? I vote the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will want my own baby. I will probably be the same kind of Mom as I am Nanny, except I'll probably wear pants a lot less while the baby is little, and my boobs won't be my own (but they will be huge!) during that time either. That being said, I think I'll be a pretty okay Mom. The house here isn't a disaster (yes, I know they have the house cleaned once a week, but . . . thats 4 days a week I could be making a mess!), the laundry and dishes are kept up with, and the baby is healthy and happy (most of the time). Aren't those all the things I'm supposed to do as a Mom, or is there more? Who knows, I guess I will figure it out when that time in my life comes, but this job is making me more confident in my mom-ing abilities/giving me the unique opportunity to try stuff (products, classes, foods, etc) to see what I think is cool/good for when I have a kid someday. Not only do I get paid in cash monies, I get paid in experience! AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and I got our Christmas tree last night! 20 bucks! It isn't the prettiest tree, but its a real one gosh dangit, and it has all our pretty ornaments on it, and our house feels like Christmas and I love it. My parents are beings scrooges this year, so I have to make up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hired to do a big-time cake for a friend's friend's boyfriend's 40th bday. 4 tiers, one for each decade, decorated with his accomplishments from each 10 year span. I'm pretty stoked, and will start baking this weekend, then put the cakes in the freezer until a few days before the party, when the decorating extravaganza begins! I really want to give myself more than enough time with this cake, because I feel like a lot of times I short myself on time, and then short the cake on awesomeness, so this time is gonna be AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright friends, time to feed that baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-4655719516790755052?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4655719516790755052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=4655719516790755052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4655719516790755052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4655719516790755052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/12/of-babies-and-things.html' title='Of Babies and things'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-3069016599450987867</id><published>2010-11-29T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:50:29.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I make</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TPQt-PPGIGI/AAAAAAAAALI/uYRWVkco2Ug/s1600/IMG_1742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TPQt-PPGIGI/AAAAAAAAALI/uYRWVkco2Ug/s320/IMG_1742.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TPQtXmKSw2I/AAAAAAAAALA/excnxdZW_qs/s1600/IMG_1745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TPQtXmKSw2I/AAAAAAAAALA/excnxdZW_qs/s320/IMG_1745.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This cake for my Bosses B-day. Pumpkin Ginger Browned Butter AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-3069016599450987867?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3069016599450987867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=3069016599450987867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/3069016599450987867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/3069016599450987867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-i-make.html' title='Things I make'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TPQt-PPGIGI/AAAAAAAAALI/uYRWVkco2Ug/s72-c/IMG_1742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-3805046766453662382</id><published>2010-11-25T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:33:42.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Thankful Lists: 2010 Edition</title><content type='html'>David: &lt;br /&gt;My pretty little wife&lt;br /&gt;My in-laws&lt;br /&gt;Our house&lt;br /&gt;Our comfy bed&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;My Parents&lt;br /&gt;My new awesome car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina:&lt;br /&gt;My smokin hot husband&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful job&lt;br /&gt;Our comfy couch&lt;br /&gt;The fact that my parents cooked most of T-give dinner!&lt;br /&gt;My hangers (don't judge me)&lt;br /&gt;A car that runs well and plays my ipod wonderfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there is more, but we are really sleepy from all the turkey and are going to beddy bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-3805046766453662382?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3805046766453662382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=3805046766453662382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/3805046766453662382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/3805046766453662382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-thankful-lists-2010-edition.html' title='Our Thankful Lists: 2010 Edition'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-8582331912946274500</id><published>2010-11-23T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T08:36:59.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Post! (Warning: Lots of pictures)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvpSeQeaVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jqBl2tFaVpo/s1600/IMAG0087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvpSeQeaVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jqBl2tFaVpo/s320/IMAG0087.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I came to work to on Friday morning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvpfdbQvNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6rc_jKu8D-s/s1600/IMAG0088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvpfdbQvNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6rc_jKu8D-s/s320/IMAG0088.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That night was my late night, and my boss brought home sushi for me and David (which was devoured too quickly to get a photo of but it was soooo goood!) and sprinkles cupcakes! They were delish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvpuVT6ZRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Mb1jv2W10Q4/s1600/IMAG0089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvpuVT6ZRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Mb1jv2W10Q4/s320/IMAG0089.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was David's fav Birthday Animal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvp4292BeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0i4KH1M7y0E/s1600/IMAG0090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvp4292BeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0i4KH1M7y0E/s320/IMAG0090.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you tell my Boss is a Hunter? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvqFfLL71I/AAAAAAAAAKY/WiqZu0a6UKk/s1600/IMAG0094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvqFfLL71I/AAAAAAAAAKY/WiqZu0a6UKk/s320/IMAG0094.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;23! I was waiting in the Car whilst David took a test real fast like on my B-day!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvqSv3iZSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/o1MS-7WYqgM/s1600/IMAG0095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvqSv3iZSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/o1MS-7WYqgM/s320/IMAG0095.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went over to Cami and Mike's and had DELISH waffles and bacon and eggs for brunch!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvqcS8IZjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vWdeecTxvyE/s1600/IMAG0096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvqcS8IZjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vWdeecTxvyE/s320/IMAG0096.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went and saw Harry Potter after this. Which was awesome.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvqoiTwHBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DAc9QjQYTOc/s1600/IMAG0097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvqoiTwHBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DAc9QjQYTOc/s320/IMAG0097.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After, we went back to their house, had leftover enchiladas, then Cami made me a Birthday Tart! It was delish! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvqz-d-N9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/WCbtv8Cqvok/s1600/IMAG0104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvqz-d-N9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/WCbtv8Cqvok/s320/IMAG0104.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is us on my 23rd B-day! We almost didn't get a picture! I had to wake David up! :-)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvq78YIFdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XjLbKA5Itnw/s1600/IMAG0106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvq78YIFdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XjLbKA5Itnw/s320/IMAG0106.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The next day, my Mom made a Harry Potter day! This is Butterbeer and it was DELISH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvrITL_F9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/P28TXCwnepM/s1600/IMAG0107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvrITL_F9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/P28TXCwnepM/s320/IMAG0107.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Harry Potter Dinner. The House Elves did a masterful job in preparing Roast, Mashed Potatoes, Brown Gravy (imported from England!) and roasted parsnips, carrots, onions and celery root! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvrTZBdukI/AAAAAAAAAK0/W46EQ6EB4jk/s1600/IMAG0108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvrTZBdukI/AAAAAAAAAK0/W46EQ6EB4jk/s320/IMAG0108.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had Trifle for dessert! And warm butterbeer, which I didn't get a picture of because we were watching Prince of Persia and it was dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All in all, a very successful birthday. You may notice there are not a lot of real gifty-gifts. Thats because I don't like them. Well, I do, but I am really not in need of anything major at the moment, plus Christmas is coming up anyways. PLUS, David and I went shopping and I got a few new items of clothing and was mucho happy with that. My bosses DID order me the pie-carrier of my choice, a vintage tin one that is AWESOME, which I will have to show you when it arrives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I like that my phone takes decent-ish pictures. If I actually used the camera app I downloaded, they would be even better, but whatevs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The End. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-8582331912946274500?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8582331912946274500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=8582331912946274500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8582331912946274500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8582331912946274500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/11/birthday-post-warning-lots-of-pictures.html' title='Birthday Post! (Warning: Lots of pictures)'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOvpSeQeaVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jqBl2tFaVpo/s72-c/IMAG0087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-8851041990095073759</id><published>2010-11-22T20:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T20:03:59.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>WAS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;Pics when I think about getting them off my phone, along with stories involving LOTS of Harry Potter and BUTTERBEEER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-8851041990095073759?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8851041990095073759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=8851041990095073759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8851041990095073759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8851041990095073759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/11/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-2885878476096565980</id><published>2010-11-19T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T11:09:32.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>Did you want to get me a gift for my Birthday?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas then?&lt;br /&gt;Wrong again?&lt;br /&gt;Then just a gift to tell me you care and you think I am awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amzn.com/w/MWZZ3LSXOVBU"&gt;JUST CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you will find everything you've ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, its everything I've ever wanted, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start updating it from time to time so that everyone can always know what to get me for ANY occasion! From $8 to $500, there is something for everyone (to buy me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also going to be a permanent link over yonder &amp;lt;------ in the sidebar so it will be easy to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS Really, its a list of cool crap that I think some of you would like, so check it out even if you don't want to buy me anything)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-2885878476096565980?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2885878476096565980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=2885878476096565980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2885878476096565980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2885878476096565980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-im-sorry.html' title='Oh, I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-6683977150982110446</id><published>2010-11-17T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T13:46:58.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>So, my birthday is on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I am not telling you this to make you wish me a happy birthday, altho if you want to that would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;I am telling you this to tell you how lame I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation:&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing for your birthday?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well. . . I think sitting at home, making David go get me icecream, and watching a movie or something."&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously? You aren't even going to see Harry Potter?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah. Maybe. I might just want to sit on the couch, tho."&lt;br /&gt;"What about friends?"&lt;br /&gt;"We already hung out with all of them last weekend, so probably not."&lt;br /&gt;"......."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I'm going to go now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Guys, I am lame.&lt;br /&gt;ALTHOUGH. . .&lt;br /&gt;I am taking full advantage of "my birthday week" by making David do stuff for me.&lt;br /&gt;Its in our marriage by-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EB gets cuter every day. As I type this she is laying on a blanket next to me playing with the fabric of my jeans. I think she likes the way it feels. I just love that little baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my legs are falling asleep. Time to play with my babynannyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Sab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-6683977150982110446?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6683977150982110446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=6683977150982110446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6683977150982110446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6683977150982110446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/11/23.html' title='23'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-8314855633941127735</id><published>2010-11-15T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:49:37.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFFs for REAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOHGylO3DPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/n5cxIqGxB0Y/s1600/IMG_1619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOHGylO3DPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/n5cxIqGxB0Y/s320/IMG_1619.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;David loves that baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOHG23SQtaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/s3YnwcsDrWo/s1600/IMG_1622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOHG23SQtaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/s3YnwcsDrWo/s320/IMG_1622.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-8314855633941127735?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8314855633941127735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=8314855633941127735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8314855633941127735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8314855633941127735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/11/bffs-for-real.html' title='BFFs for REAL'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TOHGylO3DPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/n5cxIqGxB0Y/s72-c/IMG_1619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-6422923040377741538</id><published>2010-11-15T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T07:55:56.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was so awesome. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we ended up staying at EB's house till 8 or so because her Mom's flight kept getting delayed. Our friends Jamie and Alex came over for chips and guac and we chatted and snuggled on EB whilst waiting. After EB's Mom got home, we went to Tacos Y Mas, which is a delicious ghetto taco stand of awesome, which is attached to a Car Wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, while David was at work, I went and saw my friend Christina who had her baby 2 weeks ago. I got to love on that baby for a few hours while we chatted and got Donuts, so a very sucessful morning.&lt;br /&gt;After David got off work, we went to TJ max to procure some jeans, and ended up getting 2 rangers shirts a piece, some jeans for him, a couple of shirts for him, and an awesome striped shirt for me! AND! We found him a new watch for less than half the price it sells for. We lost his wedding watch a few months ago, so this is a replacement. It was very exciting. I love TJ max. :-)&lt;br /&gt;THEN we went over to our friends Cami and Mike's house and went out to get Sushi. It was SO delish and the sushi chef was the most adorable man ever. Just thinking about it makes me hungry. Then we went back to their casa and watched a movie and then youtubed some a very potter musical and watched an episode of 30 rock on Hulu. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a great day too! We went to church, found out we are moving to 1:00 church in Jan (YEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!!), then came home and took a nap. Its the first Sunday nap we have taken in MONTHS. It was amazing. Then we ate dinner with my parents, and then went over to The Haw's house to hang out and Tracy made us some french toast! :-) We stayed too late, but it was way fun to chat with Tracy and listen to her kids say their prayers (oh my gosh. I wish I had a video of it. It was SO funny!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just fun to actually go out and do stuff. Yes, we hung out with pretty much our entire stock of friends in 1 weekend (what can I say, we have not many friends, but they are high quality!), but man. It was just so much fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-6422923040377741538?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6422923040377741538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=6422923040377741538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6422923040377741538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6422923040377741538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/11/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-6172041287872792283</id><published>2010-11-10T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T18:37:06.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to update more often. . . I even have post ideas allready all done and everything. Sorry! Here are some pictures from. .&amp;nbsp; .I have no clue when but like more than 2 months ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TNtU_oOFc1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/zQTOKTv9P1U/s1600/100_1186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TNtU_oOFc1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/zQTOKTv9P1U/s320/100_1186.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PASTA! I decided to make bowtie pasta on a whim one night. Its not that hard, but next time I would roll it a little bit thinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TNtVC8wZMgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0GOP4E2vucw/s1600/100_1193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TNtVC8wZMgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0GOP4E2vucw/s320/100_1193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished product - you can see how thick the pasta was, but the sauce was delish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TNtVFB2snRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Y6m7p9Q65_M/s320/100_1238.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made these chocolate pretzels for the Sanrio (Hello Kitty) roll -out at Build-A-Bear. They mirrored the animals released, and were pretty darn cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TNtVHyYzmJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bpv4UOoTgEU/s1600/100_1240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TNtVHyYzmJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bpv4UOoTgEU/s320/100_1240.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a fondue night one night because I really wanted to. The broth had too much seasoning, so never trust a random recipie you get on the internet. :-) It was pretty delish, tho. I love food!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got a new phone this week curtosey of my bosses. Its my "company phone". . ie for sending them pics of EB when they are out of town. I am getting a "company card" soon and told them all I need is a company car and I will be set! :-) David and I are spending the night tomorrow and are excited for another PJ party! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, time to try and peel David away from the Angry Birds game on my new phone! (Thanks a lot, Marie!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-6172041287872792283?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6172041287872792283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=6172041287872792283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6172041287872792283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6172041287872792283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/11/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TNtU_oOFc1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/zQTOKTv9P1U/s72-c/100_1186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-1639460125483830707</id><published>2010-11-01T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:18:26.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest baby EVERRRRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TM8uTUiHnVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YKRZvY5tnA4/s1600/IMG_1511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TM8uTUiHnVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YKRZvY5tnA4/s320/IMG_1511.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a spend-the-night last week, and get to have another one next weekend! We had a PJ party and it was awesome. CHECK OUT HER CHEEKS. They are so cute and kissable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TM8uAjE5cfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KJkPRr5pa1k/s1600/IMG_1527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TM8uAjE5cfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KJkPRr5pa1k/s320/IMG_1527.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This picture took forever to get. BUT LOOK! BABYSMILLLLEEEES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; I have the best job ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The End. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-1639460125483830707?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1639460125483830707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=1639460125483830707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/1639460125483830707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/1639460125483830707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/11/cutest-baby-everrrrr.html' title='Cutest baby EVERRRRR'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TM8uTUiHnVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YKRZvY5tnA4/s72-c/IMG_1511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-4912454432963357884</id><published>2010-10-31T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T14:14:39.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah</title><content type='html'>Things we miss:&lt;br /&gt;Dry-ness&lt;br /&gt;Pretty-ness (fall leaves changing a color other than brown!)&lt;br /&gt;J-Dawgs&lt;br /&gt;Bajio/Cafe Rio&lt;br /&gt;More people in our situation (married, in school, no kids)&lt;br /&gt;Del Taco&lt;br /&gt;Burger's Supreme&lt;br /&gt;BYU Creamery Kid's Meal&lt;br /&gt;Our awesome house&lt;br /&gt;Our friends&lt;br /&gt;Clean-ness (its hard for a place to feel too dirty if you just have to look up to see mountains)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things we do not miss:&lt;br /&gt;The disgusting inversion in the Valley&lt;br /&gt;The small-minded thinking&lt;br /&gt;The SNOW and ENDLESS SUFFERING of Winter&lt;br /&gt;Driving around mountains to get places&lt;br /&gt;Stuff costing lots of money (rent &amp;amp; school - this is all retaliative to what we pay now, mind you)&lt;br /&gt;Lack of awesome thunder storms&lt;br /&gt;Living 45 minutes away from the airport&lt;br /&gt;Living 45 minutes away from a major city&lt;br /&gt;Living&amp;nbsp;70 minutes away from free&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;dinner (ie, family)&lt;br /&gt;Lack of REAL Good Mexican Food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-4912454432963357884?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4912454432963357884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=4912454432963357884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4912454432963357884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4912454432963357884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/10/utah.html' title='Utah'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-6112190156219364507</id><published>2010-10-30T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:32:01.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Update #1</title><content type='html'>Lets start at the start, which is always the best place to start.&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I fell flat on my face into the lattice fence in the backyard. This is what resulted. Please note the part by my eye that is also scraped, proving it was, in fact, a lattaice shape. I'm so freaking clumsy, ya'll. Its redic. This was before my grandma died, because it was while we were living the guest room out back, instead of in her house, because the path out to there is very treachrous and dangerous (read: it is a rock path that is a tad bit uneven, which would be fine for most people not me) This timeline should tell you just how far behind I am in uploading pictures : 6+ months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TMxpzO1seyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xEmvZRfqd18/s1600/100_0919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TMxpzO1seyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xEmvZRfqd18/s320/100_0919.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;David and I enjoy making our noses black-head free together. The couple that is redic together, stays together, right? RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TMxp8h9YCII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZHuTGX-uPBE/s1600/100_1249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TMxp8h9YCII/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZHuTGX-uPBE/s320/100_1249.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going somewhere in this picture, I wish I could remember what. It was maybe our anniversary. . . . But I have no idea for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TMxp1VdaLFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/O7eSPXNEVII/s1600/100_1236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TMxp1VdaLFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/O7eSPXNEVII/s320/100_1236.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one time I went with David to a Build-A-Bear party at some daycare and he was bearamy. Adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TMxpx4D6zGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xoqfzOEa9JU/s1600/100_1233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TMxpx4D6zGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xoqfzOEa9JU/s320/100_1233.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats just THIS posts pictures. I have ones coming up of our bathroom (it has to be seen to be belivied) and of awesome food I have been making, and of random goings-ons of the Couple Allen over the past few months that have been photographized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight instead of going to the Trunk-Or-Treat with David (who was supposed to be working! which is why I didn't go in the first place!) I babysat the twins. They got huge - why do kids do that? Insist on growing and stuff? LAME. Anyways, it was fun and I missed them, so I think I'll have to start hanging out with them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be in bed now. . . so I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-6112190156219364507?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6112190156219364507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=6112190156219364507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6112190156219364507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6112190156219364507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/10/photo-update-1.html' title='Photo Update #1'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TMxpzO1seyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xEmvZRfqd18/s72-c/100_0919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-7530998423749431536</id><published>2010-10-21T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:08:41.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What? I haven't been missing in action.</title><content type='html'>Its been brought to my attention that I have "dropped off the face of the planet" WHATEVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really guys, I'm busy. Playing with a baby all day is TOUGH work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night David and I spent the night here at work with little EB. It was fun. She slept all night! And so did we! (almost - apparently cats don't respond well to not being allowed into a bedroom when someone is allergic.) This morning for breakfast I made a creme-brulee pie thing that was most delicious. I want to make it again! Every morning! mmmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Halloween is coming up which is David's favorite. I am going to be making some cookies soon, so get excited for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno guys, my life is pretty boring these days. I come to work, I go home, I go to bed, I wake up and I do it again. The weekends consist of babysitting or just reading and hanging out waiting for David to stop working so we can snuggle on the couch while catching up on our shows that just came out on DVD.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, thats about it. David likes his new jobs, I like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-7530998423749431536?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7530998423749431536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=7530998423749431536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7530998423749431536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7530998423749431536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-havent-been-missing-in-action.html' title='What? I haven&apos;t been missing in action.'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-5678897925980507606</id><published>2010-10-09T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T10:46:30.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallas Arboretum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TLCoiFIeaNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0MWZ6mGRRU0/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EB loves me the most, ovbs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TLCobaGlQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/h8ngEDyk1tg/s320/IMG_1417.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture. David is so goodlooking, and EB's cheeks are so kissable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun, and I'm excited for David to work close, so he can come hang out with us more. My bosses are great and think David is great and EB actually loves him more than me. She smiles a lot more for him than with me. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am working today (Saturday) while they go to the A&amp;amp;M game, and David works at BABW. EB is wearing her A&amp;amp;M sleeper and lookin' adorable, as per usual. It's gonna be a goood day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-5678897925980507606?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5678897925980507606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=5678897925980507606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/5678897925980507606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/5678897925980507606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/10/dallas-arboretum.html' title='Dallas Arboretum'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TLCoiFIeaNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0MWZ6mGRRU0/s72-c/IMG_1414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-2055270582028629678</id><published>2010-10-07T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:50:23.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neeeeeeeeeeew and a bit. . . ALARMING</title><content type='html'>Beauty and the Beast Sing-A-Long at the ACTUAL movie theatre? Best. Thing. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David went with little EB and I to the Arboretum today. I shall add some photos when I upload them. They are adorable together! She likes him more than she likes me! Dangit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David got a new jooooooooob. Which is gonna be awesome. More deets when all is said and done but it has a few good things I can say now: 1) Pays more. 2) Is in Dallas and close to my work. 3) Will use pretty much all the same skills that he uses now, but in a more fun way. He's super excited and so am I! He will get nights and weekends off, which means I will actually get to see him! YAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm distracted because we are watching The Big Bang Theory, so I'm gonna jet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-2055270582028629678?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2055270582028629678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=2055270582028629678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2055270582028629678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2055270582028629678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/10/neeeeeeeeeeew-and-bit-alarming.html' title='Neeeeeeeeeeew and a bit. . . ALARMING'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-3913447166015800364</id><published>2010-10-01T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T11:31:43.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Away? Reviews? Apparenly, my blog is cooler than I thought.</title><content type='html'>Hi friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently approaced by a rep at CSN to do a give-away and a review of some of the products they offer in their stores on my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSN Stores has over 200 online stores where you can find everything from a &lt;a href="http://www.bedroomfurniture.com/Platform-Beds-C90744.html" target="_blank"&gt;platform bed&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to fantastic fitness equipment to cookware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to figure out exactly what I should give away, and it was pretty much impossible, since there are a billion zillion awesome things that I know everyone would love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST NEWS IS: I don't have to choose. Which we all know is great since I am the most indecisive person in the history of planet earth. I get to give one lucky person a gift card for $35 to use however you would like. But not yet. I am going to do that next month. This month I am going to do a review of a product. . . and you guys get to help me pick what! So, the moral of this story is: suck up to me for the next 30 days so that you can be the lucky winner of the awesome giftcard! Backrubs and notes praising my many virtues are appropriate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I do: A baby product?&lt;br /&gt;A baking/cooking product?&lt;br /&gt;Or something like shoes or a handbag or a wallet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help a sister out, because I gotta make a decision in the next few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-3913447166015800364?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3913447166015800364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=3913447166015800364' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/3913447166015800364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/3913447166015800364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/10/give-away-reviews-apparenly-my-blog-is.html' title='Give Away? Reviews? Apparenly, my blog is cooler than I thought.'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-3151519987401587614</id><published>2010-09-28T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:05:06.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Previously On. . . .</title><content type='html'>all the freaking TV shows I watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too fat for 15&lt;br /&gt;America's Next Top Model&lt;br /&gt;Everything on HGTV and Style&lt;br /&gt;Etc Etc Etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll, its getting redic.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm taking care of Emma.&lt;br /&gt;All the other stuff I need to do is getting done.&lt;br /&gt;I am actually going to have my mom do the basics of the sewing machine so I can start doing that with my extra time instead of rotting my brain with TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALTHOUGH: Teen Mom? Totally Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-3151519987401587614?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3151519987401587614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=3151519987401587614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/3151519987401587614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/3151519987401587614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/09/previously-on.html' title='Previously On. . . .'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-4510967744622241349</id><published>2010-09-25T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T10:27:59.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>So, friends, I have a life update for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love my job. Yesterday, David got to come to work with me, and fell just as in love with little EB as I am. She is very seriously the cutest baby of all time and has the most adorable cheeks ever and I just like to kiss them. I was talking to David on the way home yesterday about how it doesn't feel like a job, because jobs inherantly suck, and you just do them to get money. I go to work every day not to make money (although that is a nice perk) but because I love that dang baby to the moon and back. She is just wonderful and adorable and growing every single day. I used to wonder if I could ever truly love a child that wasn't mine (ie, if we could ever adopt kids), and I know now that I totally could. At the same time, I love how much her parents love her, and how ... just... GOOD they are to/with her. And that she has them as parents, and not me.&amp;nbsp;Its hard to explain. My bosses are the nicest people in the world, and I just am so glad that I work for them.&amp;nbsp;We get along so well. Yesterday, we (me, David, my bosses and EB) were all in the kitchen/dining room and EB's mom was like, we are like one big family! Thats totally how I feel - like I am part of their family. But its not awkward or forced or like.. too much or something. Its just natural and wonderful. I just never thought that I would love this job as much as I do, but I really really love it. I have nothing to complain about (other than the fact that I watch way too much TV, but really, how do I complain about that?) and man. I just love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love my husband.&amp;nbsp;He&amp;nbsp;is just this really wonderful man who cares about me every day. We have been getting super deep&amp;nbsp;lately, which sounds&amp;nbsp;stupid because hi, we are married, but&amp;nbsp;its true. We are talking about stuff that just has never been brought up. Its refreshing that after 6 years of knowing someone, 3 years of being together, and 2 years of marriage that we can still learn things about eachother and our life views. I understand more and more why people wait to get married - because they know who they are and have their life views set - but love more and more the fact that we got married young - because we can help shape who the other is and how we see our world. Its so awesome to me that we get to grow together every day, and figure out exactly what we want our lives (plural) to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We are SO CLOSE to being out of debt. Well, not all our debt, but the kind that charges us intrest. Its so freaking exciting that we will finally be done with that crap. Ugh. Stupid BYU and no-FAFSA b/c we made like 100 bucks over the poverty line and not making enough money to pay for our life. Moving on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We are going to finance Apple this year if I have my way. I want an iPod touch for my birthday - my iPod is 5 years old and takes approx 2 years to get from song to song (serious lag). We need a new laptop (since David dropped mine, and the one we are using now is my mom's) so we are thinking of gettnig a macbook for christmas for eachother. And David has been a peach about not getting presents for birthdays or annivesarys while he has gotten me stuff for every one, so I am going to get him an iPad for his b-day this year. This, of course, is if we decide to be irresponsible and buy all this stuff. More likely than not we will decide to wait and save our money and blah blah blah. I mean, we aren't being super irresponsible, because we would pay cash for it and save for it and stuff, but we COULD be saving it in an IRA, or&amp;nbsp;putting it towards our non-intrest debt (David Family Trust loan for his freshman and soph years of college, which he has to pay of when he&amp;nbsp;finishes school in a million years but we want to pay off sooner), or doing a million other things than buying technology that will be outdated in a year. We will probably end up waiting on the iPod touch and the laptop until Mac decides to do the "buy a laptop, get an ipod" deal again, but I will, if it kills me, get David a freaking iPad for his birthday. Boyfriend deserves the pampering. He's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem with not writing forever, then writing too much.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;I love you alllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-4510967744622241349?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4510967744622241349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=4510967744622241349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4510967744622241349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4510967744622241349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/09/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-4129460213420272979</id><published>2010-09-15T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T16:00:57.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good everything day.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a day where you just feel good? Mostly because of one item of clothing? Well, I am having one of those days, and its due to my favorite dress, by Gianni Bini! I got it for 17 dollars at the Dillards outlet... it was orginally like 100. I L-O-V-E it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TJFOmxe_z5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/QyqdMakMH7c/s1600/Photo+on+2010-09-15+at+17.43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TJFOmxe_z5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/QyqdMakMH7c/s320/Photo+on+2010-09-15+at+17.43.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My hair looks goooood today. Thank you Kenra wonderful hair product. I haven't used it in a really long time, and I regret abandoning it because its AWESOME.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TJFOoPufTSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sD2_ezzMXrY/s1600/Photo+on+2010-09-15+at+17.50+%232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TJFOoPufTSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sD2_ezzMXrY/s320/Photo+on+2010-09-15+at+17.50+%232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And here is post-makeup. I like my shiny lips.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TJFOpWGx7yI/AAAAAAAAAHo/KytRR07VUr0/s1600/Photo+on+2010-09-15+at+17.51+%233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TJFOpWGx7yI/AAAAAAAAAHo/KytRR07VUr0/s320/Photo+on+2010-09-15+at+17.51+%233.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just look cute here.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TJFOqCMb47I/AAAAAAAAAHs/pQ0Vkg2kDX4/s1600/Photo+on+2010-09-15+at+17.51+%234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TJFOqCMb47I/AAAAAAAAAHs/pQ0Vkg2kDX4/s320/Photo+on+2010-09-15+at+17.51+%234.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love this dress. Its long enough. It has a good waist line. Its striped. Its Navy (one of my faaaav colors). It has a ruffle which makes me feel girly. And it doesn't look gross with a shade T underneath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: this is where I work. I love their house. Its comfortable but still really nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David came and visited for an hour today while I was giving Emma a bath. It was really fun to see him during the day! There may be some changes a-coming that would make this happen more often, and it would be realllly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight EB and I are going on our first trip! Her mom has a bunch of her managers (read: the people that work for her) in town from all over the country, and so we are going out to meet them! It's pretty exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough for one post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-4129460213420272979?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4129460213420272979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=4129460213420272979' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4129460213420272979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4129460213420272979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-everything-day.html' title='A good everything day.'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TJFOmxe_z5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/QyqdMakMH7c/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-09-15+at+17.43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-4999284404755069230</id><published>2010-09-08T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:38:02.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day off?</title><content type='html'>PAID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so awkward that I make the same amount of money a week no matter how much I work. &lt;br /&gt;Which is not to say that I'm getting screwed over.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm totally not.&lt;br /&gt;Its to say that when I have a day off (like Monday, for Labor Day), and still get paid the same, I feel like I'm stealing or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am aware this is normal (the getting paid part, not the guilt part) and realize that it is time for me to put on my grownup panties and get over it, but seriously. STEALING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: I am on a quest to make little EB smile. Its not going to well. She's just such a SERIOUS baby. Hopefully this will change and I will have a smily 3-month old in about 5 weeks. She eats and sleeps a LOT. Which, yeah, is normal for a&amp;nbsp;baby, but seriously. I just want to play with her and she's like, heck no, I'm taking a nap. Silly kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO: I write her a blog. You can see it &lt;a href="http://emmabellesmith.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Its things like this (and the fact that they want more kids) that make me have ultimate job security. They freaking love me. . . . almost as much I love EB. Awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-4999284404755069230?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4999284404755069230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=4999284404755069230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4999284404755069230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/4999284404755069230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-off.html' title='Day off?'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-7667035675752819607</id><published>2010-08-31T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T08:20:02.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiiiiii.</title><content type='html'>I love my job, I love my babynannyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously you guys. I have the best job of all time. I get paid to snuggle the cutest baby ever and kiss her little cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-7667035675752819607?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7667035675752819607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=7667035675752819607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7667035675752819607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7667035675752819607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/08/hiiiiii.html' title='Hiiiiii.'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-7192041159612364599</id><published>2010-08-24T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T14:22:44.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like yogurt pretzels.</title><content type='html'>EB isn't feeling too hot today, as is evidenced by her waking up crying every half hour. Her tum tum hurts, I think, because she's been tootin up a storm. Poor kid. She is now in the rocker-swing-y-ma-jig for the next 15 minutes until it is time for her next meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we got some of our anniversary photos back. I like them a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a sneak peak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/THQ23HbksWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZyzYbUzJtHM/s1600/Blackner++559.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/THQ23HbksWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZyzYbUzJtHM/s320/Blackner++559.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the park where we would hang out in high school. We would lay right next to that bench we are sitting on and talk about whatever. There most certainly was NOT any kissing going on - we were FAR too young. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/THQ3a4KeHsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/w9UdNWtRiNY/s1600/Blackner++562.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/THQ3a4KeHsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/w9UdNWtRiNY/s320/Blackner++562.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My husband is the cutest man on the face to the freaking PLANET. Seriously you guys, look at that grin. And how his eyes crinkle. And his Adams Apple. Besides which is his NECK. Ya'll, David's neck is the best. Most esp when I give him turtle kisses (basically a bite with my lips covering my teeth) and he giggles like a small child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, got a bit distracted there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AhHem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time for me to go play with my little babynannyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-7192041159612364599?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7192041159612364599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=7192041159612364599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7192041159612364599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7192041159612364599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-like-yogurt-pretzels.html' title='I like yogurt pretzels.'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/THQ23HbksWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZyzYbUzJtHM/s72-c/Blackner++559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-2180629921157504720</id><published>2010-08-22T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T16:13:08.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little EB</title><content type='html'>Ya'll, last night I got to sit for my little nannyfriend while her parents went on&amp;nbsp;a date. &lt;br /&gt;I start full-time TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still seems fake that I get to snuggle a baby all day for a JOB. I get PAID to snuggle.&amp;nbsp;I think onetime I had a facebook status update about how I should major in snuggling. And now I get to DOIT.&amp;nbsp;It just seems unreal and too good to be true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to her mom yesterday when they got back about how I got SO SLEEPY rocking her to sleep and she was like, dude, so do I! Take a nap! I do! Baha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my bosses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note: I have not gone completely insane. I still do not like any other version of Stargate (SG-1 or Atlantis) as is evidenced by me BEGGING David to turn it off all the freaking time. SGU is just more of a drama than a sci-fi show. In fact, Aliens were only on the show like 1 episode the whole season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: I am starting my NEW LIFE tomorrow. We are going to wake up early, eat breakfast together, do our scritpure study and morning prayer, then I will go to work, eat well, do a ton of homework (I am going to try to finish my math class in 2 months, vs 3 1/2), then come home, make a delicious and nutritious dinner, then go to bed at a decent hour. I am excited to try and be better about all the things I am bad at, and think that having a set schedule will REALLY help. I am going to see how this goes for the next month, then maybe try to throw in a work-out video during the day while little EB is sleepin'. After I finish all my&amp;nbsp;classes I will have a ton of free time, and will have to figure out some way to fill it, other than snuggling that little baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-2180629921157504720?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2180629921157504720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=2180629921157504720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2180629921157504720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2180629921157504720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-eb.html' title='Little EB'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-2582837337436092620</id><published>2010-08-19T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:01:35.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame x2</title><content type='html'>So, not only did I watch Stargate without being bribed or threatened, I WATCHED 6 HOURS OF IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because David wanted to, but because I MADE HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I COULDN'T STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Stargate Universe is awesome. And we are going to watch the last 3 episodes today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAVE I TURNED INTO?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End. (of my dignity)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-2582837337436092620?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2582837337436092620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=2582837337436092620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2582837337436092620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2582837337436092620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/08/shame-x2.html' title='Shame x2'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-8992878039682337721</id><published>2010-08-18T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:24:32.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame</title><content type='html'>I am willingly watching Stargate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-8992878039682337721?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8992878039682337721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=8992878039682337721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8992878039682337721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8992878039682337721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/08/shame.html' title='Shame'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-8390113018989169975</id><published>2010-08-17T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:30:38.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David informs me:</title><content type='html'>that my last blog was "inappropriate." I countered asking him if the truth could every truly be inappropriate, and he rolled his&amp;nbsp;eyes,&amp;nbsp;so in an effort to appease him, I am writing a new blog post in order to make my last blog post further down. Although this blog post may make you want to go look at the blog post in question, so I dunno. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and ate at Angelos today for lunch because my mom gave us a gift certificate. If you don't know what Angelos is, let me tell you. Its this place in Irving that sells really cheap food, the kind you could make at home with little effort, and yet, its ALWAYS packed. I had a 7.99 Filet Minon and Baked Potato, and David had a 7.99 pizza. And then we split some cheese toast. Oh Irving, and your food. So silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and saw Scott Pilgrim yesterday, because we had a giftcard and it started at the right time. It was really funny. I haven't read the books, but I give it 2 thumbs up! We want to go see Inception, and will probably do so with the remainder of the gift card tomorrow. Partyyyyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo baby. I really want to take a nap, but I have a to-do list for this week, and today's portion is going to take a WHILE, so I probably shouldn't sleep. Dangit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love David Allen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-8390113018989169975?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8390113018989169975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=8390113018989169975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8390113018989169975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/8390113018989169975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/08/david-informs-me.html' title='David informs me:'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-7148450550619851575</id><published>2010-08-16T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:12:33.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions:</title><content type='html'>I wait until Stargate is at its most climatic point to ask David to "come into the bedroom". I almost never win over Stargate. Actually, scratch the almost. I never win over Stargate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuffed 100 bears tonight, and kindof liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy my shorts at American Eagle, which makes me feel like I'm in high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't washed my dishes from dinner last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take off my pants almost the minute I come into the house pretty much every day. I HATE PANTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 1/2 an hour looking at the baby section of Barnes and Noble today for my babynanny friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS TwinMom's new nanny just quit before she started because she got a "better offer" when she was supposed to start on Weds. If ANYONE know anyone who needs a job, even a temp one, and is good with kids let me know. These kids are the most adorable hiliarous kids of all time and I love love love them and would love to see them with a good Nanny! They live in East Dallas, which is like 25 mins from my house. A car is needed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-7148450550619851575?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7148450550619851575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=7148450550619851575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7148450550619851575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/7148450550619851575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/08/confessions.html' title='Confessions:'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-2866841766543501411</id><published>2010-08-12T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T07:17:08.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Newscaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TGQCPCTAoGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8HJ1mlYNBzQ/s1600/100_1202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TGQCPCTAoGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8HJ1mlYNBzQ/s320/100_1202.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It feels good to be blonde. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also, its so big because its full of SECRETS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The End. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-2866841766543501411?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2866841766543501411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=2866841766543501411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2866841766543501411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2866841766543501411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/08/texas-newscaster.html' title='Texas Newscaster'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TGQCPCTAoGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8HJ1mlYNBzQ/s72-c/100_1202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-6181952157596237688</id><published>2010-08-08T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:30:07.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>So, at this moment, two years ago, I was getting hitched to one Mr. David Allen. It would still be almost a year before I legally became Mrs. David Allen, but that is another story for another time, involving threats and a social security office 2 blocks from our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of the day we got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few highlights:&lt;br /&gt;1: It was raining when we got to the temple.&lt;br /&gt;2. David was waiting for me inside. &lt;br /&gt;3. We had to get there really early and then we sat in the Celestial room for what seemed like FOR-EV-ER and talked about how we were getting married. This exact exchange happend at LEAST 10 times. "Dude, we are totally about to get married." "I know right?" "Cool, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;4. I told David the wrong name the first time around. Luckily I realized it and we fixed it. Haha. I am such a dork.&lt;br /&gt;5. When we finally got to the sealing room the love was filled up to the celing in there, man.&lt;br /&gt;6. The guy who sealed us was cute and old and adorable and told David he was pretty. &lt;br /&gt;7. Afterwards, when we were hugging people, someone said that they could see the excitiment start at my toes, make the way up my body, and then when it reached my head and I realized&amp;nbsp;I was&amp;nbsp;wiggling,&amp;nbsp;I would stop and be still for a minute before it started again.&lt;br /&gt;8. Nick cried, which made me cry, the jerk.&lt;br /&gt;9. When I was changing into my wedding dress to go outside, I was said "My fiance. . ." and then the ladies were like, "Oh honey, he's your husband now! No going back!"&lt;br /&gt;10. I accidentaly stole a hanger from the temple! Oops!&lt;br /&gt;11. Our photographer didn't show up! But we found his number and it was all good in the end.&lt;br /&gt;12. The one time I remember getting mad was when we had to wait for our tables at the Olive Garden. I set them straight, I sure as crap did. I was so freaking ticked. Making freaking 60 people stand in the foyer when the tables were ready! UIJKFLAS.&lt;br /&gt;13. When we (Me, David and our Photographer) went back to the temple to get some pictures, David went to go get a parking token and it was just me and the photographer, and everyone was looking at us odd and commenting about my lack of husband. &lt;br /&gt;14. I didn't get a picture of me and my mom, besides some from the luncheon, which makes me sad. :-(&lt;br /&gt;15. We danced the night away at our reception.&lt;br /&gt;16. The cake was really really reallllly good. &lt;br /&gt;17. David looked reallllllly good in his suit. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;18. When I went upstairs to change out of my dress and into my little white luncheon dress, I heard Grease come on and was really sad I couldn't go down and dance. &lt;br /&gt;19. When we finally got to the limo, we both just melted into puddles of goo and drank some water. The excitement from the day had just made us both SO TIRED. I think David rubbed my feet for a while. &lt;br /&gt;20. The first thing when did when we got to the hotel was eat some of the food that some wonderful soul had packed for us from the reception. I think it was the best thing I've ever eaten. Unfortuatnly, no one packed us cake. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two years have been full of shenanigans. We have moved 3 times, one of those times being across the freaking country. We have eaten a lot and gained some poundage from it. We have attemped to work out together, which didn't go so well. We have snuggled a LOT and found our joint love for Netflix. We have sat around in our underpants eating icecream. We have talked late into the night and giggled a lot. We have held hands and nuzzled necks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life, you guys. I love it. I love David so much and every day all I can think of is when I get to see him again. He is working today, which blows, but next Saturday we get to spend all day celebrating the love that is our life by going out to lunch at the best Mexican restraunt in town, going to a movie, then going to have dinner with my Nanny Fam. We are taking our traditional anniversary photos this Thursday, so get excited for that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love David and love that I am his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-6181952157596237688?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6181952157596237688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=6181952157596237688' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6181952157596237688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6181952157596237688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-6548505772391690922</id><published>2010-08-06T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T20:52:41.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things</title><content type='html'>that David hates about me:&lt;br /&gt;I bite the straws on drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I love about David:&lt;br /&gt;That he cleans the house and it looks terrific when I get home after a long day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that David hates about me:&lt;br /&gt;I leave my bras (and other clothes, if I want to be fair) all over the house. No seriously. He picked up 6 in one day once, which is all the bras I own. ALL OF THEM, YA'LL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I love about David:&lt;br /&gt;The fact that for our Anniversary he has gotten me 2 presents already, ones I can't hold in my hand. And the fact that he thinks those are actual presents. Boyfriend better get me something shiny and solid for Sunday&amp;nbsp;if he knows what is good for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that David hates about me:&lt;br /&gt;That my phone doesn't get reception at the twins house. And he thinks I'm dead. Lying in a gutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I love about David:&lt;br /&gt;He cares about me enough to leave me 4 messages on my phone asking me if I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that David hates about me:&lt;br /&gt;That I promised to make him Waffles on Tuesday and I didn't get up in time. He went on&amp;nbsp;a 10 minute rant tonight about how his heart was shattered and he now has to go to therapy 3 times a week to deal with the horrible let down he experinced from having to eat cereal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I love about David:&lt;br /&gt;That he is the worlds biggest exaggerater, except when it comes to talking about his love for me. (If not, he's in trouble!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-6548505772391690922?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6548505772391690922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=6548505772391690922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6548505772391690922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6548505772391690922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/08/things.html' title='Things'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-1480435722238074057</id><published>2010-07-31T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T16:52:54.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its working!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, first off, we have me and little EB, who is quite possibly the cutest baby ever. Note how she is totally looking at me like "Hey, thats my Nanny, and she's AWESOME!" because its true. She's adorable and I am going to snuggle her all day every day! (when she is awake, of course!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TFS1mNG8_JI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Gbld-bo7AZM/s1600/100_1167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TFS1mNG8_JI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Gbld-bo7AZM/s320/100_1167.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is guitar groom's cake I made. Let me tell you about this wedding. It was 85 degrees in the cultural hall when I got there (the rest of the building was just as bad) so everything melted, because in&amp;nbsp;the cake world, butter is what you use for everything. So nothing&amp;nbsp;looked like it was supposed to. When I left this house this cake had sharp edges and looked awesome, but 15 minutes in that building and&amp;nbsp;it was rounded (from the weight of the fondant pressing down on the soft soft buttercream) and the color had started to run because it was painted on. &amp;nbsp;People didn't get there with the flowers or the&amp;nbsp;ribbon&amp;nbsp;for the other cake until I had been there over an hour.&amp;nbsp;And the entire thing started 1 1/2 hours late.&amp;nbsp;It was a good first&amp;nbsp;paid-for wedding experince, because I got to think on my feet (changing the&amp;nbsp;butter cream cake from a smooth finish to the textured one you see) and experinced what&amp;nbsp;a scary thing weather is, but&amp;nbsp;I am glad its over!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TFS1oKI8kWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IxghJJd_PkU/s1600/100_1178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TFS1oKI8kWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IxghJJd_PkU/s320/100_1178.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is the wedding cake. The florist didn't want me to use that big flower on the top, but I think it totally makes the cake look awesome. I have no regrets about doing it. Also, the texture doesn't look that bad, right? I kindof dig it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TFS1pjAE8XI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FKNKUxoytq4/s1600/100_1179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TFS1pjAE8XI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FKNKUxoytq4/s320/100_1179.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I made waaay to much chocolate cake for the wedding, so I made this sweet Build A Bear cake for David to take to work today. Because I am awesome. I mean, what wife makes a cake like this for fun? ME! THATS WHO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TFS1rUlQvsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bFwk7Ejanlg/s1600/100_1182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TFS1rUlQvsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bFwk7Ejanlg/s320/100_1182.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I look like after a morning of cake decorating. This picture doesn't even do&amp;nbsp;the mess on my shirt&amp;nbsp;justice. And this was after I had washed my arms off (they get covered in powered sugar from transferring fondant from the rolling out board to the cake.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TFS1tN-vSlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/rl609hltC1c/s1600/100_1183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TFS1tN-vSlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/rl609hltC1c/s320/100_1183.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The END!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-1480435722238074057?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1480435722238074057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=1480435722238074057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/1480435722238074057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/1480435722238074057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-working.html' title='Its working!'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YwFeCzRXBc/TFS1mNG8_JI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Gbld-bo7AZM/s72-c/100_1167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-2862676854014745330</id><published>2010-07-31T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:55:05.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby &amp; Cake</title><content type='html'>Well, this is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to upload pictures but my freaking blogspot thing dosen't have the link to do so.&lt;br /&gt;LAME.&lt;br /&gt;So, I have the pictures, and will upload them when it decides to stop being stupid. In the mean time, go check out my facebook if you have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-2862676854014745330?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2862676854014745330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=2862676854014745330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2862676854014745330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/2862676854014745330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-cake.html' title='Baby &amp; Cake'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-6636379178745295979</id><published>2010-07-28T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T19:14:54.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little EB</title><content type='html'>I met her today!&lt;br /&gt;She is perfect!&lt;br /&gt;And tiny!&lt;br /&gt;And adorable!&lt;br /&gt;And incredibly active for an 8 day old baby!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a photo, but its on my camera, and I am at work (the twins are in bed, at long last!) and so that will have to wait! But she's sooooo cute!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900352862406460810-6636379178745295979?l=sabrinandavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6636379178745295979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900352862406460810&amp;postID=6636379178745295979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6636379178745295979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900352862406460810/posts/default/6636379178745295979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinandavid.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-eb.html' title='Little EB'/><author><name>Sab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17843242011101916105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r320/sabrinablackner/100_1772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900352862406460810.post-6033261630114711333</id><published>2010-07-23T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:06:34.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap:</title><content type='html'>Today was delightful.&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Cami.&lt;br /&gt;Discussed crafts.&lt;br /&gt;Got Whataburger.&lt;br /&gt;Picked up the Twins at Gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;They took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;I took a nap (oops! didn't mean to and it was only 15 minutes!)&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Grandparents house.&lt;br /&gt;We played.&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner that I didn't have to cook or clean up from.&lt;br /&gt;We watched Shrek.&lt;br /&gt;We took baths.&lt;br /&gt;I came home to an empty house, and get to await the arrival of my husband whilst reading in bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins were great today. There was no screaming. There was no terrorism. There was just laughing and playing and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days are great. But those other days, man. Not so great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, did I mention I'm meeting my (nanny) baby on Monday? 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