<?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-6550530044563859501</id><updated>2012-02-13T22:27:40.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The days of Sally's Life!!</title><subtitle type='html'>A Wise girl kisses but does not love, listens but does not believe and leaves before she is left. Marylin Monroe.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-7446080592062079026</id><published>2010-08-18T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T20:31:32.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>It has been almost 3 weeks since I started my new job and let me tell you I LOVE IT. It is weird to say but I can actually feel myslef getting happier!! It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders and I can acutally breathe! I have a career now, a stable good job that I am good at and I really enjoy doing! I cant tell you how greatful I am for my job! Now I just have to keep at it and curb the temptaion to go and spend my whole pay check on meaningless things and get things paid off and straighted out and I will be even happier... I can not wait! I will try to keep you all updated! Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-7446080592062079026?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/7446080592062079026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=7446080592062079026&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/7446080592062079026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/7446080592062079026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-8152528508627286093</id><published>2010-07-29T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T14:48:32.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Hello!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It has been quiet awhile since I last updated this!! There hasnt been to much going on. Went to Country Throwdown on June 12 and then to Diamond Rio and the Rodeo around the 4th. Got a new job that I start on Monday and couldnt be more excited about!! Here are some pictures of what I have been up to!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_8dZH69FXGG8/TFHnLlJIXBI/AAAAAAAAAas/aQgkCzWvoTc/s1600/DSCN0513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/TFHnLlJIXBI/AAAAAAAAAas/aQgkCzWvoTc/s320/DSCN0513.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;Karley and I&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/_8dZH69FXGG8/TFHmyOcaG6I/AAAAAAAAAac/sB-N3G3-RE4/s1600/DSCN0510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/TFHmyOcaG6I/AAAAAAAAAac/sB-N3G3-RE4/s320/DSCN0510.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;Myself, Candi and Karley at Country Throwdown&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/TFHm_-14n_I/AAAAAAAAAak/vXAgIQeJ0jU/s1600/DSCN0512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/TFHm_-14n_I/AAAAAAAAAak/vXAgIQeJ0jU/s320/DSCN0512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Candi and I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/TFHnVC3zsjI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8xOJ0wh2lTk/s1600/DSCN0519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/TFHnVC3zsjI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8xOJ0wh2lTk/s320/DSCN0519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Karley, Laci, Candi, and Shayla There wasnt a good one!&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;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/TFHneL5LI6I/AAAAAAAAAa8/gjgmkNhJxao/s1600/DSCN0531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/TFHneL5LI6I/AAAAAAAAAa8/gjgmkNhJxao/s320/DSCN0531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Candi and I at Diamond Rio&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/TFHnkppR-5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/VRFqyIOD95g/s1600/DSCN0540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/TFHnkppR-5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/VRFqyIOD95g/s320/DSCN0540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diamond Rio&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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AGAIN??) and it has been 3 consecutive days and I am SOOOO proud!! Granted I feel as though my stomach in going to deteriorate and fall out and my legs want to fall off but it is the good kinda hurt when you know that you are getting somewhere... I am really trying to keep my motivation up! With the house being crooked the weight doesnt register right on the wii, or on a scale so I can not really register what my actually weight is or how much I am loosing until I visit my Mom in her uncrooked&amp;nbsp; stable home! But that is just fine because when I weigh myself everyday or even every other day I get pissed and upset that I am not loosing as much as I want to right off the bat which leads to me saying "what the hell am I doing? I am not loosing any weight eating better or working out!! I am so DONE!!" then i eat my feelings and lay on the couch. Which will defeat the purpose of the pain I am in now. So in some way it is a good things that my house isnt level. :) I am hoping that I can maybe feel like I am tough enough to start P90X By the first part of July. That should be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-6978769199318506174?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/6978769199318506174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=6978769199318506174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/6978769199318506174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/6978769199318506174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-3rd-day.html' title='On the 3rd Day'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-9124197086072209311</id><published>2010-04-27T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T11:09:20.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Manic Monday... Well Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stole this quote from Jenn's Facebook page.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"There is a point in life when you get tired of chasing everyone and trying to fix everything but it is not that you are giving up... its realizing that you dont need certain people, the bullshit, and the drama that they bring!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/6550530044563859501-9124197086072209311?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/9124197086072209311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=9124197086072209311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/9124197086072209311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/9124197086072209311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-another-manic-monday-well-tuesday.html' title='Just another Manic Monday... Well Tuesday!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-1044902250976305282</id><published>2010-04-20T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:18:11.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Does it seem as though &lt;strike&gt;many &lt;/strike&gt;most my past posts have been titled Updates or long time no post?? it does to me. But I dont really have that exciting of a life. Most of it is just drama and things that I am not so sure about to post. ( alot ALOT of gray area.) It kinda makes me crazy. I wish that I knew what was going on so I can do things and get on with everything else in my life. Rather that being hung up on the questions that might not ever get answered or might not ever go back to the normal state of life. I havent really been up to much I feel like my life is a constant blur of parties and bar trips and I dont much like it. I am more of a home body anyways so I like to sit at home sometimes and watch TV, rent a movie, or read a book. And I am not a full time drinker either so going to the bar and hanging out with a bunch of drunks isnt the ideal fun time! Sometimes it is hilarious to see people make complete idiots of themselves though and that makes for a &lt;strike&gt;good&lt;/strike&gt; GrEaT time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; I bought my tickets to go to country throwdown on June 12 it is an all day concert with a bunch or artists. Including the one and only ERIC CHURCH!! And we all know how much I love that man! That is the main reason that I am going. It is an all day concert and the tickets were only 10 bucks!! Sweet deal! There area a few other concerts that I want to go to this summer but I know that the tickets are going to be WAY more than 10 bucks so I probably wont be doing that. But it would be so much fun to go!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I had a mouse in my house and about had a heart attack when I saw it.. Granted it was dead cuz we put out a trap but it was like half stuck in the trap but still managed to make its way into the little hole in the stove and ended up getting stuck there since the trap was much to big to fit in that tiny whole! You should have seen Candi and I freaking out when I woke up to discover the trap missing in action. We had call for reinforcements to remove the little thing cuz there was no freakin way i was going to touch it. Especially after I jumped across the room when I saw its little tail hanging out the hole! Thank HEAVENS for Dave who saved our lives!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;With Spring in full swing of things FINALLY!! &lt;strike&gt;Until the stupid snow that we are supposed to be getting any day now!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strike&gt;It makes me miss camping and riding so much more!! I want to go out! And when I do I want to be on MY 450!!Even though it is really Zac's I still helped pay for it! doesn't that count for something?? Apparently not. But I still want it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am TOTALLY irate mad with Larry H Miller Honda!! So Granted it has been quite sometime since I got the notice in the mail that my drivers side air bags were recalled, but I called and called the stupid 800 number that they have to schedule your service and left voicemail after voicemail with no call back.. then I was talking to Zac and he had this great idea why not ust stop by the dealership right?? Well I didnt know the address so I googled it and found out that you can schedule your service online so I did, I put right on the service ticket "replace drivers side air bag for recall" I received this nice email confirmation that my appointment that was for such and such date and to go to this address 7646.. I thought to myself wait a second when I looked online it said 4646! Where the sam hell am I supposed to go well I scheduled my appointment purposely on this date because Candi didnt have to work so she could take my car in well I called her and told her that I was not sure where she needed to go so she went to both places and guess what?? The address that they told me to go to on the email there is nothing there at all!! Then she gets to the dealership and the front desk lady tells her to pull the car back into the garage and they lift my hood like they are going to change my oil.. I DIDNT need my oil changed you idiots!! Candi stopped them before they started doing that and told the service man what she was there for and the guy asked her if she ordered a part for it.. Well NO I was not aware that I needed to order a part.. So he ordered it then and will replace it when it comes... Believe you me they are going to hear about this from me!! I am not happy at all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I also went for about a 3 mile walk with Candi yesterday! It was so nice to be outside in the sunshine trying to get a tan! LOL But that is all that is going on in my crazy little life right now. So sorry for the boring no picture post.. Loves&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-1044902250976305282?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/1044902250976305282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=1044902250976305282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/1044902250976305282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/1044902250976305282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2010/04/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-3615615187739126766</id><published>2010-03-30T15:53:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:15:54.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracy Lawrence!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday I went to the Tracy Lawrence concert with 2 of my bestest friends!! It was so much fun!! I was standing in the right place at the right time and was able to get a meet and greet pass!! It was so cool meeting Tracy! But of course I forgot my camera and I couldn't find Brittany who had hers to get a picture with him. But he signed a picture for me and Candi's Boot! I stole all the following pictures from Brittany! as you will see we had FUN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7JzxxqRMyI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_XGTLdYrFdg/s1600/Candi+N+I+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7JzxxqRMyI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_XGTLdYrFdg/s320/Candi+N+I+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454549397680501538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candi and I on the way to the Concert!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J0OoLmZHI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Rl8CNmR_aNA/s1600/Shots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J0OoLmZHI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Rl8CNmR_aNA/s320/Shots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454549893352154226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Shots of the Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J0Obcl_II/AAAAAAAAAZI/eNKT0vASXUk/s1600/Sally+n+Tracy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J0Obcl_II/AAAAAAAAAZI/eNKT0vASXUk/s320/Sally+n+Tracy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454549889933769858" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;After I meet Tracy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J0OKoMejI/AAAAAAAAAZA/B8myPvm_DtA/s1600/sally+n+candi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J0OKoMejI/AAAAAAAAAZA/B8myPvm_DtA/s320/sally+n+candi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454549885419026994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Candi and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J0Bjlhn3I/AAAAAAAAAY4/LuJ-grn_rko/s1600/sally+n+brit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J0Bjlhn3I/AAAAAAAAAY4/LuJ-grn_rko/s320/sally+n+brit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454549668780416882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J0BMgUQ1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/Tct3R8lb3Ws/s1600/me+n+brit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J0BMgUQ1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/Tct3R8lb3Ws/s320/me+n+brit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454549662584554322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Brittany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J0A1qNeaI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cgDhbnQyCGM/s1600/girls+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J0A1qNeaI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cgDhbnQyCGM/s320/girls+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454549656452037026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toward the end of the night.. My hair is starting to go curly because it was so hot in there!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J0ATv9LuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/c1mKBldaMoI/s1600/girls+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J0ATv9LuI/AAAAAAAAAYg/c1mKBldaMoI/s320/girls+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454549647349329634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the stage&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7Jz_5FrLqI/AAAAAAAAAYY/KtAAKy7OZE0/s1600/girls+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7Jz_5FrLqI/AAAAAAAAAYY/KtAAKy7OZE0/s320/girls+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454549640192667298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the stage with some wired dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7JzzLPXydI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/YbeRGF_XpeI/s1600/girls+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7JzzLPXydI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/YbeRGF_XpeI/s320/girls+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454549421726878162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7JzyOMA4iI/AAAAAAAAAYA/o4x36buWuK0/s1600/Girls+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7JzyOMA4iI/AAAAAAAAAYA/o4x36buWuK0/s320/Girls+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454549405338231330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7Jzyx6ShOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/E2oiKR2q7J8/s1600/Girls+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7Jzyx6ShOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/E2oiKR2q7J8/s320/Girls+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454549414927566050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us Girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7Jzxji_F3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/kNtoC6RYEoM/s1600/brit+n+candi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7Jzxji_F3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/kNtoC6RYEoM/s320/brit+n+candi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454549393891858290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brittany and Candi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J070K02_I/AAAAAAAAAZw/L_ezXiILkZs/s1600/tracy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J070K02_I/AAAAAAAAAZw/L_ezXiILkZs/s320/tracy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454550669664246770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J0PEhrp0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/NioObiR2Pvg/s1600/tracy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J0PEhrp0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/NioObiR2Pvg/s320/tracy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454549900960966466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J0PUim8GI/AAAAAAAAAZg/yIuE2LWnjFk/s1600/tracy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7J0PUim8GI/AAAAAAAAAZg/yIuE2LWnjFk/s320/tracy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454549905259819106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tracy Lawrence!! We were like front row!! I could have reached out and touched him we were so close.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6550530044563859501-3615615187739126766?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/3615615187739126766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=3615615187739126766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/3615615187739126766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/3615615187739126766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2010/03/tracy-lawrence.html' title='Tracy Lawrence!!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S7JzxxqRMyI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_XGTLdYrFdg/s72-c/Candi+N+I+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-5849466543959445346</id><published>2010-03-23T09:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T09:50:15.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I do have a backbone so PLEASE Dont walk on me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss my old life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am being taken advantage of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manipulated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HATE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel as strong and as comfortable as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont see it happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter is next weekend. Starting of the camping/riding season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont be involved. OR if I am I dont have a bike to ride anymore I dont have a trailer to stay in anymore or someone to cuddle up next to and keep warm in the tent with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did everything get so messed up?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6550530044563859501-5849466543959445346?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/5849466543959445346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=5849466543959445346&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/5849466543959445346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/5849466543959445346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-do-have-backbone-so-please-dont-walk.html' title='I do have a backbone so PLEASE Dont walk on me!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-54405773101511557</id><published>2010-03-18T09:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:04:13.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some Pictures Finally I know of the things that I have been up too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S6JHvYClaFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MDKH2gv9-BY/s1600-h/DSCN0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S6JHvYClaFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MDKH2gv9-BY/s320/DSCN0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449997378304436306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Chris Cagle Concert. Which was lame and that is why I am taking pictures in the bathroom stall! Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S6JIWYFbC4I/AAAAAAAAAWw/6AcS2i3uFsk/s1600-h/DSCN0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S6JIWYFbC4I/AAAAAAAAAWw/6AcS2i3uFsk/s320/DSCN0448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449998048331238274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chirs Cagle again.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S6JKo_WroeI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ac5WXU2a-1Y/s1600-h/DSCN0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S6JKo_WroeI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ac5WXU2a-1Y/s320/DSCN0454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450000567133512162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Birthday.. Why cant I turn this image.??&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S6JKpRsI5BI/AAAAAAAAAXA/PhiyQ53y7WE/s1600-h/DSCN0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S6JKpRsI5BI/AAAAAAAAAXA/PhiyQ53y7WE/s320/DSCN0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450000572055348242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason's Cousin (sorry I dont remember yout name..) Jason, Kim and Chelsea at my Birfday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S6JKp18uA5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/Wd0NhbOPlqU/s1600-h/DSCN0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S6JKp18uA5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/Wd0NhbOPlqU/s320/DSCN0458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450000581788566418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandi, Josh and Me. Yay I am 24!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S6JNyER6j4I/AAAAAAAAAXo/gnBRxSVwm2A/s1600-h/DSCN0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S6JNyER6j4I/AAAAAAAAAXo/gnBRxSVwm2A/s320/DSCN0463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450004021609402242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made this blanket for Debbie Baker in memory of her son Scott who passed away March 12, 2010. With the help of Candi, Laci, Penny and Becky to hopefully bring her comfort in years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S6JNww3z-TI/AAAAAAAAAXY/TdWXa8C2iQs/s1600-h/DSCN0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S6JNww3z-TI/AAAAAAAAAXY/TdWXa8C2iQs/s320/DSCN0459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450003999219775794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S6JNxt-2eCI/AAAAAAAAAXg/f2X0JpSUg-s/s1600-h/DSCN0462.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Carseat Canopy.&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/6550530044563859501-54405773101511557?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/54405773101511557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=54405773101511557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/54405773101511557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/54405773101511557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-some-stuff.html' title='Just some stuff.'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/S6JHvYClaFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MDKH2gv9-BY/s72-c/DSCN0447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-5599489336800293674</id><published>2010-03-04T14:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:51:53.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Things</title><content type='html'>I stole this Idea from Becky's Blog LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Things you've never been asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What color is your toothbrush?&lt;br /&gt;Purple and White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name three people who made you smile today:&lt;br /&gt;Richard Roman (a borrower who calls in everyday and makes me smile) Holly and Candi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing at 8 am this morning:&lt;br /&gt;Walking to the gas station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Taking candi to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite candy bar?&lt;br /&gt;All of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever been in a fist fight?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, Unless you count play fighting with my bros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;br /&gt;Prolly whats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;Either Cherry Choc chip or Mint Choc Chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you like your wallet?&lt;br /&gt;Love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the last thing you ate!&lt;br /&gt;Fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you bought any new clothing items this week?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.. Broke. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The last sporting event you watched?&lt;br /&gt;The Olympics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;I had Cheddar popcorn once and it was SOOO good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?&lt;br /&gt;Colby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever gone camping?&lt;br /&gt;All the Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you take vitamins daily?&lt;br /&gt;No. Maybe I should start doing that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you go to church every Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;About every other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you have a tan?&lt;br /&gt;I wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?&lt;br /&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What did your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;working. LAME &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Do you drink coffee&lt;br /&gt;No Usually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Look to your left what do you see.&lt;br /&gt;A wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What color is your watch?&lt;br /&gt;Silver and then one has a buncha colors on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your birthstone?&lt;br /&gt;Amethyst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?&lt;br /&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;Um... 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who's the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Holly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How many states have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;1 Silly old Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Biggest annoyance right now?&lt;br /&gt;Rent.. Its due tomorrow I dont wanna pay it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Last song listened to?&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds are a Girls best friend from the Moulin Rouge Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Can you say the alphabet backwards?&lt;br /&gt;If I am looking at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you have a maid service clean your house?&lt;br /&gt;Nope Dont want one either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time?&lt;br /&gt;MY red high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Are you jealous of anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. Kinda..  I aint telling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Is anyone jealous of you&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.Do you love anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Heck Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do any of your friends have children?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What do you usually do during the day?&lt;br /&gt;Work Work all week long punching that clock dusk til dawn. Shot of tequila beer on ice.. No but really I work and vegg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you hate anyone that you know right now?&lt;br /&gt;No okay maybe a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you use the word 'hello' daily?&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What color is your car?&lt;br /&gt;silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you like cats?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Are you thinking about someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever been to Six Flags?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am aware of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. How did you get your worst scar?&lt;br /&gt;On my finger.. When I cut it off with a Rotary cutter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-5599489336800293674?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/5599489336800293674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=5599489336800293674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/5599489336800293674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/5599489336800293674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2010/03/50-things.html' title='50 Things'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-7118479002413166257</id><published>2010-02-24T09:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:18:27.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Snow!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish it was sunny outside rather than SNOWING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do a snow angel. And every time I am around Mountains of snow (ok not mountains but lots of snow) I think about how cold I will be the rest of the day while Im ice fishing (FREEZING) and how much I would annoy people by complaining and I change my mind (chicken WAY out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that it is supposed to snow on Saturday.. (please dont snow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candi and I had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"girls night"&lt;/span&gt; last night with Ryan being sick and all we decided to do something fun like paint our toenails.. Turns out we laugh ALOT when we hang out! Stayed up waayy to late, ended up going back to Wal mart at like 11:00 to get polish. It was alot of fun and my toes are SOO Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell like Bacon which is fine because I love bacon but it makes me crave it all day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My High heel got caught in my pants twice today and I almost fell TWICE. But I Love these pants and I havent been able to fit in them for about a Year and a half because of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thunder thighs&lt;/span&gt; and I could never get them to fit right and look cute until now!! Whoot!! I have lost alot around my thighs I wish it would all just go away and I would stop being so dang lazy and work out. Oh Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopefully getting money back from my taxes this year! YAY pay off some bills!! I only have 3 more payments on my car then I will officially own it!! Wow never thought I would be 24 and not have a car payment. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Dyed (Ooops sorry Tim) I mean Colored my hair&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; RED!!&lt;/span&gt; I am so in love with it you dont even know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a pig. For a pet. And I would name him Bacon. And I would love him forever. And No I would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; kill him for Food. EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where this post started to go all random with my crazy thoughts but here you go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/span&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/6550530044563859501-7118479002413166257?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/7118479002413166257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=7118479002413166257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/7118479002413166257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/7118479002413166257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2010/02/stupid-snow.html' title='Stupid Snow!!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-2835824381889118224</id><published>2010-02-22T14:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:00:32.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoot whoot!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So My birthday is in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;5 days!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whooooo Im excited! I know its lame that I am so excited but I am! &lt;/span&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/6550530044563859501-2835824381889118224?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/2835824381889118224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=2835824381889118224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/2835824381889118224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/2835824381889118224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2010/02/whoot-whoot.html' title='Whoot whoot!!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-2782930579056099161</id><published>2010-01-27T11:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:01:16.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its funny how one comment can change you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As most of you are aware I have been in this sorta funk lately. My moods have been all over the place to ragging mad to bawling to laughing in matters of minutes. It has not been fun. Honestly it is kinda tiresome. But today it has all changed by one simple comment some man that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even know said to me. I answered the phone like I do normally and was greeted but a happy man asking me how my day was and if I was in a good mood.. I gave him standard answers like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; good and sure and he said well change that to of course because &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You will never see today again so you might as well enjoy it while its here.&lt;/span&gt; WOW!! Slap me in the face right now! How did this man that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; even know who I am know that this is exactly what I needed to here. That I cant go back and change yesterday but I can change how yesterday is effecting me today. Right then and there my mood changed and for the better. So I jotted this little quote down on a post it and now it is hanging above my phone so I can remember that always. I have always been a quote girl and they always seem to hit me somewhere that even I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand and the one that has been circling around lately is this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;" I make mistakes, I am out of control and sometimes hard to handle. But if you cant handle me at my worst then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="GenericStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Be very careful if you  make a woman cry, because God counts her tears. The woman came out of a man's  rib, not from his feet to be walked on, not from his head to be superior, but  from his side to be equal! Under the arm to be protected, &amp;amp; next to the  heart to be loved."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My life is pretty boring so I don't take many photos or I would post them.. But when I do something eventful Like go to the Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cagle&lt;/span&gt; Concert on the 4Th or My birthday party on the 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; (31 days 8 hours and 58 mins) I will try to remember to take pictures and post them.. Until then you get my lazy no picture posts :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6550530044563859501-2782930579056099161?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/2782930579056099161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=2782930579056099161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/2782930579056099161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/2782930579056099161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-funny-how-one-comment-can-change.html' title='Its funny how one comment can change you'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-2518451339753562455</id><published>2010-01-22T09:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T09:30:48.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Ok??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I am secretly Jealous of many of my friends?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happily Married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are moving into&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; houses&lt;/span&gt; that they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who have cute toddler &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; 23 (almost 24 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;) Divorced, living pay check to pay check barely making ends meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention having BABIES??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&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/6550530044563859501-2518451339753562455?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/2518451339753562455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=2518451339753562455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/2518451339753562455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/2518451339753562455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-ok.html' title='Is it Ok??'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-4118561723259410259</id><published>2010-01-12T14:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:18:41.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2</title><content type='html'>We are on week 2 of the new year and I have already failed on most my resolutions. But Im still not going to give up and keep at it. :) I have only worked out twice.. Not to good but I am still trying.. My plan is to work out tonight too.. I must get into is gradually so I dont hurt myself is what I keep saying. It would be much easier if I had someone to do it with me but now that Candi is working nights or busy I do it myslef.. Oh well right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to write in my journal again.. I do this all the time and I only have about 10 journals. LOL but I really think that this might help me channel some of my negative energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have been thinking about the things that define me as a person. Because for so long I was always just Zac's wife. Or so and so's friend, and I dont want to be that I want to be the one who stands out in the crowds and not a tag along to someone elses name. So while I was thinking about this I thought I would tell you some of the things that I think define me as a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;I am a true believer of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an undying love for my Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am my Daddy's favorite daughter... And guess what he is my favorite Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers are my strength. I rely on them for so much.. I dont even think they know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a hard worker. It makes it hard for me when I have nothing to do all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rely on the comfort of people who know me so I dont usually walk up and talk to someone I dont know. Im not a bitch Im shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dark chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think that is it important for everyone to take some time out every once in a while and get to know themselves again. Weither it be listing out things they love, hate, like, disapprove of, want to change and anything about themsleves it helps you not forget who you are so you dont just remember yourself as this person's wife, mother, daughter, sister, brother, husband, or friend. So i challange you to do it too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-4118561723259410259?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/4118561723259410259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=4118561723259410259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/4118561723259410259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/4118561723259410259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-2.html' title='Week 2'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-5907574366248528887</id><published>2010-01-06T11:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:44:24.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nappy Yew Hear!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those who dont know what that means.. Happy New Year!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new years resolution it to follow all my new years resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Top 10 2010 Bucket List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Work out everyday! I started on Sunday doing the WII fit. It kicks your butt I aint gonna lie! But Unfortunately I was sick on Monday and Tuesday so I need to work out extra hard today. When I got on the board it said that I have lost 25 pouns since the last time I did it which was Bout a year ago.. But I think that it lies cuz our floor isnt level. I think I have only lost about 10 or 15 Which is still good. I decided though that this year instead of setting a goal like I am going to lose 50 pounds... I tend to get frustrated and anxious because I am not meeting the goal so this year it is to work out everyday and get in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Try to not get so irritated with EVERYTHING!! Atkinson Trait I am trying to break here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop drinking so much Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do something crazy once a month.  Help keep me sane I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Give Blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Try foods I would never ever eat before.. I have already done some of this.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Get a Tan! A good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Talk about my feelings rather than holding them all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Go to bed at a decent time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hope that 2010 is better..Much better than 2009 was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6550530044563859501-5907574366248528887?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/5907574366248528887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=5907574366248528887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/5907574366248528887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/5907574366248528887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2010/01/nappy-yew-hear.html' title='Nappy Yew Hear!!!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-4245824700634266165</id><published>2009-12-30T12:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:30:42.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; been up to much lately.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; was so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been helping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; move his stuff to his brothers and some of my stuff too until I get room at my Dad and Moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were moving I saw my mother in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things did NOT go over well.. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; speak to me... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; speak to her... Her feelings were hurt and so were mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He yelled at his Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT GOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Speak when you are angry... You will make the best speech you will ever regret."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to understand where she is coming from in the way that I feel she acts towards me and I cant understand. I know that she is hurt and upset about what is going on but so am and so is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to understand. I need perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a mother. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what it is like to be protect over your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am not perfect and I am to blame as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to protect the people that I love by not showing many of my true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could all be grown ups and act mature about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking chairs, burning pictures may only give you temporary satisfaction. It will still hurt when its all broken and the flames are put out. Then you will be stuck with the memory of the memory you could have had evidence of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I ever do to you??&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/6550530044563859501-4245824700634266165?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/4245824700634266165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=4245824700634266165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/4245824700634266165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/4245824700634266165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/12/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-8053691028128278634</id><published>2009-12-22T09:07:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:29:26.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it forward</title><content type='html'>I have been having a rough time getting into the Holiday spirit this year.. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know if its because I am broke and can not give gifts the way that I normally do or if it the pending divorce, Or the fact that my apartment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; have enough room (or outlets) for me to put up my tree and all my pretty decorations! Usually I am the person at Christmas that everyone hates because I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt; with the Joy of the season, my tree up and everything decorated the day after thanksgiving, my shopping done early so I avoid crowds. (sometimes I make myself sick thinking about it) There is nothing wrong with loving this season. I have always loved this time of year. All the laughter and happiness, the cold, the lights, everything! This year It came to quickly for me and I have not been in the best of moods... a little bit of a Ba Hum bug, Until today... I went to the gas station as usual this morning normally I get a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pepsi&lt;/span&gt; and be on my way, today it is a little chilly Like what 28 degrees?? so I decided on getting a coffee, some gum and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pepsi&lt;/span&gt; (can live without it, 100% addicted) as I was waiting in line for the woman in front of me to finish paying I was off in la la land she left and I went to pay, the cashier said that woman that just left already paid for your coffee! I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt; with the feeling of gratitude and holiday spirit I wanted to cry! This woman who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; even know me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; know the situation that I am in, that out of the kindness of her heart paid for me! It was just the pick me up that I needed today! So I want to say THANK YOU mystery woman Thank you!! You have done so much without even knowing it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-8053691028128278634?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/8053691028128278634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=8053691028128278634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8053691028128278634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8053691028128278634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/12/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay it forward'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-5423655309587789339</id><published>2009-12-14T10:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:37:09.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>Today is a hard day. Zac invited me to his family Christmas party.. I dont know if I should go.. I want to but at the same time I dont. I dont know what to do. I am sick of everyone around me telling me that I am selfish because I want to be happy. Ok not everyone but one person.. I am lost and confused that I am missing out on the life that I should have had. The life that I chose to have and the life that was taken away from me because I wasnt worth loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do deserve to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM WORTH LOVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6550530044563859501-5423655309587789339?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/5423655309587789339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=5423655309587789339&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/5423655309587789339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/5423655309587789339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/12/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-1129931914389235631</id><published>2009-12-10T11:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T12:03:21.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rise and FALL...</title><content type='html'>So Monday as I was walking out to my car in what was it 18 degrees weather chatting with Jen about how cold it has gotten minding my own business... Out pops this slab of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BLACK ICE!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and BAM down I went! Just like that I fell smashed my left hip and knee and shoulder into the ground!! Then I rolled over and laughed! I fell on the ice ha ha Jen asks "are you ok?? by the way that was a graceful funny fall and if I had a Camera we would have been millionaires!!" Okay so it was funny until I got in my car and drove home.. Getting outta my car was another story! Pain!! So much pain! I feel like I am about 710 years old!! My left side hurts! (of all sides my left one had to be it right?) If it werent for the fact that I have a suitcase sized purse that I had flug over my sholder I probably would have smacked my head on the aspahlt! Thanks goodness!! I am okay sort of I am still sore and in alot of pain! But I am good.. Thought I should share my funny falling story with y'all!! Merry CHRISTMAS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-1129931914389235631?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/1129931914389235631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=1129931914389235631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/1129931914389235631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/1129931914389235631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/12/rise-and-fall.html' title='The rise and FALL...'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-7435375929113642315</id><published>2009-12-08T10:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:36:03.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;           &lt;div&gt;           &lt;p class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;One day a woman's husband died, and           on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife           was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't           "anymore". No more hugs, no more special moments to           celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more           "just one minute." Sometimes, what we care about the most           gets all used up and goes away, never to return before we can say           good-bye, say"I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;So while we have           it, it's best we love it, care for it, fix it when it's broken and           heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage......And old cars...           And children with bad report cards, and dogs with bad hips, and aging           parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it,           because we are worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;Some things we           keep -- like a best friend who moved away or a sister-in-law after           divorce. There are just some things that make us happy, no matter           what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;Life is           important, like people we know who are special.. And so, we keep them           close!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;Suppose           one morning you never wake up, do all your friends know you love           them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;I was           thinking...I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered           if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed           rekindling or three words needing to be said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;Let every one of           your friends know you love them. Even if you think they don't love           you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a           smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Wingdings; color: navy;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;can do.            And just in case I'm gone tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;I LOVE YA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;Live today           because tomorrow is not promised.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-7435375929113642315?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/7435375929113642315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=7435375929113642315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/7435375929113642315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/7435375929113642315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/12/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-6506903820038595054</id><published>2009-12-01T11:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:17:15.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weckers</title><content type='html'>I was listening to the Wreckers the other day while I was sewing and they sing a song called Stand Still Look Pretty. And I know the whole song, every word. (no lie) but I never really listened to it.. I sang it the first time and as the words came out of my mouth I went wait... What?? Here is the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to paint my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And pretend that I am someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sometimes I get so fed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't even want to look at myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But people have problems that are worse than mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't want you to think I'm complaining all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I hate the way you look at me I have to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish I could start over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am slowly falling apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You might think it's easy being me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You just stand still, look pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I find myself shaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And then it hits me and I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Even believe this is my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But people have problems that are worse than mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't want you to think I'm complaining all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I wish that everyone would go and shut their mouths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not strong enough to deal with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am slowly falling apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  You might think it's easy being me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  You just stand still, look pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really was struck but the words. It made me feel good for some reason. That it is okay that I am complaining about my life. That I dont need to feel bad that millions of people out there have more problems and worse problems than me and here I am complaining all the time but it is okay. People love me and care about me and it is okay for me to do more than stand still and look pretty. Now I dont really know for sure what this song means but it makes me feel better about all the complaining that I have been doing. And that is all that really matters. Well not all but you get my drift right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use my blog more as a journal than anything else really, mainly because I feel that the people who read it are A) people who really care about my life.. AKA my family and my friends.. or B) people who want to talk about my life... which means that you care about it :) I have tried to not be fluffy with it either, and this is why. I love my family and my friends and I feel that if you are going to take the time outta your day to read about my life you care and you deserve the truth about how I am feeling and what is going on, I dont do it to make anyone worry about me or to feel bad for me, that is not what I want. It is hard to talk about it and to hash out my feelings like this sometimes but it really does help out. I am constantly looking back at my post and reading them and re-reading them. It helps me cope. I am the type of person who holds all my feelings inside until I blow up, I dont tell people how I feel. I dont think that it matters. Not because I think that people dont care about me cuz I do. It is because I dont feel like it is going to change anything. Maybe I am worng.. It is something that I have struggled with my whole life. Call it a fault call it a strength. It is both. Posting my feelings here is easier. Cuz its a secret still... (not really) but if people dont read it then it is. And it feels like I am just writting stuff down to be tucked away cuz I am not face to face with someone. I dont know if that makes and sence but it does to me. I may be slowling falling apart, and I may be going crazy. But I am OK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6550530044563859501-6506903820038595054?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/6506903820038595054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=6506903820038595054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/6506903820038595054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/6506903820038595054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/12/weckers.html' title='The Weckers'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-2649424398040034028</id><published>2009-11-30T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:28:33.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ERIC CHURCH!!</title><content type='html'>WAS AMAZING!!!!! Candi and I went to see him out the Outlaw Saloon in Ogden and he was so awesome!! and I of course forgot my camera... Oops. But it was so cool!! Just wanted to let y'all know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-2649424398040034028?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/2649424398040034028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=2649424398040034028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/2649424398040034028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/2649424398040034028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/11/eric-church.html' title='ERIC CHURCH!!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-7113990514208869080</id><published>2009-11-30T10:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:09:15.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to be slapped</title><content type='html'>I think that I need to have something pounded into my head... The simple fact that not matter how hard I try I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cannot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;please everyone. I cannot make everyone happy. And I let it get to me. And I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to stop it... So Will some one please knock some sense in&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me PUHLEASE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6550530044563859501-7113990514208869080?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/7113990514208869080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=7113990514208869080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/7113990514208869080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/7113990514208869080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-to-be-slapped.html' title='I need to be slapped'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-3368365642310854267</id><published>2009-11-25T12:50:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:15:49.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials</title><content type='html'>Our character is not measured by the amount of good times that we have, it is measured by if we are still standing after the bad times have destroyed our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was thinking about that statement today and all of the trials that I have been through over the last couple of months and I giggle a little cuz no one wants to go through all of the bad time to figure out if they have good character. But trials are trials weather they be big or small. 90% of life is crap and the other 10% is how we let it affect our lives. I am having a hard day today because some of the things that have been happening and I think to myself how much worse is it going to get before it starts to get better? I am not strong enough to take all this on... Why me?? I want to give up. I may think that I am not as strong as everyone keeps telling I am. But why? Why dont I think that I am strong enough to deal with all of this? I still get out of bed every morning. I still am living my life, talking to my friends, I have to keep doing this to keep my head up. Be stronger than the pain I feel. So why is it that I think I cant take it on? Look chaos right in the face and tell it to F off?? (pardon my french) But really. I am a strong person. I can handle this... Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesnt kill you really does make you stronger. You live you love you learn. One day at at time. Dont make the same mistake twice. Basically all that I am trying to say is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just keep SWIMMING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-3368365642310854267?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/3368365642310854267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=3368365642310854267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/3368365642310854267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/3368365642310854267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/11/trials.html' title='Trials'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-1681073491679622666</id><published>2009-11-24T10:18:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:30:21.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>I was Tagged by Becky this is how it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your Photos folder&lt;br /&gt;Take the tenth picture &lt;br /&gt;Tell the story of the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SwwWut4sP_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/iKaKLczAiuk/s1600/DSCN0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SwwWut4sP_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/iKaKLczAiuk/s320/DSCN0321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407722244412293106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candi and I when we went to Red Robin with Brandi for Dinner.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;Brittany&lt;br /&gt;Lydia&lt;br /&gt;Karyn&lt;br /&gt;Jadie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-1681073491679622666?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/1681073491679622666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=1681073491679622666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/1681073491679622666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/1681073491679622666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/11/tage.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SwwWut4sP_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/iKaKLczAiuk/s72-c/DSCN0321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-294876665092872836</id><published>2009-11-17T10:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:26:09.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such and Ugly Emotion...</title><content type='html'>Jealousy! It is THE UGLIEST EMOTION out there!! And it does not and will not ever look good on me... I have been over come with this emotion today and it is making me do and say things that I hate!! I am sick to my stomach jealousy PLEASE PLEASE go away!! This stupid emotion can turn you into hateful and mean and make you lie, cheat, and steal, and that is just to other people... I hate this stupid feeling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-294876665092872836?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/294876665092872836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=294876665092872836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/294876665092872836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/294876665092872836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/11/such-and-ugly-emotion.html' title='Such and Ugly Emotion...'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-6663177787608857439</id><published>2009-11-13T10:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:51:10.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My name should be Procrastination...</title><content type='html'>I couple of weeks ago... Okay well like 2 months ago a guy at my work burned me the P90X work out DVD's. I went and I bought the Tube thingy like a stretch band... You all know what I am talking about.. Anyways I was all gung ho about starting the work out!! Then I left Zac and I told myself that I would do it even more now cuz I need to lose this weight, then the stress and everything made me lose a little weight (15 pounds Whoot) and my clothes fit better and such but I stopped losing weight well except places that I dont want to lose it like my rear and my chest.. I still have it all in my thighs, my stomach, my arms, and my face.. But I decided that I need to start feeling better about myself and having higher self esteem (its amazing the realization that you get from no sleep and watching 28 day.. the one with Sandra Bullock where she goes to rehab)if I was going to expect anyone to want to be around me and like me or love me I needed to like and love myself first. So I am going to make a goal with myself (again) to start P90X!! and I am going to post on here and let you all know how it is going to help me stay motivated! I have quite a bit to lose and it is going to be rough.. I hope I can make it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho I am doing okay. Everyday is a challenge and you never really know what it going to send you into fits of tears. I had a pretty bad day yesterday and I just cried to Brittany while decorating her Moms tree while I was thinking that the Holidays are here and it is going to be harder than I expected to be alone. I feel like an emotional wreck all the time! I don't think I realized how hard it is to not call him everyday or text him when something happens, I had never left someone who I had shared the past 4 years of everything with. The littlest things effect me in the worst ways, simple things like Austin and Karley getting engaged!! I am so happy for them, but the thoughts that I am not going to be a part of it, That I cant share this special time with people that I love because I am not a part of that family anymore. I cried for 2 days. I miss my friends that I used to see every single weekend. I miss my in law family. Today isn't looking like such a good day either.. On a lighter note I am doing a lot better with not pulling my hair out! My Mohawk is getting longer and now it just makes it even harder to do my hair.. It just stands straight up!! I look like I have weird layers in the back too, mainly because it doesn't straighten very well. I have a sliver in my finger tip that I cant get out and I have heartburn.. Other than that I am happy that it is Friday and hopefully I can do some fun things this weekend. Loves &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-6663177787608857439?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/6663177787608857439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=6663177787608857439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/6663177787608857439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/6663177787608857439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-name-should-be-procrastination.html' title='My name should be Procrastination...'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-1058470244434504747</id><published>2009-11-09T09:30:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:13:34.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of the Things..</title><content type='html'>I was reading Becky's blog the other day and she was talking about all of the things she is grateful for, Then Today Lyndi posted a thing that said that she was going to post a comment everyday about something that she is grateful for on facebook, and it made me think about all the things that are going on in my life that have shadowed all the things that I am grateful for in my life. When I really should be thinking about them... So with the Thanksgiving Holiday right around the corner I thought I would take a time out and tell you some of the things I am grateful for.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Job. Being Laid off helps you really appreciate working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother.. She has taught me so much in life, and she still lets me cry on her shoulder when I do the things that she has told me not to.. Plus she loves me. I am her little Lady Bug!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Car!! Thank heavens that you still run!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Wonderful brothers. They love and care unbelievable amounts about me!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Little apartment.. :) Enough said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea, Because no matter how I am feeling she tells me that she is proud of me!! It means more than anyone will ever understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trever, Baylee, Cody, Evan, Chaia, Gen, Gilly, Rylee, Camri, and Sawyer... Cuz I love you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text Messaging... It is just great isnt it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook... This one is a love hate... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia, Nichole and Traci. I could not have picked out better matches for my brothers to be married to! Thank you for not only having as your family but letting me be your friend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candi.. Your my bestie! You make me do crazy things that I am grateful for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friends who have stood by me and love me and want to be there for me in my hard time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad! You are my hero and I love you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Girls.. Hilarius!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people in Zacs family who still love me and consider me family still.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac. Because you helped me out and your not being an ass all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ipod!! Cuz I can listen to what I want when I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.. Because no matter what he always knows.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last hour of the day where you get so much done because it DRAGS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of you who have been there for me and helped me when I needed you!! I hope that I can provide the same help to you!! I love you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love: its the only force strong enough to turn an enemy into a friend."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-1058470244434504747?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/1058470244434504747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=1058470244434504747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/1058470244434504747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/1058470244434504747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-of-things.html' title='Some of the Things..'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-8230293004608128169</id><published>2009-11-05T12:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:48:02.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution!!! I am venting.</title><content type='html'>I am so sick of the DRAMA that has so rapidly taken over my life in the past month or so I could just die!! I am so sick of this feeling of wanting to throw a temper tantrum like a 2 year old every day, I am sick of feeling like I am getting somewhere peaceful and happy and having it ripped from my grasp, I am sick of feeling like I am not good enough when I know that I am, I am so sick of not wanting to get my ass out of bed because it hurts to bad to be awake, I am sick of the feeling of betrayal and being walked on by the some of the people who you love and trust the most, I am sick of disappointment, heartache, pain, crying til I throw up, And I am so so sick of not having someone to talk to anymore who understands exactly where I am at because I am being overshadowed by "THE DRAMA"!!! Thanks for listening... I dont feel better but It feels good to have it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-8230293004608128169?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/8230293004608128169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=8230293004608128169&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8230293004608128169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8230293004608128169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/11/caution-i-am-venting.html' title='Caution!!! I am venting.'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-6085010312908303313</id><published>2009-10-22T14:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:10:13.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I never understood...</title><content type='html'>Why they charge you more money when you put more toppings on a hamburger or any food for that matter, but they dont charge you less when you take toppings off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody know why that is??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-6085010312908303313?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/6085010312908303313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=6085010312908303313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/6085010312908303313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/6085010312908303313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-i-never-understood.html' title='Something I never understood...'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-3794929850410329993</id><published>2009-10-15T11:02:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:36:41.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremely Personal Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I have had this post saved for awhile now. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; personal and I am not sure if I was ready to put it out there yet, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want the gossip to start and crazy assumptions to be made about my life. I also didn't want to hurt feelings or be thought of as a horrible person for my choices. I understand that there are many people who are going to be affected by this in a negative way and that is not my intentions to do so, I love my family more than anything in the world and I can only hope that because of this they will still consider me their family too. Please remember that I am reaching out on a limb here in hope that venting will help me deal with a hard decision in my life and I don't want to be the topic of conversation on how my life is falling apart. Please be respectful of my feelings. Here is goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know I have had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my mind the past couple of weeks and it seems like I am hitting a wall, physically and emotionally. I know that there are going to be hard times and that my decision to leave a bad situation was the hardest that I have ever had to make in my life but it is for the best. I am finally feeling as though I can be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even though I have to hurt and cry and hurt someone else in the process it will all work out. Believe me it is hard when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;realization&lt;/span&gt; hits and he discovered that life really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; that bad and that I really did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt; to be treated better. And it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Extremely hard&lt;/span&gt; sometimes to come home to my one bedroom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; I am living with my best friend and climb into my twin bed, but I am doing it and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; happy. I laugh all the time!! I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think that anyone, NOT ONE Person should have to deal with some of the stuff that I have had to in the past 3 years of my life, granted I love my husband so so much but just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; you love and care about someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; mean that they love you and care about you in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; how sad I was til I made the decision to leave, and now I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; how important life is, until someone that you love dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; how much you want children, until you no longer have the option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; how hard it is to talk about this, until you have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is to short to live in the shadows, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt; like you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; like you have never been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;, And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dance  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like you do when nobody is Watching!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6550530044563859501-3794929850410329993?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/3794929850410329993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=3794929850410329993&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/3794929850410329993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/3794929850410329993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/10/extremely-personal-thoughts.html' title='Extremely Personal Thoughts'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-8299779949290986833</id><published>2009-10-14T09:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:38:09.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Right smack dab in the middle of my Nightmare!!</title><content type='html'>So last night Candi and Dusty thought that it would be fun if we went to a Haunted house.. Well... They were wrong. I cant believe that I said yes in the first place and was all cool about it! It was Candi and I, Dusty and Devyn and then some of their friends and we went to Nightmare on 13th We had $3.00 off coupon. It was fun until we got there. Candi ran into the wall and Devyn jumped so high and flung himself into the wall that was pretty funny.. And guess what?? If you keep your wrist band on til next Wednesday you get back in for FREE!! And of course who can pass up free? So we are going back and I am going to be just as terrified!! Oh well... Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-8299779949290986833?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/8299779949290986833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=8299779949290986833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8299779949290986833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8299779949290986833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/10/right-smack-dab-in-middle-of-my.html' title='Right smack dab in the middle of my Nightmare!!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-4084585915719435367</id><published>2009-10-13T09:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:05:07.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I was here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/StSeB2EVmLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/gR0p08gubNI/s1600-h/Hawaii+2009+M+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/StSeB2EVmLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/gR0p08gubNI/s320/Hawaii+2009+M+198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392108408400091314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have never ever in my life been to Hawaii... I still wish I was here... Front porch rocking with the blue sky... I just want to get away from it all and relax!!&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/6550530044563859501-4084585915719435367?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/4084585915719435367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=4084585915719435367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/4084585915719435367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/4084585915719435367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-i-was-here.html' title='I wish I was here....'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/StSeB2EVmLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/gR0p08gubNI/s72-c/Hawaii+2009+M+198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-8812870174160604694</id><published>2009-10-08T09:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:54:21.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time No Post....</title><content type='html'>Hey All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a little crazy lately and I havent had much time either... But I havent forgotten about all of you who read up on my blog. There is alot of stuff going on but I am not sure if I am ready or if I will ever be ready to talk about it here. Thanks for reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite quote " A wise Girl kisses, but doesnt love. Listens, but doesnt believe and leaves before she is left." Maryliyn Monroe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-8812870174160604694?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/8812870174160604694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=8812870174160604694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8812870174160604694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8812870174160604694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time No Post....'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-7567794667378295968</id><published>2009-09-16T11:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:24:30.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Side note</title><content type='html'>PS... Milo and I got into a fight and he took a CHUNK out of my thumb!!! If I didnt love that little dog so much I think I might have killed him!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-7567794667378295968?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/7567794667378295968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=7567794667378295968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/7567794667378295968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/7567794667378295968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/09/side-note.html' title='Side note'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-664690207059773283</id><published>2009-09-16T10:30:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:16:36.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellooo there</title><content type='html'>It has kinda been awhile since I blogged a posted pictures so here are some.. YAY!! We (by we I mean Candi and I) went camping up to the property a few weekends ago, I havent been up there in about a year!! Man how things have changed. They have had the loggers up there because the trees got the pine beetle and so most of the pine trees are dead and being taken out. :( very sad. It is so strange to look up at where trees used to be and see nothing. The tractors that the loggers have been driving around have trashed the scenery too. It is quite sad. But once the trees are all gone the new ones can grow. They we all dead a quite the fire hazard!! Candi and I also went for a few walks. I only biffed it twice! Go me! I feel walking. Honestly I wasnt doing anything else but walking along and BAM I hit the ground. It was pretty funny! Candi laughed and Nichole made sure I was ok then laughed. It was fun. Here are some pictures of the fallen trees and Laila.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEWX_Lw4RI/AAAAAAAAATU/8SjYRQEPkiM/s1600-h/DSCN0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEWX_Lw4RI/AAAAAAAAATU/8SjYRQEPkiM/s320/DSCN0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382107631038030098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the trees. Or the Lack there of.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEWYv86jJI/AAAAAAAAATc/h9PKSKr-1o8/s1600-h/DSCN0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEWYv86jJI/AAAAAAAAATc/h9PKSKr-1o8/s320/DSCN0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382107644129086610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the Logs. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEWZMDcskI/AAAAAAAAATk/rcW8kK0aiJ0/s1600-h/DSCN0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEWZMDcskI/AAAAAAAAATk/rcW8kK0aiJ0/s320/DSCN0275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382107651672683074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.... Laila&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEWZZrTpLI/AAAAAAAAATs/aJkmAlXm2EU/s1600-h/DSCN0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEWZZrTpLI/AAAAAAAAATs/aJkmAlXm2EU/s320/DSCN0277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382107655329522866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also went to Jordanelle with my Parents and Alicia and the Girls. Candi was brave and got in the lake for the FIRST time!! I know crazy. She has a phobia of large bodies of water and not being able to touch the ground. She held on to the ladder for the most part until I got in and she realized that she wasnt going to die and let go. She got used to it the more and more she was in there. I also wake boarded. I went out both side of the wake. Something I havent done since I was younger. I always in vision myself flipping over and smacking my face on the water so I chicken out! I have some pics but I wont post them because I look like a beached whale! Alicia and Gen also wake boarded and Baylee and Gill rode on the tubes, and Candi and I rode with Chaia about 5 miles and hour on the tubes. It was pretty fun! Here are some of the pics.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEZ7dH8LdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/qWqe5WXl-BU/s1600-h/DSCN0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEZ7dH8LdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/qWqe5WXl-BU/s320/DSCN0287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382111538905361874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Daddy.  Doing a bunny hop.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEZ74g5uCI/AAAAAAAAAT8/D2GEbWKzwJI/s1600-h/DSCN0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEZ74g5uCI/AAAAAAAAAT8/D2GEbWKzwJI/s320/DSCN0282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382111546257815586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candi... She was not very happy that I was taking Pictures...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEZ8c5SaUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_0QGTnhUwc4/s1600-h/DSCN0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEZ8c5SaUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_0QGTnhUwc4/s320/DSCN0285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382111556023773506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besties...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEauQCjJFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JepOyfwHyUo/s1600-h/DSCN0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEauQCjJFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JepOyfwHyUo/s320/DSCN0291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382112411566416978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alicia..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEbnUgu-jI/AAAAAAAAAUU/-eNHkj026_o/s1600-h/DSCN0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEbnUgu-jI/AAAAAAAAAUU/-eNHkj026_o/s320/DSCN0288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382113392019307058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candi in the water for the first time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEcFy1wxSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ShuUHrFkShA/s1600-h/DSCN0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEcFy1wxSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ShuUHrFkShA/s320/DSCN0292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382113915556644130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chaia holding the flag ready for when Alicia fell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-664690207059773283?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/664690207059773283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=664690207059773283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/664690207059773283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/664690207059773283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/09/hellooo-there.html' title='Hellooo there'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SrEWX_Lw4RI/AAAAAAAAATU/8SjYRQEPkiM/s72-c/DSCN0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-7331650546310890127</id><published>2009-09-10T11:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:34:13.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does ANY body want to know...</title><content type='html'>What song I have has stuck in my head all day long today???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Here comes Santa Claus here comes Santa Claus right down Santa Claus lane...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready for Christmas!!! Even though I dont know if I will be able to put up my tree and all my cute cute cute decorations... :( I still cant wait! And yes I am aware that it is ONLY September and we have Halloween and Thanksgiving but I am just so excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-7331650546310890127?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/7331650546310890127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=7331650546310890127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/7331650546310890127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/7331650546310890127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/09/does-any-body-want-to-know.html' title='Does ANY body want to know...'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-7623852261573995732</id><published>2009-09-02T09:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:21:34.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What would Jesus Do???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Sp6M_pjXSII/AAAAAAAAATM/3PNX6C6q9Lk/s1600-h/Utah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Sp6M_pjXSII/AAAAAAAAATM/3PNX6C6q9Lk/s320/Utah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376890030240778370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He'd be a Utes Fan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Sami Posted this on her Facebook page and I love it!! With the Ute season coming up we all need to bust out our red and Support the U of U!! Go UTES!!&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/6550530044563859501-7623852261573995732?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/7623852261573995732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=7623852261573995732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/7623852261573995732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/7623852261573995732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-would-jesus-do.html' title='What would Jesus Do???'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Sp6M_pjXSII/AAAAAAAAATM/3PNX6C6q9Lk/s72-c/Utah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-3918459732197167426</id><published>2009-08-28T10:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:43:31.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the Salt Lake County Fair Chris Cagle came and opening for him was our very own Utah Band Jagertown!! Since Candi's Mom works for SL County we always get tickets to go to these fun events here are some pictures from this year,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SpgDmaTgvoI/AAAAAAAAASc/_-wcIdvLHWU/s1600-h/DSCN0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SpgDmaTgvoI/AAAAAAAAASc/_-wcIdvLHWU/s320/DSCN0243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375050113697758850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jagertown playin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SpgEFGscleI/AAAAAAAAASk/xHmplYOJUIk/s1600-h/DSCN0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SpgEFGscleI/AAAAAAAAASk/xHmplYOJUIk/s320/DSCN0244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375050641009579490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt, Lisa and Randy. I think this is before the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SpgEnVmbXNI/AAAAAAAAASs/_CnTJ4-b9UA/s1600-h/DSCN0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SpgEnVmbXNI/AAAAAAAAASs/_CnTJ4-b9UA/s320/DSCN0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375051229126417618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris Cagle&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SpgGtI3GJVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/5aPKi62E9dM/s1600-h/DSCN0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SpgGtI3GJVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/5aPKi62E9dM/s320/DSCN0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375053527809140050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zac and I. I dont really know what was going on with my camera but it is kinda cool how everything behind us is blurry.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SpgH5zbLlII/AAAAAAAAATE/7qUYKvR9vmY/s1600-h/DSCN0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SpgH5zbLlII/AAAAAAAAATE/7qUYKvR9vmY/s320/DSCN0255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375054844904838274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candi and I at the stage. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SpgH5Qs3BeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ayJNiWy0ZAo/s1600-h/DSCN0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SpgH5Qs3BeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ayJNiWy0ZAo/s320/DSCN0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375054835583747554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zac and I after the concert. He was a little not all there that is why he is actually posing for the picture.&lt;br /&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/6550530044563859501-3918459732197167426?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/3918459732197167426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=3918459732197167426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/3918459732197167426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/3918459732197167426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/08/concert-fun.html' title='Concert Fun'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SpgDmaTgvoI/AAAAAAAAASc/_-wcIdvLHWU/s72-c/DSCN0243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-1563783528372995016</id><published>2009-08-28T09:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:15:40.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I made for the Dad's in my family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Spf-CAa2UYI/AAAAAAAAASE/WYwkdyA8ZA0/s1600-h/DSCN0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Spf-CAa2UYI/AAAAAAAAASE/WYwkdyA8ZA0/s320/DSCN0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375043990715781506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this one for My Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Spf-Cp-ORAI/AAAAAAAAASM/dLhUmDecjFY/s1600-h/DSCN0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Spf-Cp-ORAI/AAAAAAAAASM/dLhUmDecjFY/s320/DSCN0263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375044001870005250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this one for Tim. Cuz he only has Girls. Alicia you can not show him this cuz I havent given him his yet... Slacker I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Spf-DHxGRhI/AAAAAAAAASU/FqY78koQGJg/s1600-h/DSCN0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Spf-DHxGRhI/AAAAAAAAASU/FqY78koQGJg/s320/DSCN0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375044009868019218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I made this one for Josh. Cuz he only has boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have one in Mind to make for my mom... But it might not be for awhile because I have some other projects going on and some things that I need to get working on for Christmas, Yes Christmas. I originally was going to make the letters out of Vinyl but it is so expensive and I would have to buy alot to do it so I settled for Paper. I think that they turned out so cute! And with the help of Penny and her craftyness they turned out even better than I thought they would.  &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/6550530044563859501-1563783528372995016?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/1563783528372995016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=1563783528372995016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/1563783528372995016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/1563783528372995016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-i-made-for-dads-in-my-family.html' title='Something I made for the Dad&apos;s in my family'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Spf-CAa2UYI/AAAAAAAAASE/WYwkdyA8ZA0/s72-c/DSCN0260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-5003789010166343064</id><published>2009-08-27T10:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:53:49.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Back</title><content type='html'>Do you ever go back and read your old posts?? Well Today I did and I realized that I was a really negative unhappy person before. I think back to the times when I started blogging and where my life was. It has completely changed and I am a better person because of it. I had happy moments that were glimpses into a life I was growing to hate. Although I was working for a great company and I loved most of the people that I was working with at the time I was miserable, Getting Laid off was the best thing that could have happened to me personally, Not financially. Even though I have gone off the deep end with all my struggles and all my stress, I am getting better &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;. Before it was like I looked at the end of the road and that was all that I was seeing. Even though I am half bald, fatter than I have ever been and up to my eye balls in debt, I wake up each morning excited for my day. Something that I have not been in ages. Granted I still have my freak out moments but who doesn't??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-5003789010166343064?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/5003789010166343064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=5003789010166343064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/5003789010166343064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/5003789010166343064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/08/reading-back.html' title='Reading Back'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-235109570803310075</id><published>2009-08-14T09:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:47:03.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick Shot of CRAZY anyone???</title><content type='html'>I dont know what the deal is but for the past few days I have been having these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CRAZY&lt;/span&gt; dreams and I remember every second of them.. Down to people being pregnant and smoking menthol's because its better for the baby.. to food that I was eating. I dont really understand them I wish that instead of your sleeping mind hinting to something in your life in a strange way that you have to disect and figure out that it would just spell out what it means.. Like your too stressed out and you need to stop pulling your hair out and control your OCD, PS enjoy yout anniversay next week and the house will sell, Your brother in law will listen to what you tell him even if you have to say it a hundred million times..  I am getting more and more nervous about the house not selling and if it does where will Zac and I go? I am also getting scared that I am going to spaz out and end up back in the ER with more parts going Numb or more increased and having something more that stress actually being wrong with me. I am trying really hard to stay positive and be happy and upbeat. Mainly for Zac he would go crazy if I acted crazy all the time. My allergies are all of a sudden really really bad, has anyone else experianced this?? Is it normal?? My eyes itch so bad I want to rip the out of my head... Needless to say I am in a Crazy mood today so watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Lighter note, I am really excited to get a "mini vaycay" the boys are going hunting and Zac might be going to Yuba with Nic and Chels so Candi and I are going to have a girlie weekend and just not be wives and working people for a few days and have a sleepover and watch movies and hangout. I am excited!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-235109570803310075?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/235109570803310075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=235109570803310075&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/235109570803310075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/235109570803310075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-shot-of-crazy-anyone.html' title='A quick Shot of CRAZY anyone???'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-8397595938164585775</id><published>2009-08-13T09:33:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:59:04.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Photo Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got my pictures back and Had this Idea for the heart picture... Well Alicia did to do it all in Black and White but where Zac and I are kissing so I sat down with my Dad and we went a little crazy, But we had alot of fun... Bear with me there are alot of the same picture. LOL&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQy_9GhHEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/o06vXsJ5qRk/s1600-h/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQy_9GhHEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/o06vXsJ5qRk/s320/Family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369472730047519810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Took out some objects in this one.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQzT6jWbpI/AAAAAAAAAPU/b7uEJuTNaTE/s1600-h/Sally+and+the+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQzT6jWbpI/AAAAAAAAAPU/b7uEJuTNaTE/s320/Sally+and+the+boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369473072960532114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh the Garner Boys... Plus me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQz_J_tjmI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5hDenWu90A8/s1600-h/Sally+and+Zac+7+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQz_J_tjmI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5hDenWu90A8/s320/Sally+and+Zac+7+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369473815840394850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQ1yq9YvmI/AAAAAAAAAPs/EdCYeZCpYJo/s1600-h/Sally+and+Zac+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQ1yq9YvmI/AAAAAAAAAPs/EdCYeZCpYJo/s320/Sally+and+Zac+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369475800373968482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQ2Dy19iKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/VLKaFTSLqy4/s1600-h/Sally+and+Zac+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQ2Dy19iKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/VLKaFTSLqy4/s320/Sally+and+Zac+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369476094548084898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQ2o6G8-KI/AAAAAAAAAQE/uDgLBmKdoQI/s1600-h/Sally+and+Zac+10+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQ2o6G8-KI/AAAAAAAAAQE/uDgLBmKdoQI/s320/Sally+and+Zac+10+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369476732153559202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQ3S6hMz6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/lPXgWsaftAM/s1600-h/Zac+%26+Sally+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQ3S6hMz6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/lPXgWsaftAM/s320/Zac+%26+Sally+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369477453818154914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the many ones of us kissing... PG Rated..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQ3zBsRy9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/XHGJIjVR2KE/s1600-h/Sally+and+Zac+1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQ3zBsRy9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/XHGJIjVR2KE/s320/Sally+and+Zac+1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369478005499481042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Solarized.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQ3zq0M3rI/AAAAAAAAAQk/hl-jkkkLWTw/s1600-h/Sally+and+Zac+2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQ3zq0M3rI/AAAAAAAAAQk/hl-jkkkLWTw/s320/Sally+and+Zac+2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369478016538566322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chrome.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQ30AIGZuI/AAAAAAAAAQs/HBk_A-IELNM/s1600-h/Sally+and+Zac+4+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQ30AIGZuI/AAAAAAAAAQs/HBk_A-IELNM/s320/Sally+and+Zac+4+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369478022259173090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sketched/Patels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I had so much fun doing this. LOL Can you tell??&lt;br /&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/6550530044563859501-8397595938164585775?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/8397595938164585775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=8397595938164585775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8397595938164585775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8397595938164585775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-with-photo-shop.html' title='Fun With Photo Shop'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQy_9GhHEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/o06vXsJ5qRk/s72-c/Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-8363671482059989543</id><published>2009-08-12T10:07:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:31:59.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac and I Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQx2pla92I/AAAAAAAAAPE/pUlWDe7-H2g/s1600-h/Grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQx2pla92I/AAAAAAAAAPE/pUlWDe7-H2g/s320/Grass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369471470677981026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got our Family pictures done a little bit ago, Karley took them and we just went up Butterfield Canyon and to the Park by our house they turned out so cute!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoL2EJuw2nI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UMTu8ltVQyw/s1600-h/Barricade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoL2EJuw2nI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UMTu8ltVQyw/s320/Barricade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369124256971020914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQvDduLAiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TOgkjI2axdE/s1600-h/Cattails+%26+Milo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQvDduLAiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TOgkjI2axdE/s320/Cattails+%26+Milo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369468392296874530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQwNssj0oI/AAAAAAAAAOc/EKdqqoOWjjY/s1600-h/Fance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQwNssj0oI/AAAAAAAAAOc/EKdqqoOWjjY/s320/Fance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369469667626963586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Little Family&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQw88mNRjI/AAAAAAAAAOs/2k-y6oQCLjs/s1600-h/Sally+%26+Milo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQw88mNRjI/AAAAAAAAAOs/2k-y6oQCLjs/s320/Sally+%26+Milo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369470479349138994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and My Son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQxRAgnReI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AodimAKocFk/s1600-h/Grass2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQxRAgnReI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AodimAKocFk/s320/Grass2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369470823996802530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zac and I&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/6550530044563859501-8363671482059989543?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/8363671482059989543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=8363671482059989543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8363671482059989543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8363671482059989543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/08/zac-and-i-family-pictures.html' title='Zac and I Family Pictures'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoQx2pla92I/AAAAAAAAAPE/pUlWDe7-H2g/s72-c/Grass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-2177704496515078981</id><published>2009-08-11T09:37:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:24:48.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Forever Kind of LOVE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGX9SzUijI/AAAAAAAAANM/v4MwCYpNdg8/s1600-h/Matt+and+Traci+Wedding+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGX9SzUijI/AAAAAAAAANM/v4MwCYpNdg8/s320/Matt+and+Traci+Wedding+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368739310077250098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday my family celebrated my Parents &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;35th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary! I can not even begin to think of what my life would be like in 35 years! I just hope that I am half as happy and have half the accomplishments that they have. I am so happy for them!!  I&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt; you guys!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGR-hG0x7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Ox26qE22jLI/s1600-h/Hawaii+2009+M+378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGR-hG0x7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Ox26qE22jLI/s320/Hawaii+2009+M+378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368732734027253682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures of the wonderful family that is here "all because (these) 2 people fell in love"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGTTM15MpI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HhqEHHdZWxU/s1600-h/DSC_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGTTM15MpI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HhqEHHdZWxU/s320/DSC_0621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368734188876411538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and 3 of the grandkids. (Trev, Evan and Cody)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGVtOHQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TaG7oCPHYIo/s1600-h/DSC_1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGVtOHQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TaG7oCPHYIo/s320/DSC_1122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368736834917563794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nichole, Josh, Momma and Tim.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGXNEfPXbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2t9XIuJJOpA/s1600-h/DSC_1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGXNEfPXbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2t9XIuJJOpA/s320/DSC_1132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368738481601207730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt, Josh, Dave, Poppa and Tim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGWf3ISxGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6DzaGKEHbWs/s1600-h/DSC_1128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGWf3ISxGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6DzaGKEHbWs/s320/DSC_1128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368737704921187426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt, Josh, Dave, Uncle Johnny and Tim&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGWwZX0R0I/AAAAAAAAAM0/UIWP3NUNyZ4/s1600-h/DSC_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGWwZX0R0I/AAAAAAAAAM0/UIWP3NUNyZ4/s320/DSC_0625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368737988991010626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lindsey Lee, Momma and Me going to the best place on Earth LAKE POWELL!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGXiKbbrgI/AAAAAAAAANE/MOtAvOhqxmg/s1600-h/DSC_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGXiKbbrgI/AAAAAAAAANE/MOtAvOhqxmg/s320/DSC_1519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368738843973103106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me , Momma, Bells, Matt, Traci, Alicia, Gen, Gilly. And in the back ground Dave, Camille, and Evan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGYZddMjWI/AAAAAAAAANU/LOiNBkVOyCA/s1600-h/IMG_5202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGYZddMjWI/AAAAAAAAANU/LOiNBkVOyCA/s320/IMG_5202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368739793973579106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Family.&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/6550530044563859501-2177704496515078981?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/2177704496515078981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=2177704496515078981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/2177704496515078981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/2177704496515078981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/08/forever-kind-of-love.html' title='A Forever Kind of LOVE!!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SoGX9SzUijI/AAAAAAAAANM/v4MwCYpNdg8/s72-c/Matt+and+Traci+Wedding+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-6585812604175322476</id><published>2009-07-31T12:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:34:37.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie and Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnM0MCv-tPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jVrZanC-P1s/s1600-h/DSCN0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnM0MCv-tPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jVrZanC-P1s/s320/DSCN0235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364688962629580018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fed Ex guy that comes in to my work gave me 4 tickets to go and see and Advanced Screening of Julie and Julia, I have been wanting to see this since I first saw the previews, so you can imagine my excitement when he gave me the tickets. I felt like a Celebrity going to a Premiere with the press and everything! So I asked my Mom, Traci and Alicia to go with me and kinda have a girls night out. They gladly agreed so when I got off work last night I met up with my Mom and we were off to the Gateway. We picked up Traci and went on our way. Only getting lost a few times taking quite the Round about way to get to the movies. We waited in Line for a few minutes waiting to get the tickets for the Show (actual movie tickets that have the seat # and such on them) when a women comes out and asks for everyone that have the tickets to form a line over here please... So we walk over there only almost punching some lady once and waited... She then informs us that the movie has been sold out... Wait SOLD OUT!!! You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt; selling ticket to the Advanced screening &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; not fair... Calmly she explains that they opened up the ticket sale at 4, They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;werent&lt;/span&gt; selling them they opened them for pick up so all these people went and picked up the tickets at four and they have none left. Sad as I was that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; live in the Lime light for a few hours I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; want to wait for the manager to come around a give me premiere tickets for another show that I may or may not be able to see. We met up with Alicia Out side and we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Biaggi&lt;/span&gt; (i think) for dinner and it was FAB!! We ate in style because Alicia knew out waitress she brought us out a new soup to try and we got Creme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bruli&lt;/span&gt; and all at a killer price!! I had so much fun, I love my sis-in-laws and My Mom! It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; have been a better evening. Thanks you Guys for going with me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-6585812604175322476?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/6585812604175322476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=6585812604175322476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/6585812604175322476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/6585812604175322476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/07/julie-and-julia.html' title='Julie and Julia'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnM0MCv-tPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jVrZanC-P1s/s72-c/DSCN0235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-2017225979752536635</id><published>2009-07-30T09:53:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:31:06.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunnison, Jordanelle and stuff we have been up to</title><content type='html'>So I dont get around to posting pictures that often I am aware so here are some of the Pictures of things that we have been up too.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHCpFvJIjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oBJc41nsaow/s1600-h/DSCN0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHCpFvJIjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oBJc41nsaow/s320/DSCN0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364282642345304626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is "the Crew" for some reason I have always wanted to say that!! LOL These boys have been friends since the dawn of their time! Nick, Nate, Zac, Jason, Zac and Nic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHD2TKN4vI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yLwflZ-azPM/s1600-h/DSCN0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHD2TKN4vI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yLwflZ-azPM/s320/DSCN0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364283968798450418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Candi at the Ro-Day-o&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHEs1yLpXI/AAAAAAAAALE/PqWlquWDiFg/s1600-h/DSCN0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHEs1yLpXI/AAAAAAAAALE/PqWlquWDiFg/s320/DSCN0182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364284905805817202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Zac on the way home for Gunnison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHFgac0tXI/AAAAAAAAALM/g59l5nuh0X8/s1600-h/DSCN0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHFgac0tXI/AAAAAAAAALM/g59l5nuh0X8/s320/DSCN0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364285791821673842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Zac on the Boat at Jordanelle. Man I look Tan!!&lt;br /&gt;TUBES!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHFg-6j7mI/AAAAAAAAALU/L_aa6YiTg5c/s1600-h/DSCN0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHFg-6j7mI/AAAAAAAAALU/L_aa6YiTg5c/s320/DSCN0215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364285801610079842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHFhKKs-wI/AAAAAAAAALc/M8-95dk55bQ/s1600-h/DSCN0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHFhKKs-wI/AAAAAAAAALc/M8-95dk55bQ/s320/DSCN0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364285804630571778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick on the Tubes!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHIq9HNZyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8ysyvmBSgXU/s1600-h/DSCN0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHIq9HNZyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8ysyvmBSgXU/s320/DSCN0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364289271459833634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zac on the Tubes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHIrTY5zqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LQez7NHvxsE/s1600-h/DSCN0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHIrTY5zqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LQez7NHvxsE/s320/DSCN0218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364289277439626914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hubby on the tubes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHIqVRca1I/AAAAAAAAALk/XHbyyoiNWmo/s1600-h/DSCN0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHIqVRca1I/AAAAAAAAALk/XHbyyoiNWmo/s320/DSCN0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364289260765342546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zac making sure that the flag is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHIqobkH_I/AAAAAAAAALs/cgQblaEjXGk/s1600-h/DSCN0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHIqobkH_I/AAAAAAAAALs/cgQblaEjXGk/s320/DSCN0193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364289265908064242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hubby wakeborading Well sitting in the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6550530044563859501-2017225979752536635?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/2017225979752536635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=2017225979752536635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/2017225979752536635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/2017225979752536635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/07/gunnison-jordanelle-and-stuff-we-have.html' title='Gunnison, Jordanelle and stuff we have been up to'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHCpFvJIjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oBJc41nsaow/s72-c/DSCN0125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-2812343606679849367</id><published>2009-07-30T09:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:48:25.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The pictures are here!!</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the Family Pictures. Karley has the ones of me and Zac and she is working up the final touches on them to make the bright and cute!! We went to Memory Grove a few weeks ago to get them taken. She is just starting in to the Photo world and loves to take pictures! She is really really good!! I love all the pictures that she took. Here are the Ones of the Brown/Garner Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnG-gSo2NWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/C6QM7FXOq0A/s1600-h/Family+Forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnG-gSo2NWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/C6QM7FXOq0A/s320/Family+Forever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364278093143225698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Family&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnG_EPoVIXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/iVFx71k6mUk/s1600-h/Family+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnG_EPoVIXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/iVFx71k6mUk/s320/Family+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364278710811042162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plus Karley (Austins Girly Friend) and Marshall (Ashley's Boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnG_g7YYZSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jNzVBKBCpdc/s1600-h/Zac+%26+Sally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnG_g7YYZSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jNzVBKBCpdc/s320/Zac+%26+Sally.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364279203591644450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Zac!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnG__ExHaPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7NShstUVzXM/s1600-h/Beaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnG__ExHaPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7NShstUVzXM/s320/Beaver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364279721507383538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Oldest Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnG__SYmy5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/CbHYq-Fd5Es/s1600-h/Ty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnG__SYmy5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/CbHYq-Fd5Es/s320/Ty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364279725162679186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tyler&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnG__0BgKjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ysZ8dzovcpw/s1600-h/Zac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnG__0BgKjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ysZ8dzovcpw/s320/Zac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364279734192581170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zac&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHAARsuSyI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nwIHAnGoiRI/s1600-h/Austin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnHAARsuSyI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nwIHAnGoiRI/s320/Austin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364279742158490402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Austin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They Turned out so cute!! I am so Happy with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6550530044563859501-2812343606679849367?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/2812343606679849367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=2812343606679849367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/2812343606679849367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/2812343606679849367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/07/pictures-are-here.html' title='The pictures are here!!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SnG-gSo2NWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/C6QM7FXOq0A/s72-c/Family+Forever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-4220868677107364179</id><published>2009-07-20T12:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:41:40.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a FUN Weekend</title><content type='html'>I had Such a FUN weekend!! I got to hang out with my Husbands (the Zacs) pretty Much  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; WEEKEND.&lt;/span&gt; You Really have no Idea how rare this is, it was so much fun.First we went shopping on Friday we went shopping to get shirts for the family pictures and then went here and there and just hung out it was so fun. Then we got up bright and early on Saturday and went to help clean out Zac's Grandmas old house, I was mainly going so I could one spend time with my boys and two to work on my tan or the lack of one, I did one but not two. I mainly sat in the garage the whole time and joked around and commented on what good little workers the Zacs are! Kim and I did do some manual labor in the heat and we both about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt; from it. Its a dang good thing we dont need to do that all day! And I sort of got a Flip Flop tan Line. After we had all the stuff loaded up on the trailers and in trucks we headed down to Gunnison to drop it all off. We have fun laughing and singing in the truck and listening to the boys quote The Ringer... "Maybe he needs mouth to mouth Lynn"... It still makes me laugh! Once we dropped all the stuff off we headed to the Bare Naked Chicken for some dinner...But it was closed down so we went to Shellies started the Jute Box and ate Hamburgers and Fries. Then Headed out to Yuba! But by the time we were going past it it was like 8 and we decided that it wasnt a good idea to stop in. :(  I am sure we missed out on so much fun with Nic and Chels! maybe next time. We got home about 10 and headed up to the hot tub to relax. It wasnt very relaxing at first though. Dont people know that Hot Tubs are not for children to swim in, or to do your yoga in, and require proper swim wear, not a bra and shorts?? Sunday was Austy posty's Birthday he turned the BIG 20!! Then we went to Memory Grove and took Family Pictures. Which I will post Later!! calm Down, Karley took them and they turned out so Cute!!! I am really excited for her to do mine and Zac's pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-4220868677107364179?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/4220868677107364179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=4220868677107364179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/4220868677107364179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/4220868677107364179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-fun-weekend.html' title='What a FUN Weekend'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-307190944088116379</id><published>2009-07-02T16:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:07:57.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonderfulness that is Sally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, I am so incredibly &lt;/span&gt;bored today well right this moment at work!! So I thought I would fill you all in on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wonderfulness&lt;/span&gt; that I am!! He he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My Favorite Color is &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Pink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Even though all of my brothers are super super funny... I am not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I hate the telephone... and I answer one for a Living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I hate the Rain, But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; to dance in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I AM my daddy's Favorite... Well Besides Dave.. Oh and Alicia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I HATE the color Orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE Pigs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Sk03-k-sk5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ttv7Jlv77ak/s1600-h/pigs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Sk03-k-sk5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ttv7Jlv77ak/s320/pigs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353997080231449490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Stars!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look Horrible in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;! And my Mom looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt; in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I have only been on a Plane once and it was to fly to Arizona. 45 mins!! And I was scared to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I Love my wedding Dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I hate the sound of my own voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I love my hair to be played with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I wish I was 6 years old again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;No Matter how old I get Dave still thinks he can tickle the crap out of me.. And he does ever other Sunday.. No Joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I love the Snow but I hate being Cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My best feature is my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I have perfect feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;MY dream is to own my own fabric shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I was always so angry as a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I chearish my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I wish I had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I wish I was a skinny as I was the day I married Zac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I want to have another wedding. A party were I am the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I thought it was common knowledge to never never ask someone if they are expecting if you dont already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I dont believe in Love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I want to change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I think that the greatest compelment is for some one to tell you that you are Beautiful. Because I dont think it means just on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;You should tell yourself you look good everyday before you leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I gossip to much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I am selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I am spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I am good at throwing fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I want to dance like I did in high school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6550530044563859501-307190944088116379?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/307190944088116379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=307190944088116379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/307190944088116379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/307190944088116379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/07/wonderfulness-that-is-sally.html' title='The Wonderfulness that is Sally'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Sk03-k-sk5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ttv7Jlv77ak/s72-c/pigs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-6310510275912531381</id><published>2009-07-02T12:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:45:33.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Huziband And my new hair. LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Skz_ZqSX7sI/AAAAAAAAAJU/eOLOYhm0qlA/s1600-h/DSCN0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Skz_ZqSX7sI/AAAAAAAAAJU/eOLOYhm0qlA/s320/DSCN0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353934873349844674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac's 24th Birthday was on Monday. We had some people over on the weekend and he went golfing with his brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the things I love the most about Zac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;His Love for His Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;His Fix it bone. He can seriously Fix anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He Keeps his word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Loves me so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The fact that he has worn a Size 28 Slim fit Wrangler Jean Since I met him, In fact much longer than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love for the outdoors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He can make me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Skz_49qai0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Y_UwrLjrTe0/s1600-h/DSCN0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Skz_49qai0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Y_UwrLjrTe0/s320/DSCN0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353935411126897474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His Cake Before. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Skz_5GBZ53I/AAAAAAAAAJk/4-w0vdT5JVM/s1600-h/DSCN0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Skz_5GBZ53I/AAAAAAAAAJk/4-w0vdT5JVM/s320/DSCN0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353935413370808178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His Cake All Lit up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Skz_CRrQCFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4rekWkDNiYA/s1600-h/DSCN0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Skz_CRrQCFI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4rekWkDNiYA/s320/DSCN0138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353934471606306898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers Tyler and Zac ( the twins He he Not Really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Skz_5QLddjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NJ8ApL8bEMQ/s1600-h/DSCN0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Skz_5QLddjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NJ8ApL8bEMQ/s320/DSCN0164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353935416097338930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Hair.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-6310510275912531381?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/6310510275912531381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=6310510275912531381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/6310510275912531381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/6310510275912531381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-huziband-and-my-new-hair.html' title='Happy Birthday Huziband And my new hair. LOL'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Skz_ZqSX7sI/AAAAAAAAAJU/eOLOYhm0qlA/s72-c/DSCN0146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-5323278102162216882</id><published>2009-06-24T14:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:43:21.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La De freakin Da</title><content type='html'>So Saturday I went to the Eye doctor cuz I cant see the street signs when I drive until I am really close to them and I am blind at night seriously blind... so he does his little exam or whatever and takes this really cool picture of the inside of my eye balls like you can see all the veins and what not in there, then he tells me looks like here you have increased levels of stress ( well duh I was only put in the hospital for a day cuz of it like I said on the little paper you had me fill out) he showed me how some of my veins cross arteries in my eye thats how he could tell my stress level, then he says and you will also need &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;READING GLASSES&lt;/span&gt;.... Wait just one second, I can see just fine up close and just fine when I read please tell me why I am in need of reading glasses??? Well apparently they help correct you vision so when I sit here all day long and stare at the computer I am straining my eyes of something so when I drive home I cant see... I dont really know I am not an eye doctor.. But I am getting these really cute glasses that I have to where when I am at work, when I read, when I watch tv and movies. But not when I drive... So pretty much all the time, and this should correct my blindness... Good deal right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-5323278102162216882?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/5323278102162216882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=5323278102162216882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/5323278102162216882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/5323278102162216882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-de-freakin-da.html' title='La De freakin Da'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-8376739695716495331</id><published>2009-06-12T09:42:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:08:01.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have been up too.</title><content type='html'>I get bored pretty easy, so I usually read during that time but... I have read all the books that I have and borrowed a few from my mom so I really didnt have much to do so I called up my mother and she gave me the pattern to make these cute cute reversible table runners! Here the Americana one that I made for my Mother-in-law I also am making a Similar one for Brandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SjJ44kQUelI/AAAAAAAAAIU/T13u9WaL0-o/s1600-h/DSCN0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SjJ44kQUelI/AAAAAAAAAIU/T13u9WaL0-o/s320/DSCN0109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346468620842334802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Here is the Flip side That is fall&gt; I love love this side!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SjJ5ZBcNt_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/FsD5DSBUj7k/s1600-h/DSCN0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SjJ5ZBcNt_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/FsD5DSBUj7k/s320/DSCN0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346469178432665586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is really hard to tell in these pictures but they are quilted. I didnt get a picture of the one that I made for Chelsea for her Birthday but it was really cute too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dont forget about that when it pores rain my basement floods.. This year we were prepared for it though and when it started coming in the rain gutter we started sucking it out so none came in to the house... Zac unloaded about 16 buckets of out shopvac full out side before the rain finally stopped coming in. Here are the fun pictures. Oh plus the gigantic weed that was to tall and heavy it started to fall over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SjJ6fmreXgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/I-xk17v8aWg/s1600-h/DSCN0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SjJ6fmreXgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/I-xk17v8aWg/s320/DSCN0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346470391019625986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here comes the flood!!! And parts of the weed! (by weed I mean milkweed plant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SjJ7C_jp-BI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hVrH3vvNYT4/s1600-h/DSCN0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SjJ7C_jp-BI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hVrH3vvNYT4/s320/DSCN0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346470998993139730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Zac Vacuuming up the water!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SjJ7dO-MYWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/NuflnBABOgc/s1600-h/DSCN0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SjJ7dO-MYWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/NuflnBABOgc/s320/DSCN0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346471449807577442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant really see the water coming in on this one, I was not brave enough ti stick my head out when the water was shooting out of here.. But the water comes down the rain gutter in the garden in the front and tunnels under the unproperly backfilled foundation around the window well and out the seams and by the concreate. Filling up the window well.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SjJ8WeYpU1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/bbvMW-XSoo8/s1600-h/DSCN0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SjJ8WeYpU1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/bbvMW-XSoo8/s320/DSCN0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346472433197601618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the last gross muddy water buckets we took out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SjJ9DsMALpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/--pXJYNutAk/s1600-h/DSCN0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SjJ9DsMALpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/--pXJYNutAk/s320/DSCN0119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346473209996783250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the poor milkweed plant that hopefully has died from overwatering...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-8376739695716495331?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/8376739695716495331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=8376739695716495331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8376739695716495331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8376739695716495331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-i-have-been-up-too.html' title='Things I have been up too.'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SjJ44kQUelI/AAAAAAAAAIU/T13u9WaL0-o/s72-c/DSCN0109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-6657559363520775662</id><published>2009-05-26T12:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:29:42.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This past weekend we went camping for Memorial Day. It was so much fun. We only had one major injury and some minor sunburnage. If I was smart I would have put on the sunscreen that I took with me but noo... I was stupid and failed to do so! Here are some of the pictures from the Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShwxS9DjNdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pNuPPaDP5G4/s1600-h/DSCN0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShwxS9DjNdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pNuPPaDP5G4/s320/DSCN0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340197459851425234" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShwyuG5eg8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/CHKdm5WUp2U/s1600-h/DSCN0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShwyuG5eg8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/CHKdm5WUp2U/s320/DSCN0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340199025861624770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Shwytzb6WxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/27QhXptEk5A/s1600-h/DSCN0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Shwytzb6WxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/27QhXptEk5A/s320/DSCN0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340199020637346578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShwytrJUMnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AEaF-qPHFqo/s1600-h/DSCN0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShwytrJUMnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AEaF-qPHFqo/s320/DSCN0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340199018411864690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShwxUb-iZNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vKxJUetpzAo/s1600-h/DSCN0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShwxUb-iZNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vKxJUetpzAo/s320/DSCN0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340197485331768530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShwxUNvv6II/AAAAAAAAAHU/IR9cJ-IEDdQ/s1600-h/DSCN0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShwxUNvv6II/AAAAAAAAAHU/IR9cJ-IEDdQ/s320/DSCN0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340197481511643266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShwxTrnyiVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xBNszEL-B0Y/s1600-h/DSCN0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShwxTrnyiVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xBNszEL-B0Y/s320/DSCN0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340197472351455570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShwxTSpMrtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fzFhhEUdx_A/s1600-h/DSCN0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShwvmOtgCSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6zPIPGSpTqA/s320/DSCN0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340195591985039650" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Shwvl_iWEHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YF7EtwTGLgs/s1600-h/DSCN0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/Shwvl_iWEHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YF7EtwTGLgs/s320/DSCN0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340195587911716978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-6657559363520775662?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/6657559363520775662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=6657559363520775662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/6657559363520775662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/6657559363520775662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShwxS9DjNdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pNuPPaDP5G4/s72-c/DSCN0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-4121743141794305763</id><published>2009-05-21T14:55:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:30:30.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we had a BBQ at Alicia's and then walked over to My Grandma and Grandpa Grave for Memorial Day because most of us will be out of town. It was really fun to be that close that we could walk and enjoy the weather. Plus the boys cleaned up the grass and weeds that were hanging over the head stone. Here are some pictures of all of us there.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShXHknWwD5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/Qdb-IUQ-fUw/s1600-h/DSCN0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShXHknWwD5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/Qdb-IUQ-fUw/s320/DSCN0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338392365171216274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cleaning off the Grass and weeds from the Headstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShXGtNCU69I/AAAAAAAAAF0/kKGWtpWAOkA/s1600-h/DSCN0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShXGtNCU69I/AAAAAAAAAF0/kKGWtpWAOkA/s320/DSCN0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338391413213424594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the Beautiful headstone all cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShXCwNH_IEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ozW2sN1BmOg/s1600-h/DSCN0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShXCwNH_IEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ozW2sN1BmOg/s320/DSCN0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338387066730258498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All Of us Minus Alicia. I didn't realize until now that Matt and Gentry are giving bunny ears and Jillian is flipping her hair LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShXDxlc0bsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/N2fI4NtSF2U/s1600-h/DSCN0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShXDxlc0bsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/N2fI4NtSF2U/s320/DSCN0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338388189951585986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us Minus me and bunny ears and hair flipping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were eating dinner the kiddos were flipping on the tramp and here are pics of Evans Back Flip!! He is so crazy. I tried to get some of the girls but when they were up to flip Evan the little stinker would cut in and flip.. I was able to get one of Bells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShXE_0PPj3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/FPc1IrRNTIk/s1600-h/DSCN0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShXE_0PPj3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/FPc1IrRNTIk/s320/DSCN0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338389533950971762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan Mid Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShXFk0SsFEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZSuqtYpEAOc/s1600-h/DSCN0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShXFk0SsFEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZSuqtYpEAOc/s320/DSCN0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338390169620583490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later another Mid Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShXF8DFGfmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hu4SHwD4r1M/s1600-h/DSCN0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShXF8DFGfmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hu4SHwD4r1M/s320/DSCN0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338390568727117410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the one of Bells doing some Elbow front flip thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShXHHr6SP9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Te86Hg_0GWM/s1600-h/DSCN0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShXHHr6SP9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Te86Hg_0GWM/s320/DSCN0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338391868177792978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt doings his flip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-4121743141794305763?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/4121743141794305763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=4121743141794305763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/4121743141794305763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/4121743141794305763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/ShXHknWwD5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/Qdb-IUQ-fUw/s72-c/DSCN0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-7430345216734047550</id><published>2009-05-19T09:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:55:05.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>So I was pretty bummed out about not getting my Camera due to the Stupid tub until Friday Zac surprised me and got me a Nikon Coolpix!!! (The one with Ashton in the commercial) It is so cool! it has the touch screen and everything. Yay! Just wanted you all to know. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-7430345216734047550?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/7430345216734047550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=7430345216734047550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/7430345216734047550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/7430345216734047550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-6068375224474255441</id><published>2009-05-05T16:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:46:19.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>So I have one more week in my sentence (lol) for the back scratches... YAY I could not be more happy... Until.... Zac calls me and tells me that there is a crack in our tub!! And that is needs to be replaced soon. So him being a plumber and all calls up his connections and gets a pretty good deal on a new tub. But since our tub is a full fiberglass encloser and we are going to be replacing it with a regular tub we need to tile up the walls. And it is going to look majorly stupid if we have tile on the walls and then linoleum ( probably spelled wrong) on the floors, and hopefully there hasn't been much water leaking under the floor!! So we need to re tile that and the upstairs bath so that they match and then down the road we are going to have to do the kitchen and entry because I am not going to have a half and half house!! So the chances of me getting a new camera have like blow out the window :( I am pretty upset but what can you do. " Sh.. It happens" So it might be even longer before there are pictures up here... Maybe by some miracle I will come across my current camera charger. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-6068375224474255441?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/6068375224474255441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=6068375224474255441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/6068375224474255441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/6068375224474255441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-1104249661532944464</id><published>2009-04-23T10:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:19:18.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!!!! YAY</title><content type='html'>Okay okay here are the pictures from Wendover....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the beds they had these long tube pillows and of Course the boys had to have a sword fight.... Here is Zac and Zac pillow fighting..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SfCUYLmz1xI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0PhlkHinU6s/s1600-h/100_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SfCUYLmz1xI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0PhlkHinU6s/s320/100_1494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327921502332638994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know what he is doing.... Maybe trying to ride into the night??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SfCTStLIS2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/oH60ekQQzvE/s1600-h/100_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SfCTStLIS2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/oH60ekQQzvE/s320/100_1493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327920308752501602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the only way you can take a picture of Zac ... When he has no idea... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SfCTSUNi_9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/AGgs3cz0Ens/s1600-h/100_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SfCTSUNi_9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/AGgs3cz0Ens/s320/100_1491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327920302051753938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our view of the State line out the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SfCTSOCRqOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Bn1inPbQBwA/s1600-h/100_1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SfCTSOCRqOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Bn1inPbQBwA/s320/100_1490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327920300393867490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Zac in front of the Mirrored wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SfCTSFt2oRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RDzkW2jfcoo/s1600-h/100_1489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SfCTSFt2oRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RDzkW2jfcoo/s320/100_1489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327920298160726290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-1104249661532944464?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/1104249661532944464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=1104249661532944464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/1104249661532944464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/1104249661532944464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures-yay.html' title='Pictures!!!! YAY'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SfCUYLmz1xI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0PhlkHinU6s/s72-c/100_1494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-9078989798107940749</id><published>2009-04-14T09:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:27:49.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Made a Deal with the Devil???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I was sick and tired of having a broken Camera... The zoom doesnt work and I can never find the charger and It doesnt take very good pictures, I have been bugging zac about getting me a new one and then when we went camping and I wanted so bad to take pictures and couldnt I made a deal with him.... That I would scratch his back for 22:30 minutes every night for 30 days and I get a new camera. Sounds good right? It has been 2 days and I am so done already!!! I totally feel like I have sold my soul to the devil or something. I just cant get out of it now! I am a sucker... But hey at least you all will have pictures to look at in a month huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6550530044563859501-9078989798107940749?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/9078989798107940749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=9078989798107940749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/9078989798107940749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/9078989798107940749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/04/made-deal-with-devil.html' title='Made a Deal with the Devil???'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-8523877782205676890</id><published>2009-04-07T16:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:23:03.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I know.....</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need to update... and with pictures... Well I have some news and some pictures but I dont have them to post today. I got a Job FINALLY Yay and I love it!! It is so much closer to home and It is great everyone is nice and I know what I am doing and everything. It is great... Also Zac and I with Zac and Kim and a bunch of Kim's work Peeps took a trip to Wendover! It was so fun (my first time) and I have about 3 or 4 pictures from that but my camera died :( and I have yet to find my charger so it might be an even longer while til I have any more new pictures. Sorry Folks. I am going to No Name this weekend Easter and I am so excited I cant even tell you! I will hopefully have my camera working and if not hopefully Steve will have his and I can take some pics to post. Well I will post the pics from Wendover soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-8523877782205676890?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/8523877782205676890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=8523877782205676890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8523877782205676890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8523877782205676890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know I know.....'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-8262887578636233571</id><published>2009-02-13T12:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:24:50.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Economy!!</title><content type='html'>I was recently laid off from my job and I have been out of work for like 2 weeks and just so that you all are aware it sucks!!! I get so depressed that I get mad and yell at Zac then I just bust up crying! He is starting to show me how great a guy he really is. He just sits there and lets me get angry then hugs me while I cry! I know that it is so hard for him too and being the only one working I am sure that he wants to yell and cry sometimes too. When I first got laid off I thought that I would catch up on old sewing projects that I cast aside and maybe work out and I did! I am almost finished with this Rag Quilt that I have been kinda working on and such since we lived with Zacs mom and Todd (mind you this was right after we got married 2 and a half years ago and we lived there for 2 months) And I lost 12 pounds on the WII Fit!! Ya from a video Game I know! I am trying to stay up beat and positive. I no longer have the internet at home so when I get some more updates I will have to take a trip (and pack a lunch LOL) out to my parents. Love you all~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-8262887578636233571?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/8262887578636233571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=8262887578636233571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8262887578636233571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8262887578636233571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/02/stupid-economy.html' title='Stupid Economy!!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-7926344893582128665</id><published>2009-01-06T08:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:32:47.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am such a slacker!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey all!! I am such a slacker. Nothing has really happened that I can talk about. Sorry :) We had a nice holiday. Zac got me cowboy boots. LOL. He also got me a beautiful diamond star necklace!! He picked it out himself and surprised me he did really good! He got boots and clothes from me that he picked out himself!! He is so hard to shop for. Zacs Mom and Todd got me the prettiest jewlery box!! I love it. We also got money and we bought a WII. It is so fun!! I did the fitness test and I was 58 then i did it again and was 47 so I decided that I would do the training and do it again and now I am 29!! Right on that is only what 6 years older than I am now. Sad I know. It is really funny to watch boxing and stuff!! We have everyone come over and play all the time. First it was poker now it is the Wii. I will see if I can get some pics to post. Til then see ya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-7926344893582128665?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/7926344893582128665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=7926344893582128665&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/7926344893582128665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/7926344893582128665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-such-slacker.html' title='I am such a slacker!!!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-8480990848904065500</id><published>2008-11-11T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:31:42.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Pics</title><content type='html'>Halloween was so fun!! Check out the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmjtK4lUzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/o8PAoS29moY/s1600-h/100_1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267421235597628210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmjtK4lUzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/o8PAoS29moY/s320/100_1476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brandi dressed in Nick's costume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmjoj2IabI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RUaV8Zs-1WA/s1600-h/100_1472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267421156398885298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmjoj2IabI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RUaV8Zs-1WA/s320/100_1472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Candi!! Oh Man that red lipstick is horrible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmjjZ8ahcI/AAAAAAAAADw/UWsIMrOUwIE/s1600-h/100_1470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267421067841537474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmjjZ8ahcI/AAAAAAAAADw/UWsIMrOUwIE/s320/100_1470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prego hoooker and Jack Sparrow!!! Aka Patty Cakes and Trish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmjW6E024I/AAAAAAAAADg/RI3a8sfrNpY/s1600-h/100_1468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267420853128452994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmjW6E024I/AAAAAAAAADg/RI3a8sfrNpY/s320/100_1468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac and I. I love my boots!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmjBoi6tqI/AAAAAAAAADI/A8-4tdwYgis/s1600-h/100_1464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267420487645574818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmjBoi6tqI/AAAAAAAAADI/A8-4tdwYgis/s320/100_1464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Hookers!!! Ha ha ha  We are hott..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmi2mJfoQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/abqF4cocZ24/s1600-h/100_1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267420298023510274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmi2mJfoQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/abqF4cocZ24/s320/100_1462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again we are HOTT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmibkoWvPI/AAAAAAAAACw/USGaiwcyOL8/s1600-h/100_1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267419833759612146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmibkoWvPI/AAAAAAAAACw/USGaiwcyOL8/s320/100_1460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Cowboy were against Indians??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmiV6B0-eI/AAAAAAAAACo/DIm_ENH9eTo/s1600-h/100_1459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267419736424380898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmiV6B0-eI/AAAAAAAAACo/DIm_ENH9eTo/s320/100_1459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh Cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmiQOHNKlI/AAAAAAAAACg/MpXfSE9XNtY/s1600-h/100_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267419638736431698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmiQOHNKlI/AAAAAAAAACg/MpXfSE9XNtY/s320/100_1458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheif Thomas and his devil.. His head is do large it doesnt look normal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmiKn9CvQI/AAAAAAAAACY/Kp84TLKXsY4/s1600-h/100_1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267419542593912066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmiKn9CvQI/AAAAAAAAACY/Kp84TLKXsY4/s320/100_1456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheif Thomas SMOD and his little devil. HE he it is just so funny... You should see him shake that big head of his!!! So funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmiF0R9pAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dzvMe-Zt6yo/s1600-h/100_1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267419460003537922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmiF0R9pAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dzvMe-Zt6yo/s320/100_1453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candi Looking devilish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-8480990848904065500?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/8480990848904065500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=8480990848904065500&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8480990848904065500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/8480990848904065500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-pics.html' title='Halloween Pics'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRmjtK4lUzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/o8PAoS29moY/s72-c/100_1476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-2837970124837647863</id><published>2008-11-07T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:24:35.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall and Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRR2np27hdI/AAAAAAAAABw/mtraUUlkJvo/s1600-h/Fall+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265964287926175186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRR2np27hdI/AAAAAAAAABw/mtraUUlkJvo/s320/Fall+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love it when the leave start to change!! I love it even more that I can break out the big coats!! And hoodies. My Boots!! oh I love my boots. Here is the prettiest piture ever!! ( no it is not a pic of me HE HE) This is up at the Property! look at where our trailers are if the trees were not there you could see them. So pretty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This year Halloween was so fun!! We got all dressed up and went out on the town.. Not really but we pretend. I will post picture soon I am sure. I dressed up as a Saloon girl AKA: 1800's hooker, Zac dressed up a Dwight Yokam. (a cowboy). Nick dressed up like and Indian it was so awesome. His mom Made the costume it is so cool; He would shake his head and the whole thing would move it was so funny!! Candi and I could not stop laughing the whole time!! It was so great. Candi was a little devil we called her the hooker from hell. She looked so cute!! She dress up for all the old people at work too. Patty cakes was Jack Sparrow he looked just like him too, and Trisha dress up as a prego hooker... That was the theme for the girlies... Hookers from different eras. We had a ton of fun!! I love having friends that I can dress up with and be total fools!! I will put pics up soon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-2837970124837647863?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/2837970124837647863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=2837970124837647863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/2837970124837647863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/2837970124837647863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-and-halloween.html' title='Fall and Halloween'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SRR2np27hdI/AAAAAAAAABw/mtraUUlkJvo/s72-c/Fall+2008+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-1694057213226530870</id><published>2008-10-24T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:27:52.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Fun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yesterday totally sucked.. I was super busy at work and really tired. I was late, then I had a 2 hour long meeting, did not go to costco with my boss to return that DVD player, was unsuccesful in finding a MICR for the new printer we got, almost fell right on my face and Zac locked his keys in his truck (we only have one key) that also had the key to his tool box on it which ended up being unlocked so he could leave. So we had to jerry rigg this wire looking thing and a stake. It was actually really funny, Zac wedged the stake thing into the side of the door and Cam stuck the wire loop thing through the opening, then Zac ran to the other side of the truck to guide Cam on to the handle to pull it open. They tried unsuccesfully many times but ended up getting it open!! YAY! Then I went a hung out with Brittany, all we did was watch TV but seriously this is going to sound pathetic. I had the most fun that I have had in a long time!! And through out my whole crappy day I was in such a good mood. I dont know what it was I just didnt get up set about it all. Laughed instead of cried. You know how it goes. So I have a boring weekend a head of me so I am pretty glad that I got to have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-1694057213226530870?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/1694057213226530870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=1694057213226530870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/1694057213226530870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/1694057213226530870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2008/10/thursday-fun.html' title='Thursday Fun!!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-3423882589116118482</id><published>2008-10-20T11:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:58:11.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SPzGpwAgqwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kehgheoVr-k/s1600-h/Zac+and+I+at+wedding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259296885425875714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SPzGpwAgqwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kehgheoVr-k/s320/Zac+and+I+at+wedding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6550530044563859501-3423882589116118482?l=sallygarner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/feeds/3423882589116118482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6550530044563859501&amp;postID=3423882589116118482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/3423882589116118482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6550530044563859501/posts/default/3423882589116118482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallygarner.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09240475327320597177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/St4P-Mt4YYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2h-NL1fsS_8/S220/6328_1172024708570_1466592733_30461209_3629360_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8dZH69FXGG8/SPzGpwAgqwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kehgheoVr-k/s72-c/Zac+and+I+at+wedding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550530044563859501.post-7085675263130501451</id><published>2008-10-20T11:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:55:28.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Fun Monday to start Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well almost everyone I know is a blogger so I thought I would give it a go. I am pretty new at all this and I am not really sure what to tell ya. I am married to Zac. He is great (most of the time) but what husband is perfect?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a pretty perfect wife.... Ha ha Just kidding we all have our faults. We are currently selling our home. Which sucks but this is what happens when you think you can afford everything. You cant. I have a good job with a good company, So does my hubby. We punch the clock for the same good company. I am really excited for the holidays. I love Christmas!! I love the season and most everyone is in a good mood. It makes me really miss working at Roberts. I worked there about 2 1/2 years. I loved it. I walk into a craft store and instanly miss it. Anyways, Zac and I live a pretty normal life. We hang out with friends, go riding and like to be with Family. Love to camp and be out doors. Pretty Normal. Well I hope this went good... Who knows. who really cares? 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