<?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-5056907723539513784</id><updated>2012-01-31T04:39:17.290-06:00</updated><category term='chris rocks friday'/><category term='fall'/><title type='text'>Rarely silent or deadly....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>267</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-6335784270489933760</id><published>2011-10-05T10:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T10:53:57.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my husband. He's a good man--super supportive, encouraging, and my best friend. I am really thankful for him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Several life changing events happened within two weeks here. Please pray for us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God has a plan for my life. It is a good plan even if I don't know what it is at this moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can count my blessings. I can be thankful for the good things God has done for me rather than worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not in control but I've got an in with the One who is. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-6335784270489933760?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/6335784270489933760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=6335784270489933760' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6335784270489933760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6335784270489933760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2011/10/few-things.html' title='A Few Things...'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-1706924118297005979</id><published>2011-03-17T17:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T17:19:52.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;poor strung along blog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You get so neglected. I never mean to leave you for such long stretches of time but it always ends up being the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You deserve better than that faithful, lonely blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'll try...but please know this might end in heartache yet again--life is awfully busy for this newlywed/churchlady!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-1706924118297005979?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/1706924118297005979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=1706924118297005979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1706924118297005979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1706924118297005979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2011/03/poor-strung-along-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-3851819022138448275</id><published>2011-01-07T09:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:16:27.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're On A Wedding Blog</title><content type='html'>Our Wedding is on a blog! It's one of the "Top 10 Weddings of 2010" which blows my mind! You can&lt;a href="http://www.groomsoldseparately.com/vendor-spotlight/gss-featured-wedding-poll-the-top-ten-in-2010/"&gt; check it out here&lt;/a&gt;. You can see the &lt;a href="http://www.groomsoldseparately.com/real-weddings/gss-featured-wedding-professional-allison-davis-photography-sarah-beth-chris-wedding-in-a-hot-air-balloon-over-las-vegas/"&gt;original post here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND hopefully today I will have a much longer post about married life....because I've got to tell you, I love being Chris' wife!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-3851819022138448275?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/3851819022138448275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=3851819022138448275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3851819022138448275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3851819022138448275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2011/01/were-on-wedding-blog.html' title='We&apos;re On A Wedding Blog'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-2526521027715752161</id><published>2010-12-01T21:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:11:37.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Newlywed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love being married. It is fantastic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been married just over a month now &amp;amp; I can't tell you how incredibly thankful I am for my husband. I can't tell you how incredibly thankful I am for our apartment. I can't tell you how incredibly blessed I feel. I know I won't be able to effectively communicate how my heart is overflowing with thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;God has been extremely gracious to us. We are filled with joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On October 30th we headed out from Lovefield to fabulous Las Vegas. We tied up lose ends (marriage license, tux rental) on our last day of singlehood. My beautiful friend Connie drove over from Cali to be with me. I can't even tell you what a TREMENDOUS BLESSING it was to have her there! Our immediate families also flew out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On October 31st we were married in a hot air balloon....and it was amazing. Our first steps as a married couple were on air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On November 5th we celebrated with a reception at a flight museum...and delicious cake balls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now we're still unpacking (but our pile of items is so small!) and trying to catch up on thank you cards. And I've decided I miss blogging. I want to write up our adventurous journey from singlehood to married life. So stay tuned...pictures &amp;amp; more posts are coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-2526521027715752161?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/2526521027715752161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=2526521027715752161' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2526521027715752161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2526521027715752161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/12/newlywed.html' title='Newlywed'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-5186203510370919695</id><published>2010-10-25T17:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:19:12.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm six days out from being a married lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let that sink in for just a minute. I'm six days away from my life changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to marry the man God made for me in six days. In a hot air balloon. In Las Vegas. At 7 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful! When I start to think about how God orchestrated our relationship, how God has guided/strengthened/grew us into the couple we are now, and how God has fantastic things in store for us that are even better than we can imagine, my eyes water.  I am so humbled by this incredible blessing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days &amp;amp; counting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-5186203510370919695?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/5186203510370919695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=5186203510370919695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5186203510370919695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5186203510370919695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-six-days-out-from-being-married-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-8488627342171384473</id><published>2010-10-04T15:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T15:23:51.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>video</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;v=4EpBJtII4DI"&gt;The Proposal Video&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-8488627342171384473?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/8488627342171384473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=8488627342171384473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8488627342171384473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8488627342171384473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/10/video.html' title='video'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-4131062267427293294</id><published>2010-09-30T10:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T10:06:34.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>31 days</title><content type='html'>I'm getting married in 31 days...how stinkin' fast is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan: get married in Las Vegas in a hot air balloon on Halloween. It's fun. It's quirky. It's us. Plus it doesn't allow me time to stress out and turn into bridezilla....which actually (i'm sorry to say) is an actual concern. Plus it gives us a moment that's just ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're planning on having a reception in November. We'll show the engagement &amp;amp; the ceremony to our guests, have cake, and celebrate. Those details aren't hammered out just yet but should be finalized by this weekend....which would mean I could send out invitations next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-4131062267427293294?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/4131062267427293294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=4131062267427293294' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/4131062267427293294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/4131062267427293294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/09/31-days.html' title='31 days'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-3900228272118123613</id><published>2010-09-10T11:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:22:08.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a6785d4a5e3256e8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da6785d4a5e3256e8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306539%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C6667BC6AC91D5EBCB27672C928CEEB933A4C45.5FC5EBDF988431C15C61D4C5459CE096A8BE7848%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da6785d4a5e3256e8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx2ihs4Mh9R-aE0BzDuC46Wa6wo4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da6785d4a5e3256e8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306539%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C6667BC6AC91D5EBCB27672C928CEEB933A4C45.5FC5EBDF988431C15C61D4C5459CE096A8BE7848%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da6785d4a5e3256e8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx2ihs4Mh9R-aE0BzDuC46Wa6wo4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think the pictures I took of it did the ring justice so please enjoy the short video. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-3900228272118123613?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/3900228272118123613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=3900228272118123613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3900228272118123613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3900228272118123613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/09/ring.html' title='The Ring!'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-3149032027079549565</id><published>2010-09-09T19:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:22:57.039-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris rocks friday'/><title type='text'>BEST. BIRTHDAY. EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;28. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm 28 years old today &amp;amp; I can't believe how much God has already blessed me on this day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I woke up this morning, put on my adorable new birthday cardigan (thanks Wade!) &amp;amp; headed out to Starbucks. The morning was beautiful &amp;amp; I couldn't help but just thank Jesus for such a great day! I got a scone &amp;amp; a pumpkin spice latte (thanks Mom!) before heading into work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was able to visit with a volunteer, update my weekend rosters, and was feeling a little nervous for the weekend. I really needed about 35 more slots filled so I started praying God would provide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I went to birthday lunch at one of my favorite places in dfw: La Hacienda Ranch. It's yummy but the over the top decor is what really draws me in. I love that it's crazy ranch decorations &amp;amp; that they have such delicious tortillas. It was a huge blessing to have so many friends able to make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I come back &amp;amp; start work. I see an email from our pastor's wife saying a local bakery had donated cupcakes for our staff &amp;amp; they would be delivered at 3. SCORE! I get a text from PT our director for our children's curriculum asking me if I can be an extra in the video shoot. This day keeps getting better &amp;amp; better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I get a delicious chocolate cupcake (so good!) before heading up to the shoot. I get my mic on &amp;amp; am so thankful I get to be a part of this shoot. It's a Christmas themed shoot so it's really an amazing set! My role was to shop in the candy section until a store clerk took me to another part of the store. This was to be a cut away shot for different transitions. Easy enough! After all, I'd probably be shopping in the candy section anyway....ahhh Candy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With all four cameras rolling, Chris (in a horse costume) taps me on the shoulder as I'm shopping in the candy section. I don't think anything weird about a horse working in the shop since he had been in an earlier scene. He leads me to the middle of the stage, takes off his horse costume, and he's in a tuxedo. Chris says, "You've had a pretty great day today. I was wondering if you could help me have a really great day too. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Will you marry me?&lt;/span&gt;" My response: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I turn &amp;amp; friends and family are there to congratulate us! I can't believe it! I was totally surprised! I should be able to post a video of it before too long too which just blows me away! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is truly my best birthday ever &amp;amp; I can't believe it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-3149032027079549565?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/3149032027079549565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=3149032027079549565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3149032027079549565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3149032027079549565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/09/best-birthday-ever.html' title='BEST. BIRTHDAY. EVER!'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-5827216932851213291</id><published>2010-09-01T13:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:17:34.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprouts (a love letter)</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;a href="http://sprouts.com"&gt;Sprouts&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I have a history of making bad food choices. It starts with a cup of coffee then a pop tart then before you know I'm spiraling out of control due to all of the crazy sugar and preservatives I've eaten. The problem is that I love junk food. I do. I grew up on it--it takes me to my happy place. It feels like home....&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I was introduced to you. You and your organic farmer's market produce, bakery, deli, and ready to eat meals. It was love at first taste! Whenever I go to get groceries, you enable me to make good choices! You make me not miss Taco Bell and that is a feat that has never been done.&lt;br /&gt;I love you! Thank you for your premade meals too! I am currently enjoy a pork chop with stuffing and fresh vegetables. It is delightful! I also bought a snack: fresh organic mixed nuts &amp;amp; blackberries.&lt;br /&gt;I feel myself getting healthier all because of you! Could you make a version of Mountain Dew? Then my diet would be perfect!&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-5827216932851213291?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/5827216932851213291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=5827216932851213291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5827216932851213291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5827216932851213291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/09/sprouts-love-letter.html' title='Sprouts (a love letter)'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-7808902850945406580</id><published>2010-08-25T12:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T12:27:50.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>advertising works...at least on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was so excited about working out today I woke up myself at 4:45. When I realized what time it was, I slept for about an hour and a half. I don't know how I slept during the next 90 minutes, but I must have slept roughly. I woke up with a crazy pain in the middle of the right side of my back. I got up to work out thinking it would work itself out. Not so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I tried doing the warm up and it was PAINFUL. So I decided I would work out tonight. I laid back down with extra pillows for a little while thinking that would help...I was wrong. When I got up to take a shower, I let the hot water hit my back knowing this would solve the problem. For a third time in a very short span of time, I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I got ready for work. I stopped by to pick up an icy hot back patch. I've seen Shaq with one on his back in numerous commercials. I went to a drug store first but they didn't have icy hot. They did have other brands but I wanted the icy hot brand. It's what Shaq used &amp;amp; if it looked big on his back, I knew it would definitely cover my pained area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I went to another store, found my icy hot patches and picked up some dunkin' donuts coffee (so good!). In my car, I discretely put the patch on....and I felt relief almost instantly. Thanks Shaq. I owe you one!&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/5056907723539513784-7808902850945406580?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/7808902850945406580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=7808902850945406580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/7808902850945406580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/7808902850945406580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/08/advertising-worksat-least-on-me.html' title='advertising works...at least on me'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-5739254509424468162</id><published>2010-08-22T21:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T21:22:14.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>This &lt;a href="http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/independent/sweetheartsoftheprisonrodeo/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; is about a HUGE event that happens in my hometown every year. I grew up about 2 miles from it &amp;amp; it was always the weekend before my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to do right now. I'm so excited to see what all they have to say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-5739254509424468162?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/5739254509424468162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=5739254509424468162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5739254509424468162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5739254509424468162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-movie.html' title='New Movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-5315710933512344019</id><published>2010-08-20T15:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T15:40:17.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sermon Notes * Details by Ed Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have a little notebook from our 2009 Children's Conference. I take it to each small group &amp;amp; weekend service to take notes. I'm an old school note-taker. I had to stop &amp;amp; reread my notes from the January 9, 2010 sermon Pastor Ed shared. This sermon was over manners. I'd never heard a sermon over manners &amp;amp; it really struck me so I wanted to share some of the points from my notes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In our culture, the mood is rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ignorance + Arrogance = Rudeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Knowledge + Humility = Respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Manners are deep. Philippians 2:3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Manners aren't general; thy are specific.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. Manners aren't selective; they're standard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;EVERYONE MATTERS TO GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. Manners aren't about you; they're about others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10 Things for 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. I will take responsibility for honors, respect, &amp;amp; manners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. I will gladly welcome correction. (read Proverbs...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. I will deal with people honestly &amp;amp; without hostility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. I will look at (not through) people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. I will look my best because I represent the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. I will expect respect in all of my relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7. I will incorporate the power words in my life: Yes sir; No ma'am; please; thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8. I will make hospitality happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9. I will live in prayer mode. (pray for everyone I see/meet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10. I will fast to make it last. (awake21.0rg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS You can check out the &lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/ed-young-audio-podcast/id82034322"&gt;podcast on itunes&lt;/a&gt; or you can &lt;a href="http://blogs.creativepastors.com/cp/podcasts/"&gt;listen to it here&lt;/a&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/5056907723539513784-5315710933512344019?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/5315710933512344019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=5315710933512344019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5315710933512344019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5315710933512344019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/08/sermon-notes.html' title='Sermon Notes * Details by Ed Young'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-750813749948974053</id><published>2010-08-19T22:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:00:47.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bad ideas...</title><content type='html'>My next door neighbors are a really nice family. The parents (Tasi &amp;amp; Linda) are from South Africa &amp;amp; both work for Fed Ex. Their two children (Michaela &amp;amp; Nick) are really good. Whenever Linda has to go to Tennessee for work, I help out with the kids while Tasi is at work. It's really simple: I come over early, early, early in the a.m. so Tasi can go to work. I get the kids up &amp;amp; take them to either school or childcare (depending on the time of year), head to work, pick up the kids from school or childcare after work, then chill out wiht them until Tasi gets home. It's really simple &amp;amp; the kids are so good, I enjoy the time we spend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was our last night together since Linda returns tomorrow afternoon. I wanted to make tonight special so I told the kids we could cook anything they wanted for dinner. I was surprised when they told me they wanted Spaghetti Tacos.  Essentially you make spaghetti, bake some taco shells, then place the noodles in the shell, and you top it off with either marinara or alfredo sauce. If you think this sounds like not your type of meal, you &amp;amp; I would have something in common. I was surprised to see Nick eat three &amp;amp; Michaela eat two. I was really thankful I was able to eat one.... No. I won't be doing that again anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner I thought we could ride around the neighborhood. Michaela would ride her bike, Nick would ride his scooter, and I would use my roller skates. Michaela opted to walk. My roller skates did not do well on the sidewalk. I didn't want to set a bad example by skating in the street so I tried to power through on the sidewalk. After almost tripping 7 times, we headed back to the house. I put on my vibrams. Nick put up his scooter &amp;amp; took his bike out. Michaela &amp;amp; I walked behind him. So not quite the fun outing I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought ice cream would make the evening better. We went to Braums...oh Braums how I love you! We had a much better experience with Braums. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cap off the night we played a game of Nintendo Monopoly. I used Link's boots for my token. :-) The kids did not quite grasp what were good purchases &amp;amp; what weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the kids all had really good attitudes. :-) And next time I babysit, I'll think through things a little more before I agree to things like spaghetti tacos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-750813749948974053?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/750813749948974053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=750813749948974053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/750813749948974053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/750813749948974053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/08/bad-ideas.html' title='bad ideas...'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-1870303838366823784</id><published>2010-08-18T09:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T09:49:51.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My goodness it's been a while....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then again, I have a pattern of consistently writing then sporadically writing then no writing at all. So I really shouldn't be as surprised as the first sentence shows....I don't know, I think I always have great plans of writing more. Writing often. Writing to release. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Life has been busy with lots of change lately. My work responsibilities grew. I now get to manage my regular team of greeters for the preschool and the toddler hall. I keep wanting to yell out, "I don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' no babies!" but it's not quite applicable. I don't have to deliver any babies, I just have to care for them once they start walking. It's been a great time of growth. I am learning a lot about toddlers and my diaper changing skills are on a whole 'nother level. I'm really looking forward to learning more about how to be a shepherd for my volunteers. It's a tricky business, caring for souls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I went to Allaso Ranch for a week. I loved teaching Bible study. I forgot just how much I missed teaching. Yes, every week I lead a devotional with my volunteers but teaching is so different! It was nice to get to teach again. I typically get to teach a lesson or two of our small group examples for the curriculum we produce. In other words, I'm trying to keep my teaching skills from getting rusty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My baby niece had an excellent time! She was selected to be camper of the day on Monday too! She got to zipline &amp;amp; blob. She was able to make friends, have fun, and most importantly learn more about the mission God has for her precious life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In Ring Watch 2010 news, Chris &amp;amp; I tried on some rings the other day. I didn't find the ring though. It's funny how you see a ring, appreciate its beauty, try it on, and realize this isn't the ring for you. Chris said we'd look at a few other places too. I'll keep you posted as news develops. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chris is absolutely wonderful. I am so thankful for him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Muse has been my ear candy for the last week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm doing my Insanity workouts again. Shaun T (the fitness instructor) said that he isn't doing this to hurt me but to make me stronger....I think it might actually be a little of both. ;-) It's good to get back into a routine. I did miss working out. Plus the sweet sense of accomplishment from living after you finish a session can't have a price put on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was really excited to find out my dear, wonderful, lovely friend Connie is getting married in December! I'm also really excited that I get to attend the wedding in California! I've never been to California so I'm looking forward to it. I hear very good things about it. Plus to share in Connie's big day is wonderful. I got a sneak peek of her dress &amp;amp; it's killer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mountain Dew Throwback is on shelves again. I fear I will be hoarding it since I only have about 5 cans left from the original hoard. Dr. Pepper has a made with real sugar variety out now too...soda will surely be the death of me. Why does sugar &amp;amp; caffeine have to be so delicious? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm almost finished with Beth Moore's study on John. I'm really bummed I only have 10 more days of it. I've always like John the most out of the disciples (I would call myself the beloved disciple too so we've always has a bit of a connection). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I bought a CS Lewis collection of books. I'm rather intimidated to read it...but I know I'll learn a lot from it. I'm also reading my pastor's book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Creative Leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. I am really enjoying it. My leaders are going to start studying it with me too. I'm really looking forward to seeing what comes out of it. :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My desk is currently drowning in a sea of papers. I need to figure out a better organizational system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My friend, Carolyn, lent me her plaque. It's a nice edition to my already eclectic desk. Her plaque is pink with white polka dots and proudly says: Put on your BIG GIRL Panties and deal with it! With all of the change, this is a nice reminder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My fashion sense is off as of late....I don't know why but lately it seems like I have nothing to wear. When I put on something, I'm not too excited about it. I don't know what the clothes funk is all about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't have skin cancer! I celebrated by buying two new outfits....including a great pair of mustard peep toe wedges. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And that's a little bit of what's been going on lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-1870303838366823784?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/1870303838366823784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=1870303838366823784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1870303838366823784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1870303838366823784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-3515842841461885230</id><published>2010-08-10T14:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T14:25:53.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music in the Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's not a secret: I love music. Not just because I was a choir kid. Not just because I wanted to sing "Vision of Love" on Star Search &amp;amp; would practice for hours on end. I love the way music sets the atmosphere. I just love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A few months ago, I moved over to the preschool from the elementary office. In the preschool, a couple of the ladies will listen to their music all day...without ear phones. Unfortunately, I had left my ear phones at home &amp;amp; didn't have a spare pair in my desk. No offense to the sweet ladies or their choice in music but after a while, I was ready to not hear their music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So today, I made sure to bring my ear phones. Currently Mae is helping me tune out everything else in the office.I feel like now I'm ready to go! Now I'm ready to be productive. No more hearing the same five songs on loop for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh....productivity here I come!&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/5056907723539513784-3515842841461885230?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/3515842841461885230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=3515842841461885230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3515842841461885230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3515842841461885230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/08/music-in-office.html' title='Music in the Office'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-5369671513729849856</id><published>2010-07-16T00:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:38:55.713-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris rocks friday'/><title type='text'>2nd Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TD_vkSsNG6I/AAAAAAAAAqI/xGB1BP1AcGA/s1600/100_0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TD_vkSsNG6I/AAAAAAAAAqI/xGB1BP1AcGA/s320/100_0759.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494373477186870178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TD_vj5-4BAI/AAAAAAAAAqA/xrxtFhRnsug/s1600/100_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TD_vj5-4BAI/AAAAAAAAAqA/xrxtFhRnsug/s320/100_0851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494373470554293250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TD_vjud2bNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/BJJOOabUp-8/s1600/100_0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TD_vjud2bNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/BJJOOabUp-8/s320/100_0853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494373467462986962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TD_vjbMcu8I/AAAAAAAAApw/Ni3UGyhqDsA/s1600/100_0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TD_vjbMcu8I/AAAAAAAAApw/Ni3UGyhqDsA/s320/100_0861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494373462289726402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TD_vi3eKMVI/AAAAAAAAApo/NoR9X0EhvQk/s1600/100_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TD_vi3eKMVI/AAAAAAAAApo/NoR9X0EhvQk/s320/100_0877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494373452700332370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-5369671513729849856?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/5369671513729849856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=5369671513729849856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5369671513729849856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5369671513729849856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/07/2nd-anniversary.html' title='2nd Anniversary'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TD_vkSsNG6I/AAAAAAAAAqI/xGB1BP1AcGA/s72-c/100_0759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-1991859942238764830</id><published>2010-07-02T09:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T09:25:47.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning ahead</title><content type='html'>I'm wearing my "I &lt; 3 Dinos" t-shirt today. Yes, the 'i"s are shaped like bones and yes inside of the heart is the silhouette of a t-rex. This is a shirt that I will probably want to wear in an engagement picture session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not engaged...yet. It's coming. I know it. I can feel it! I don't know when or how but I know soon I will get to  ecstatically scream YES!!!! I'll get to retell the story so much so that my mom ends up doing a cross stitch of it. Oh it will be a beautiful event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll get to take pictures. Yes, engagement lovey dovey pictures! And I will wear my dinosaur shirt in at least one of them. Sure I'll have the exceptional dress/shoe combo rockin but why not take a picture or two with a random t-shirt and my vibrams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I did a post not too long ago on the whole not putting the cart before the horse thing. I'm just trying to be proactive. Yesterday I changed what I was wearing four times before heading into work. 4 times. That's ridiculous. I often find that I have nothing to wear despite the amount of clothes I own. It's ridiculous. On picture day, I need to have a plan of action. No indecisiveness.  Just a dinosaur t-shirt, some vibrams, and my wonderful Chris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-1991859942238764830?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/1991859942238764830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=1991859942238764830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1991859942238764830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1991859942238764830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/07/planning-ahead.html' title='Planning ahead'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-6399873485083308449</id><published>2010-06-30T18:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:10:32.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love it!</title><content type='html'>I have come to the realization that I am not made for a job that has the same tasks to do daily. Nor am I really made for a desk. I am definitely not a candidate for corporate America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a church lady absolutely makes me smile. I love the various roles I get to have. Sometimes I get to proof our children's curriculum. I get to be in video shoots teaching how to lead small group activities! I've been in song videos. I get to make my areas homey and really pursue hospitality in all aspects of my job. I get to minister to my volunteers. I get to welcome first time families. I get to help plan events. I get to write Bible studies for camp. I get to teach at camp. I get to read. I get to meet with my leadership team each week. I get to be goofy with them while showing the love of Christ. I get to do some amazing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's humbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never in a million years thought I would be a church lady. I thought I might marry a minister but never be one. I thought surely I would be a missionary. It's amazing how God wired me for this position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it's easy. I'm definitely stretched. I get presented with new opportunities that teach me how much I still have to learn and grow. I'm incredibly thankful for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-6399873485083308449?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/6399873485083308449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=6399873485083308449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6399873485083308449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6399873485083308449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-it.html' title='love it!'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-115968485534977725</id><published>2010-06-23T11:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T11:46:25.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update on Life Style Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first week of insanity work outs went really well. I made four out of the five (I missed one due to gathering supplies for the weekend which took longer than expected). That Friday night I played in 3 softball games. Good stuff. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The second week of insanity work outs went really not well. I made one out of the five. Yep. One. I feel like I got pretty ok workout at mini-camp. I played softball on Friday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is the third week of insanity. I made the work out yesterday. Today my hammies feel like they're on fire. That's my tip off that I'm getting back into the groove of things. Plus I have a double header for softball this weekend. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm drinking a ton of water daily &amp;amp; fewer sodas. I'm not even missing Mountain Dew. This blows my mind just a tad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food choices still aren't the best but they aren't the worst. It's a slow but steady process I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did buy five candy bars while in line at Target the other day....and I've eaten two of them. I'm proud to say I ate the two of them on separate days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can tell a difference in my muscle tone despite the lackluster commitment to work outs. Yay Insanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-115968485534977725?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/115968485534977725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=115968485534977725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/115968485534977725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/115968485534977725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/06/update-on-life-style-change.html' title='update on Life Style Change'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-1448010240875218909</id><published>2010-06-17T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T10:39:13.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MINI CAMP</title><content type='html'>Mini Camp is even better than a mini cooper. That's right I said it. Mini camp is rocking my face off right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our Kindergarten &amp;amp; first grade students can't go to church camp, we are making a camp just for them. It's Tuesday-Thursday. I love it! I wrote one of the Bible studies (Wednesday) and I get to be a grade leader. I have five first grade teams I'm responsible for. I get to make sure the trainers have what they need and that the kids are having a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day and what better way to celebrate than with water. Today instead of crafts and outside games, we're having water day. 3 water inflatables and wiggly water guys are waiting for our kids today. I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-1448010240875218909?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/1448010240875218909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=1448010240875218909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1448010240875218909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1448010240875218909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/06/mini-camp.html' title='MINI CAMP'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-1670300677397503632</id><published>2010-06-16T09:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T09:21:05.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris rocks friday'/><title type='text'>1:11:1</title><content type='html'>1 year: 11 months: 1 day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how long I've been dating Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how long ago I rejected Chris. Yep. About a month before we started dating, he asked me out and I turned him down. I wasn't nice about it either. I wasn't mean but I certainly wasn't kind in the rejection. But he didn't quit. He kept praying. He kept pursuing. My fear, insecurities and foolishness pushed him away time and time again but he didn't quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are 1 year 11 months and 1 day into a lifetime together. Absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful God has blessed me with such a servant hearted gentleman who's just as silly as I am. I am so grateful God has blessed me with a patient and gracious guy who has a remarkable perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-1670300677397503632?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/1670300677397503632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=1670300677397503632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1670300677397503632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1670300677397503632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/06/1111.html' title='1:11:1'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-6657114096275159368</id><published>2010-06-11T17:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T17:18:53.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life change?</title><content type='html'>There was a period of my life where I was healthy. I worked out regularly. I drank a lot of water every day. I made more good food choices than bad. I was healthy....and then one day, I just stopped. I chose convenience. I chose more bad food choices than good. I stopped running. I stopped going to the gym. And now I'm out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I mention how out of shape I am, I typically get rebuked. You see, despite being out of shape, I'm still thin. I look healthy. I could easily fool most people into thinking I was just fine...which, unfortunately I've tricked myself into thinking for the last couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I decided to change my life. I work out with a group doing "&lt;a href="http://www.beachbody.com/product/fitness_programs/insanity.do"&gt;Insanity&lt;/a&gt;" (which is aptly named). I'm trying to make better food choices. In short, I'm trying to be healthy once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see if this patterns continues....but &lt;a href="http://www.beachbody.com/text/products/programs/insanity/popup_parsea/shaun.html"&gt;Shaun T&lt;/a&gt; thinks I can do it, so I think I can too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-6657114096275159368?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/6657114096275159368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=6657114096275159368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6657114096275159368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6657114096275159368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-change.html' title='life change?'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-3159865519756752098</id><published>2010-06-03T13:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:12:49.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew 5:9</title><content type='html'>'Blessed are the peacemakers for they will be called sons of God.' Matthew 5:9 niv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want peace, you have to go through conflict. The cycle of conflict isn't always pleasant nor is is one that most enjoy going through, but it's necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change. Conflict. Growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But avoid foolish and ignorant disputes, knowing that they generate strife.' 2 Timothy 2:23 nkjv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cycle of conflict, peacemakers must be careful to not get caught up in foolish arguments. That is difficult...especially when slander comes into the picture. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am learning how to be a peacemaker who doesn't get caught up in foolish disputes. This isn't my favorite thing to learn...at all but I know it's good to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-3159865519756752098?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/3159865519756752098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=3159865519756752098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3159865519756752098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3159865519756752098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/06/matthew-59.html' title='Matthew 5:9'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-394615612592309325</id><published>2010-06-02T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:53:59.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a weird fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You know those silly questionnaires that ask you to list 25 things about yourself that others wouldn't know? I've done a couple but one fact I've always left off because I didn't want to seem weird or like a goody two shoes...or a weird little goody two shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I like donating blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It started my junior year of high school at a blood drive in our drama class. I felt like I had made a difference and I decided that whenever asked, I would donate blood. So senior year and throughout college I faithfully gave at blood drives. I started donating post college too &amp;amp; continued pretty faithfully until this last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After I moved about 30 minutes north of where I donated, things got hectic and I dropped the donating ball until this past Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well another thing on my list that I haven't shared is that I'm always a problem when I donate. It's never an intentional problem but always a problem.  I have a tendency to scare the technicians with each donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to be proactive, I did everything right prior to donating. I stopped caffeine for a day and a half (if you know me, you know this is a huge deal since I live off of caffeine and sugar). I ate plenty of iron rich foods prior to donating. I felt confident this time I would not be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iron levels were well above the limit. My blood pressure was commendable. My pulse a healthy, active rate. Yes, this time donating would be different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat down to donate, I had a little conversation to prepare the technician for what was going to happy...after all, I'm a donating pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: So Janette, let me tell you what happens when I give blood. I give really fast--always under 8 minutes. I do just fine until the very end. The color leaves my face and I've heard it's pretty scary. Just get me some juice &amp;amp; I'll be fine in no time.&lt;br /&gt;Janette the technician: Um...ok? I think it's because you think it's going to happen. I want you to think about some place you want to visit, not about the blood, ok?&lt;br /&gt;me: ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the next 7 minutes Janette and I visit about her family. I felt very comfortable with her. Then She took the needle out of my arm &amp;amp; it started. I got very hot. I told Janette. As she walked over to turn the fan towards me, tunnel vision and muffled hearing hit me like a ton of bricks. The next thing I know I have a couple of ice packs on me and a swarm of technicians around me. One tried to give me juice but I couldn't grab it for a minute or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I had my juice, the tunnel vision subsided and I could hear clearly, I apologized. I told them I tried so hard to not be a bother in all aspects of life but the one thing I was always difficult with was donating blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How weird is that? I seriously thought I was a medical oddity. I called Nurse Cheryl &amp;amp; told her about it. She came up with several reasons why that happens each time I donate. None of those reason have anything to do with being a medical oddity. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my weird fact: I love to donate blood but probably shouldn't be a donor.&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/5056907723539513784-394615612592309325?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/394615612592309325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=394615612592309325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/394615612592309325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/394615612592309325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/06/weird-fact.html' title='a weird fact'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-3114899567189795011</id><published>2010-06-01T14:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:06:18.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jasmataz weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What a great weekend with my Jasmine (yep, i know it's a little late).  Here's a recap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met my sister in Calera, Oklahoma (just north of the border) at Taco Casa. Not only did I get a delicious sweet tea but I also picked up my precious Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The car ride home was sooo good--we talked about a lot of spiritual things (seriously...it was amazing!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday we got mani/pedis. Jasmine had never had a pedicure before. Her face during the process was priceless! Somethings made her cringe and others made her smile. We also hit up Chuck E Cheese (thanks Marty!!!) and Sam Moon. The girl was ecstatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday we slept in, headed up to church and helped set up for children's baptism. Jasmine is a super little volunteer! After church we went to dinner with Chris and his family. Jasmine loves Chris' dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday we went to church. Jasmine volunteered in one of Miss Shannon's 3 year old classes. Jasmine had a blast before going to service. That afternoon we napped then made dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday we played some monopoly then went to the mall with my sister &amp;amp; Dee.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was such a blessing! I'm so excited to see what God is doing in her life &amp;amp; can't wait to see what He continues to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Best quote of the weekend: 'Sarah, you know hobos are endangered.' --Jasmine 'Isn't that a good thing? Doesn't that mean they have jobs and homes?'--sb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-3114899567189795011?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/3114899567189795011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=3114899567189795011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3114899567189795011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3114899567189795011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/06/jasmataz-weekend.html' title='Jasmataz weekend'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-2181756519816865573</id><published>2010-05-18T09:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T09:35:09.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so stinkin' excited</title><content type='html'>Typically when I know something big is about to happen, I can't sleep. I stay up with anticipation like I'm 5 years old on Christmas eve all over again. I think through how wonderful whatever 'it' will be &amp;amp; think about the possibilities. I allow myself to dream big dreams about whatever thing has me excited. Last night it was my niece Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after work, I'm headed to the state line to pick her up. She gets to stay with me through Monday. I've thought through some of the things we'll be doing...I even have a welcome gift for her. I can't wait to have her here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt we'll have tons of pictures taken..and tons of silly stories from the weekend. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-2181756519816865573?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/2181756519816865573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=2181756519816865573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2181756519816865573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2181756519816865573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-stinkin-excited.html' title='so stinkin&apos; excited'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-6147486181752280918</id><published>2010-05-17T09:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T10:03:53.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris rocks friday'/><title type='text'>Chris Rocks Friday...on a Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I haven't done this type of post in ages. It's not because Chris went on  a hiatus of not rocking. No, no my friends. Chris still rocks. Chris  still knows how to be awesome. After all, I seriously doubt that's  something one forgets. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So what reason will I give for Chris  rocking this particular post? Will it have to do with work? Will it  have to do with volunteering? Will it involve hobbies? What will be the  reason? *drum roll please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chris just might be the most supportive guy ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yesterday we had a cookout for my volunteer team after services. Chris came to meet my team. Chris lugged tables, chairs, coolers to wherever they needed to go without complaint. Chris sanitized the tables after too. He did all of this is hot, humid weather with a good attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We're playing church league softball. I think I'm going to be horrific at it. Chris helped me pick out a good glove &amp;amp; played catch with me yesterday afternoon. He gave me pointers on how to improve. He gave encouragement. He believed in me and now I'm not concerned about how poorly I'll play this Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He set up a dinner date with some friends for last night too. We had homemade pizza, great conversation and went to Tappy's for dessert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Talk about a supportive guy &amp;amp; that's just one day that he shows how much he loves me. Just one. I'm a very blessed lady to have someone who loves me so much--Chris rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-6147486181752280918?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/6147486181752280918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=6147486181752280918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6147486181752280918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6147486181752280918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/05/chris-rocks-fridayon-monday.html' title='Chris Rocks Friday...on a Monday'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-3982546642262191824</id><published>2010-05-13T11:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T14:51:08.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blowin up huge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My old boss was in a fantasy football league &amp;amp; would say, 'planet m is blowin up huge!' whenever his team would do particularly well.  Around the office we will occasionally say this if an event was going smoothly. 'camp registration is blowin up huge!' 'volunteerism is blowin up huge!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My love of shoes is blowin up huge as of late. These are my two latest purchases:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S-xVyqtoBKI/AAAAAAAAAnY/DOeEYpFezzU/s1600/vibram_fivefingers_sprint_black300.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S-xV967uSVI/AAAAAAAAAng/2rYsi9vX860/s1600/Spring2010+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S-xV967uSVI/AAAAAAAAAng/2rYsi9vX860/s320/Spring2010+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470842169628445010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S-xWOr5g0sI/AAAAAAAAAno/B50e9dIqOls/s1600/vibram_fivefingers_sprint_black300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S-xWOr5g0sI/AAAAAAAAAno/B50e9dIqOls/s320/vibram_fivefingers_sprint_black300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470842457650418370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Close to total opposites but both make me so incredibly excited. The boots just make me smile. I look at them &amp;amp; ask myself if it's possible to wear them with every single item in my closet. They sparkle. They are not something you see everyday. They remind me of the journey I'm on thanks to the Flavour conference in April. I love these boots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The gorilla looking shoes are vibram five fingers sprint. These are part of the barefoot running movement. Apparently they strengthen your feet and calves. Wearing these shoes completely change your gait &amp;amp; make it easier to run longer (you use less energy to make your strides). I picked these bad boys up during lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Slipping out of 3.5 inch stilettos and into these felt just a wee bit different. A good different. My arches are so happy right now. I am so pumped these shoes feel so good! I can't wait to go for a run in them in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've missed running a lot. I'm so out of shape now which makes me not want to run which makes me more of out shape....you see the vicious cycle. I loved running and with my weird looking barefoot shoes, I'm hoping my love of running returns--especially since I have softball starting up on Sunday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hopefully my love of fitness will be blowin up huge too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-3982546642262191824?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/3982546642262191824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=3982546642262191824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3982546642262191824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3982546642262191824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/05/blowin-up-huge.html' title='blowin up huge'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S-xV967uSVI/AAAAAAAAAng/2rYsi9vX860/s72-c/Spring2010+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-7907989462669999323</id><published>2010-05-11T09:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:50:29.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BABIES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't know if it's because I work in the preschool now, because the new documentary is out on 4 babies from around the world or because some precious friends are expecting but I've come to the realization I LOVE BABIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Saturday we had Parent Child Dedication &amp;amp; I got to announce the families. I can't tell you how incredibly excited I was to be around all of those babies. Just looking at them &amp;amp; realizing the untapped potential in each of their lives blew me away! To think God not only created each one of them to be unique but also has a plan for their lives that is greater than I could imagine makes me want to dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm keeping my new found love of babies under wraps so I won't scare Chris. I know I don't want to be a mom any time soon. I don't think I could handle the responsibility right now(seriously, you are accountable for your child &amp;amp; how you train, teach, love and guide him).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm hoping that my baby love doesn't turn into baby fever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-7907989462669999323?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/7907989462669999323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=7907989462669999323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/7907989462669999323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/7907989462669999323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/05/babies.html' title='BABIES!'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-5393040280717510711</id><published>2010-05-06T09:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T09:36:43.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOO HOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love answered prayers...and answered prayers that come with a yes not a no or a wait. I don't really love the no or the wait response but the yes, oh how I love the yes! It seems that recently I'm getting more yeses than I can remember ever receiving and I am loving this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have been praying for my precious 10 year old niece to be able to attend &lt;a href="http://www.allasoranch.com"&gt;Allaso Ranch&lt;/a&gt; this summer with Chris &amp;amp; me. We'll be volunteering and after two summers of being out there, I can't express just how awesome this camp is. No offense &lt;a href="http://www.fallscreekok.org/"&gt;Falls Creek&lt;/a&gt; but &lt;a href="http://www.allasoranch.com/activities.php"&gt;Allaso Ranch&lt;/a&gt; is flipping amazing. Last night I spoke with my sister &amp;amp; Jasmine gets to come to camp with us! YES!!!! Thank You God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now this may not seem like such a big deal but let's look at the back story: Jasmine and I have a special connection. She just might be my mini-me....except way taller than I ever was. Seriously this girl will be taller than I am by the beginning of the school year. She's my amazon mini-me.  Two summers ago, God allowed me to share the gospel with her &amp;amp; she became a Christian! WHOA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My sister isn't a Christian &amp;amp; until recently hasn't really wanted anything to do with God.  With the custody arrangement, my sister has her for 6 months during the week &amp;amp; the other 6 months during the weekends. My mom tries to take Jasmine to church either on Wednesdays or Sundays depending on the time of the year.  This precious girl loves God and really enjoys church but doesn't get the opportunity to go as often as she'd like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I've been praying that God would place people on Jasmine's path to encourage her, show her Who He is, love her and help her spiritually mature. She comes and stays with me whenever the custody arrangement allows--this is typically a few days each summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jasmine made the choice to not live with her dad &amp;amp; only see him sometimes rather than on a consistent basis. This means I can let her stay with me more often...I can pour into her more, she can spend more time with Chris and she gets to come to church on a consistent basis! This is a huge blessing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know it might sound odd to be rejoicing about lack of contact with her dad, but I'm praying for him. He's not a Christian. He's mean. He's judgmental. He is hurtful to his children and continually breaks promises. I pray for his salvation. I pray for life change. I pray he experiences the abundant life Christ talks about in John 10. He is lost and without hope. All I can do is pray for him &amp;amp; show him God's love/grace whenever I'm around him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My precious baby amazon niece is coming to church camp. I see such potential in her &amp;amp; I can't wait to see what Christ does in her life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thank YOU God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-5393040280717510711?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/5393040280717510711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=5393040280717510711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5393040280717510711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5393040280717510711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/05/whoo-hoo.html' title='WHOO HOO!'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-6936254282258899629</id><published>2010-05-03T11:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:53:40.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sleep Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chris &amp;amp; I volunteered at our church's 3-5th grade lock-in. We had just shy of 500 kids attend. It was so much fun to see how excited they were to be there. Preston gave a great message, Matt &amp;amp; Kenneth led the kids in some minute to win it games and the Cloud 9 concert was fantastic! Then I had a flash back to my teaching days as we loaded up school buses to go to Speedzone. I had 70 people on my bus. The kids loved Speedzone...and I ended up with a baseball sized bruise on my shoulder blade. When racing go carts, make sure to properly adjust your buckle. It should be snug and secure...unless you want a really large bruise. :-) When everyone returned to church, I made a giant pot of coffee and headed home to catch about 4.5 hours of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I got up, prettied up, and headed out to Amanda's wedding. Do you ever go to a wedding and you can tell it's everything the couple wanted? Yep that was the Dearing wedding! So Congrats A-town! Unfortunately Chris &amp;amp; I couldn't stay for the reception since it was my first weekend in my new role. Everything looked beautiful &amp;amp; I heard the cake was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Service was very fast-paced and I felt like I learned a lot in a short amount of time. Now I know I still have a lot to learn...a lot. I look forward to being stretched in this new role. I look forward to being challenged. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After Saturday service, I met up with Connie &amp;amp; the Sweeneys for dinner. A short, three hour dinner was a fantastic way to top off a busy Saturday.  I really wish there were a way to be able to just stop by Connie's house after work for tea and Gilmore Girls like senior year at college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After services, Chris &amp;amp; I chilled out before going to see a movie.  After the lack of sleep from the previous day, it was fitting to see "A Nightmare on Elm Street".  Having never watched the Nightmares from the 80s, I was so surprised that I really hated Freddy.  Then we had some good time talking about the future on a beautiful night.  Ahhh...love that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For those of you who prayed I'd get through the weekend, thank you! I slept for about 9 or 10 hours today so I should be good to go for the rest of the week. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-6936254282258899629?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/6936254282258899629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=6936254282258899629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6936254282258899629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6936254282258899629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-sleep-weekend.html' title='No Sleep Weekend'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-6008997455649739960</id><published>2010-04-30T17:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T17:17:05.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not a good sign</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up at 7:30 like I do most mornings. I prayed, set my alarm for 10, rolled over and shut my eyes really tight. But sure enough my body was screaming at me to get up. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now most Fridays this wouldn't be a big deal but today I really needed to sleep until 10. Tonight is an all night lock-in for our 3-5th graders that Chris &amp;amp; I are volunteering for. We're stoked to help but I would be a bit more stoked had I slept longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5:15 and I'm so tired now! No joke. I want to take a nap. I want to pull a Costanza and sleep under my desk....but we have a meeting in 10 minutes to go over logistics for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow a former roommate is getting married at 2 &amp;amp; I need to be at work at 3:30 so a nap isn't going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first weekend in my new role at the preschool....oh folks why didn't I sleep in this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this post before Monday, please say a pray! :-) Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-6008997455649739960?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/6008997455649739960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=6008997455649739960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6008997455649739960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6008997455649739960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-good-sign.html' title='not a good sign'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-7378747374499872862</id><published>2010-04-27T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:26:27.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today is my first day in my new office. I know a lot of changes are in store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;First change: I'm in an office by myself. Yep. It's me, my desk, inflatable t-rex Roarbert &amp;amp; some pictures of my family just chilling out in here. At my old office, I was with 6 other people in one large room. Now it's very odd to hear my keyboard clacking so loudly. Has it always been this loud &amp;amp; I'm just now noticing it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In my new office I have a window. It's pretty big &amp;amp; it's nice to be able to see outside...and randomly enough I can see Chuck E. Cheese from my desk. That seems fitting somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In my new position, I'm no longer teaching. I'm not the elementary discipleship coordinator any longer. I am now the minister of the preschool greeting team. In my new job, I get to shepherd a team of about 100 volunteers. We greet families coming to the Preschool, help in any needed classroom, do whatever is needed to ensure a successful weekend and I also am over the maintenance of the main parts of the preschool building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That's a huge change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sometimes I do very well with change &amp;amp; sometimes I do not. Thankfully I just had a weekend conference &amp;amp; sermon that had a ton to do with courage. I know that I can't do this alone &amp;amp; this is going to be a season of stretching me but I am looking forward to learning. I was so comfortable in my old position and I know this new opportunity will challenge me to totally depend on God. I can't do this on my own but God can. I don't have to be afra9d of all of the unknowns in this new position because God knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Matthew 19:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jesus looked hard at them and said, "No chance at all if you think you  can pull it off yourself. Every chance in the world if you trust God to  do it." (the Message)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with  God all things are possible." (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So here's to change, trust and courage! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-7378747374499872862?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/7378747374499872862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=7378747374499872862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/7378747374499872862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/7378747374499872862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/04/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-5733709954329682347</id><published>2010-04-26T09:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:13:30.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flavour 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm incredibly blessed to be a part of Fellowship Church. I am reminded quite often of just how fortunate I am to sit under the leadership of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://twitter.com/edyoung"&gt; senior pastor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://twitter.com/mikefjohnson"&gt;my boss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. I am also so thankful for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://twitter.com/LisaYoungFC"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &amp;amp; her vision for women in ministry (because all Christian women are in some form of ministry--just think about your sphere of influence, you have a ministry).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This weekend we had our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.flavourconference.com/"&gt;Flavour conference&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;! I couldn't wait because last year's was phenomenal plus the theme was from my all time favorite movie &amp;amp; musical: The Wizard of Oz and Wicked. Yep, the speakers pretty much challenged us to defy gravity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The journey we're on requires wisdom, heart, and courage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://twitter.com/tiannemoon"&gt;Tianne Moon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; told us all about wisdom--how we should seek the Giver of wisdom and not the gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://twitter.com/janaymcdonald"&gt;Janay McDonald Wilborn&lt;/a&gt; talked about heart--how we've got to have a purified heart. &lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://twitter.com/ChristineCaine"&gt;Christine Caine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; talked about courage &amp;amp; how we shouldn't put off until tomorrow what we know God has for us today. Lisa tied it all together by reminding us of the journey God has for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not only were the speakers so encouraging and challenging, but we also had a party. Friday night we had an Emerald City after party. We had food, hair flair stations (no joke!), bling stations (aka scrapbooking), flip book photography station (we danced it out &amp;amp; the book makes me smile), photo booth and Elfaba, Glinda, Dorothy, Toto, Scarecrow, Tin Man, and Lion walking around the event. Although the Tin Man has traditionally been my favorite friend Dorothy made in Oz, I now have an incredible love for the Scarecrow. Chris was the Scarecrow &amp;amp; he couldn't have been more perfect for it!  On Thursday night we watched The Wizard of Oz so he'd be ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S9WqYUBuIDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/u2tA7Bl8Dg0/s1600/scarecrow.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/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S9WqYUBuIDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/u2tA7Bl8Dg0/s320/scarecrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464461057553473586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Isn't he the cutest Scarecrow you've ever seen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My favorite thing we had at the after party was Purse for a Purpose. Women from our church donated purses &amp;amp; every single penny brought in is going to a girls' orphanage we've adopted in Haiti. Currently those girls are living in tents but we're hoping they'll have a permanent building soon! Celebrities donated purses too &amp;amp; we had a silent auction for those amazing bags. The best bag donated in my opinion was from Kristin Chenoweth--the original Glinda in Wicked, the amazingly gifted girl from Oklahoma who has taken Broadway by storm! This was one of her prop purses as Glinda. Amazing. Just amazing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All in all it was in amazing weekend &amp;amp; I'm so thankful for it! I've already registered for our 2011 conference &amp;amp; bought my dvd of this year's. I can't wait to watch it all again! So if you're in dfw, you can swing by &amp;amp; watch it with me if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&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/5056907723539513784-5733709954329682347?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/5733709954329682347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=5733709954329682347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5733709954329682347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5733709954329682347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/04/flavour-2010.html' title='Flavour 2010'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S9WqYUBuIDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/u2tA7Bl8Dg0/s72-c/scarecrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-4583378889721234622</id><published>2010-04-17T22:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:03:55.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cart before the horse much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I try to not get carried away by dreams...and sometimes I'm successful, sometimes not so much.  I love to dream but when I dream, I dream BIG.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately I've been dreaming about Chris &amp;amp; my future. It's been a lot of fun. A LOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're not engaged yet so I'm trying to keep a handle on my dreams for now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...but when you see beautiful antique engagement rings on your facebook side ads, wedding specials on tv when you flip through the channels and people start asking you questions about "THE DATE", it's difficult to not get carried away. So I try to keep it reigned in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-4583378889721234622?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/4583378889721234622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=4583378889721234622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/4583378889721234622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/4583378889721234622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/04/cart-before-horse-much.html' title='cart before the horse much?'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-8548978035609110847</id><published>2010-04-06T17:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:41:52.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>learning...</title><content type='html'>The last few weeks have been full of triumphs and hurts. I've been more diligent to faithfully journal. It's amazing what happens when I journal--things become so much clearer.  I know that not everyone has the same experience but it's been so helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storms currently blowing through my life are teaching me a lot about extending grace and letting go of hurt. I've got to admit: it's really difficult. I find myself waking up and asking God to take away the hurt or anger that I'm feeling.  I find myself throughout the day having to ask God to take away the same hurt or anger.  And HE is faithful. The hurt and anger start to wane...and I realize that healing happens.  My Savior restores my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winds of the storm are really starting to die down and I'm so grateful. One of the ladies from Bible study has reminded me to count the baby steps as victory. I keep seeing Bill Murray climbing onto the bus on "What About Bob?" and hearing 'Count Your Many Blessings'.  It might sound silly but that's really helping a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me count some of the blessings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm in a job where I get to dream, disciple, and share Christ's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get to sit under incredible teaching from my senior pastor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The wisest man I've ever met is my boss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have friends who love me even when I'm being ridiculous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an entire family who loves me...and they aren't even related to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am blessed to be able to dream and plan a future with Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mountain Dew Throwback is still on store shelves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My copy of "Stuff Christians Like" is cracking me up and bringing some sunshine to my day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bullet points make my blog posts more organized.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-8548978035609110847?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/8548978035609110847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=8548978035609110847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8548978035609110847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8548978035609110847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/04/learning.html' title='learning...'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-365761881996116798</id><published>2010-03-10T22:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:44:48.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it weird that I get bummed when I fall behind on blogs? There are several I read consistently (mostly of ladies I know from college) &amp;amp; a few that I stumbled across that are so great to read (it feels almost like I know the person....weird? maybe but true).  I also like to post on what's going on here, what I'm learning, and why Chris rocks. So now I feel very behind and want to do a slew of updates but realize that they would be very jumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a brief, bulletted list? I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maggie is getting married on Saturday! Can you believe it my wonderful college roommie &amp;amp; crazy cool friend is getting married in a matter of days. I'm incredibly excited for her!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris has a present for me but is making me wait to get it...if you know me, you know waiting for a surprise isn't my strong suit. If I know what it is, I wait without complaint but the unknown makes me excited. I will keep you posted--and hopefully you won't have to wait as long as I have (we're at 12 days now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My precious Grandma went home last Friday &amp;amp; this Sunday we'll celebrate her 94th birthday! 94--I always make her younger than she actually is. I think it's because to me she's still spry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're thinking of redoing our office with cartoon characters who are representative of us: the consensus is that I'm Edna from The Incredibles. This makes me wonder if I wear my glasses too much or if I need to get a new hairstyle....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Alice In Wonderland but Chris isn't a fan. This is like a reverse repeat of Avatar. Thankfully he will watch it again with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hopefully this Friday I'll be back on track with why Chris rocks....and maybe I'll have an update on the present. My guess is it's a new camera. My hope is it's a potty trained puppy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-365761881996116798?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/365761881996116798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=365761881996116798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/365761881996116798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/365761881996116798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-it-weird-that-i-get-bummed-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-8532030490511006719</id><published>2010-03-01T21:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:59:00.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's been a bit blogger world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;C3 was challenging, refreshing, and even better than last year. I met some incredible people. I loved hearing what God is doing all over the world through the local church. It's really amazing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris &amp;amp; I had our Valentine's date on Friday. We decided to alternate years for planning and since he planned last year, it was my turn. We had dinner at a new to me but it's been around for a while Italian restaurant. Then off to catch a community theatre production of Barefoot in the Park. We were part of the 10 people in the show who weren't retired. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've done a mountain of laundry which is giving me the urge to really clean out my closet. My niece Jasmine will be very excited to go through it all...and honestly this will probably be the last year she can take hand-me-downs from me. Her foot is already larger than mine. I wouldn't be surprised if she is taller than I am by her birthday in July.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris &amp;amp; I opted to watch "Flash Gordon" tonight instead of The Bachelor. I dropped out of the season mid way through due to all of the C3 prep and after reading Kenneth's posts on it, I'm really glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So that's a very short update on the happenings as of late. :-) Thanks for your patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-8532030490511006719?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/8532030490511006719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=8532030490511006719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8532030490511006719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8532030490511006719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/03/back.html' title='back!'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-4900725365254980039</id><published>2010-02-18T15:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:43:44.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>c3</title><content type='html'>We're smack in the middle of c3! I'm sooo thankful to be here! Details to come next week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-4900725365254980039?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/4900725365254980039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=4900725365254980039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/4900725365254980039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/4900725365254980039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/02/c3.html' title='c3'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-2990168974632823861</id><published>2010-02-12T13:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:30:23.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S3WrtVGODHI/AAAAAAAAAkM/NzViAEjKLt8/s1600-h/snow+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S3WrtVGODHI/AAAAAAAAAkM/NzViAEjKLt8/s320/snow+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437440920365436018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S3WrtL2O7ZI/AAAAAAAAAkE/0zpToXiLUbk/s1600-h/snow+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S3WrtL2O7ZI/AAAAAAAAAkE/0zpToXiLUbk/s320/snow+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437440917882465682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S3Wrs5SIzHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/aDk-TLnB0QU/s1600-h/snow+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S3Wrs5SIzHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/aDk-TLnB0QU/s320/snow+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437440912899230834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S3WrsSVNtmI/AAAAAAAAAj0/u77l7Ip8_Ek/s1600-h/snow+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S3WrsSVNtmI/AAAAAAAAAj0/u77l7Ip8_Ek/s320/snow+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437440902443152994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Jack &amp;amp; Annie. One is on board with the snow while the other has figured a way around the whole thing.  Annie noticed the edge of the house has no snow thanks to the roof so whenever she goes outside, she stays as close to the house as possible. Jack on the other paw (oh don't you love a good pun on a friday...no? ok no more puns!), just plows through it. He looks as happy as can be in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S3Wq7ygw0BI/AAAAAAAAAjk/UyHdSUt-myw/s1600-h/snow+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S3Wq7ygw0BI/AAAAAAAAAjk/UyHdSUt-myw/s320/snow+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437440069267935250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S3Wq7uGb2RI/AAAAAAAAAjc/vuiKwsPV5qs/s1600-h/snow+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S3Wq7uGb2RI/AAAAAAAAAjc/vuiKwsPV5qs/s320/snow+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437440068083767570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S3Wq7LR9bcI/AAAAAAAAAjU/hapaZZ2dkz8/s1600-h/snow+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S3Wq7LR9bcI/AAAAAAAAAjU/hapaZZ2dkz8/s320/snow+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437440058736864706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S3Wq6_vysSI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Az4WNVLTUO0/s1600-h/snow+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S3Wq6_vysSI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Az4WNVLTUO0/s320/snow+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437440055640764706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from my front and backyard of snow...and a shot of my $12 plastic boots I bought yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-2990168974632823861?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/2990168974632823861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=2990168974632823861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2990168974632823861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2990168974632823861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-yard.html' title='my yard'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S3WrtVGODHI/AAAAAAAAAkM/NzViAEjKLt8/s72-c/snow+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-8713073066407748156</id><published>2010-02-12T09:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:32:02.120-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris rocks friday'/><title type='text'>Snowy Chris Rocks Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yesterday as Chris was leaving work, he called to say goodbye. Typically he stops in my office to say goodnight but due to the amount of errands I ran yesterday, he assumed I was out picking up something with Marty. When he called he was pushing snow off of the car so he hadn't left yet. I ran outside to hug him. After a quick goodbye kiss, I ran back into the office. On my way a snowball came flying my way. It was off to the left by quite a bit (no way this thing could have hit me). I turned back and Chris stood there with an enormous grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When he threw the snowball at me yesterday, I immediately thought about our Christmas snow fight. I love how this man will sometimes surprise me. I love how he takes the time to be playful. I love how he doesn't take himself too seriously. I love him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-8713073066407748156?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/8713073066407748156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=8713073066407748156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8713073066407748156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8713073066407748156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowy-chris-rocks-friday.html' title='Snowy Chris Rocks Friday'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-2551396863856232919</id><published>2010-02-11T23:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:34:18.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I was remiss to not take out my camera on this record breaking day. Today in the Dallas/Fort Worth area we received  9 inches of snow (pending on where you live it could have been more or less but in my burb it's a solid 9 inches). On a day full of errands, I thought I would see the snow stop at some point. It's close to midnight and the snow is still gently falling outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;This surprising Thursday was full of unexpected blessings: I bought a bright orange pair of rubber boots (they look like imitation doc martens circa 97) for a mere $12 that kept my feet dry all day, had a great day shopping for conference items with my pal Marty and am still amazed by Ikea, drank a lot of coffee, made a lovely mock up of our center pieces, drove home safely, didn't stay stuck in the drive way, and had a REAL snow cone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'll try to take some pictures tomorrow to post in addition to the Chris Rocks Friday post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-2551396863856232919?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/2551396863856232919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=2551396863856232919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2551396863856232919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2551396863856232919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow.html' title='SNOW!'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-5620926451358424069</id><published>2010-02-10T08:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:50:10.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santino Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Did you ever see season 2 of Project Runway? It was, in my opinion, the best season of the show. It had a lot of creative challenges, talented and quirky designers, and a little thing called the Santino Effect. Santino Rice was one of the top three finalists. He was extremely creative. He was very blunt. He did a Tim Gunn impersonation that was hilarious. Love him or hate him, if you watched the season, you knew Santino and what he was about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;However Santino had a downfall: he wouldn't stop 'touching' his designs. Santino would finish a breath taking stunner of an outfit but then he'd add just a dab more of fabric here...and maybe a button there...and then before you knew it, Santino had taken his beautiful creation and made it into some odd, ugly thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday the Santino Effect hit me upside the head hard! I was typing up the vision of my room for our conference next week. I could talk about my job for days. I could tell you how to implement a similar program in your church. I could tell you the benefits of it until I am blue in the face. But when it came to putting it all on paper to give to conference attendees...well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Santino Effect. I couldn't stop rewording. I couldn't stop editing. I couldn't stop adding. I couldn't stop touching the information. I worked on this all day. ALL DAY! I had a break down around 9:20 pm....I seriously couldn't figure out a way to convey this burning passion to the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That's when I finally realized that I couldn't leave it alone because to me it was the most important information I could give the attendees. It was so important for them to understand the value of pouring into the children of volunteers and staff. I had to make them see that we have to help kids love church not resent it or their parents for serving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So after a panicked call to Chris, his patient kindness reassuring me that it was ok, I stopped touching it. I stripped away some of the ridiculous things I had added, looked at it, and smiled. I love what I get to do. I love it. I get to share all of this in less than a week with hundreds of children's pastors. What a blessing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here's hoping I don't let the Santino Effect hit me again with any more of the conference prep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-5620926451358424069?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/5620926451358424069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=5620926451358424069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5620926451358424069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5620926451358424069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/02/santino-effect.html' title='Santino Effect'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-1225943641007362319</id><published>2010-02-04T12:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:06:43.904-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris rocks friday'/><title type='text'>A Day Late...</title><content type='html'>With conference just around the corner and my precious Grandma in the hospital, my blog has really fallen by the wayside. Not that I was ever a consistent blogger...or even took the time to put thought provoking thoughts up that often. So here we go with a double dose of Chris Rocks Fridays on a Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I saw Grandma. I brought her a goodie bag that I hoped would brighten her day. One of the items included a coffee mug with hearts on it that had a stuffed frog holding a heart declaring, 'Be Mine'.  It's the type of gift I would receive when I was teaching in the public school system. I was surprised at how much that little green frog made her smile. She named it Christopher after my Chris. This lead to a discussion about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was thrilled when I reminded her that he also worked at the church. I am thrilled whenever he talks about work. His face lights up. He absolutely loves his job. He is passionate about making an excellent curriculum so that children will love God and love church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During different times of the year we work longer hours. I don't have to explain to him why I need to be at the church for 14 hours or why on my day off I check my email. He gets it. He supports it. He is just as much of a work dork as I am. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had our date night. We went to Joe's Crab Shack, a place I had never been. I had no idea they had a random dance party during certain times. This thrilled my soul! I also had no idea that their were so many different ways to cook crab. Afterwords we went to see a movie. We didn't know which movie to watch but had narrowed it down to two choices: an Oscar nominated film or a movie that I had talked about possibly being the worst movie made in the last three years. With movies at both ends of the spectrum, we decided to choose whichever movie started first. I was hoping for the Oscar contender but it was, of course, the horrendous movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris didn't hold me to our bargain but I told him as long as I was allowed to make fun of the movie, we could watch it. We watched the awful movie with a handful of other patrons. It was even worse than I had imagined. The plus side of seeing the movie? We now have a new set of inside jokes that I know he will use to make me laugh on tough days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris rocks because he is a work dork who encourages my odd sense of humor. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...P.S. Grandma is looking really good &amp;amp; was able to turn herself over yesterday! This is a huge praise as before she wasn't strong enough. YAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-1225943641007362319?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/1225943641007362319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=1225943641007362319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1225943641007362319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1225943641007362319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-late.html' title='A Day Late...'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-9177305318872416750</id><published>2010-02-01T10:43:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:07:39.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>make-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://glamlifehousewife.blogspot.com/2010/02/makeup-case-girls-playground.html"&gt;Fabulous Whitney&lt;/a&gt; posted what she uses for make-up and thought it would be fun for everyone to share.  So here's my make-up routine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2cFF11TSHI/AAAAAAAAAhs/xgXJ6ZBjPUQ/s1600-h/make-up+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2cFF11TSHI/AAAAAAAAAhs/xgXJ6ZBjPUQ/s320/make-up+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433317073353918578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes! The before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2cE_x7KZhI/AAAAAAAAAhk/3FkZ_HqI2Ck/s1600-h/make-up+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2cE_x7KZhI/AAAAAAAAAhk/3FkZ_HqI2Ck/s320/make-up+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433316969225545234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It all starts with a lovely face wash &amp;amp; some moisturizer. I tried this out a couple of months ago (splurge item at Sephora) and LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2cFjhjdzwI/AAAAAAAAAh0/YtnT1cNmel4/s1600-h/make-up+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2cFjhjdzwI/AAAAAAAAAh0/YtnT1cNmel4/s320/make-up+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433317583306477314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2cFwvmfKgI/AAAAAAAAAh8/zsVU8GX-xr4/s1600-h/make-up+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2cFwvmfKgI/AAAAAAAAAh8/zsVU8GX-xr4/s320/make-up+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433317810415544834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next we have the one and only bareMinerals. I love the new matte formula due to the amazing new package!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2cGCigEwuI/AAAAAAAAAiE/wjdTbjYoHAI/s1600-h/make-up+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2cGCigEwuI/AAAAAAAAAiE/wjdTbjYoHAI/s320/make-up+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433318116136633058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know if you can see the shimmer in the mineral veil but I like it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up eyemake-up!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2cGWsGRFiI/AAAAAAAAAiM/HvMpoJT8Ujw/s1600-h/make-up+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2cGWsGRFiI/AAAAAAAAAiM/HvMpoJT8Ujw/s320/make-up+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433318462310127138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice a theme? I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Urban Decay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2eUNe7r8WI/AAAAAAAAAiU/_PpkSTlWRVY/s1600-h/make-up+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2eUNe7r8WI/AAAAAAAAAiU/_PpkSTlWRVY/s320/make-up+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433474434808410466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With colors like Polyester Bride, what's not to love? Fun names and great colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2eUkt2HG3I/AAAAAAAAAic/o-Q_redjx2I/s1600-h/make-up+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2eUkt2HG3I/AAAAAAAAAic/o-Q_redjx2I/s320/make-up+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433474833948547954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously look at these colors! Today I opted for some YDK and Midnight Cowboy Rides Again to compliment the lovely Polyester Bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2eVLyl25EI/AAAAAAAAAik/uO5TiybZl1A/s1600-h/make-up+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2eVLyl25EI/AAAAAAAAAik/uO5TiybZl1A/s320/make-up+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433475505237451842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adding a little bit of the magic potion definitely helps my eye make-up stay all day long. Oh Urban Decay you are so good to me!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2eVhRKqG4I/AAAAAAAAAis/9FLdxWtxSB0/s1600-h/make-up+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2eVhRKqG4I/AAAAAAAAAis/9FLdxWtxSB0/s320/make-up+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433475874222119810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little bit of lipstick courtesy of Lancome....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2eV2RfxLNI/AAAAAAAAAi8/X0FcxmjinUw/s1600-h/make-up+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2eV2RfxLNI/AAAAAAAAAi8/X0FcxmjinUw/s1600-h/make-up+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2eV2RfxLNI/AAAAAAAAAi8/X0FcxmjinUw/s320/make-up+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433476235087916242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of gloss thanks to the happiest store in the world: Sephora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2eWfUrZklI/AAAAAAAAAjE/SXyNN3qQiXI/s1600-h/make-up+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2eWfUrZklI/AAAAAAAAAjE/SXyNN3qQiXI/s320/make-up+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433476940316643922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final result....nothing too fancy on this Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-9177305318872416750?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/9177305318872416750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=9177305318872416750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/9177305318872416750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/9177305318872416750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/02/make-up.html' title='make-up'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2cFF11TSHI/AAAAAAAAAhs/xgXJ6ZBjPUQ/s72-c/make-up+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-8668292894636090417</id><published>2010-02-01T10:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:16:50.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>doppelganger on facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2b842so6OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1v0O8m81Xpg/s1600-h/Molly-709929.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/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2b842so6OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1v0O8m81Xpg/s320/Molly-709929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433308054154701026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Facebook profile pictures have been a funny as of late (way back week, celebrity doppelganger week). This is my celebrity look-a-like: the one and only Molly Shannon. It makes sense--especially if you've spent more than five minutes around me (similar mannerism and everything...plus my unexplained love of 'Kath &amp;amp; Kim' makes me think that maybe i'm her daughter she gave up because she was much too young to be a parent...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2b9i6HgFfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/L9VKEoCSb5w/s1600-h/doppelganger+for+chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2b9i6HgFfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/L9VKEoCSb5w/s320/doppelganger+for+chris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433308776627181042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I don't even know who this guy is but he apparently is my Chris' doppelganger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This week I am adding to my to-do list two very important items:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;stockpile as much mountain dew throwback as possible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take pictures with Chris as our doppelgangers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-8668292894636090417?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/8668292894636090417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=8668292894636090417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8668292894636090417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8668292894636090417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/02/doppelganger-on-facebook.html' title='doppelganger on facebook'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S2b842so6OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1v0O8m81Xpg/s72-c/Molly-709929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-1826691810266227443</id><published>2010-02-01T09:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:34:37.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>broken record</title><content type='html'>Grandma is still in the hospital and will receive two more units of blood today. On the positive, her internal bleeding has slowed down. Lord willing, I will go to Oklahoma and spend all day Friday with her. Please keep Tura Lou in your prayers--she is even more precious than her unique name denotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the segment of Chris Rocks Friday this week. :-( He still rocks &amp;amp; I love him very much. I was just a wee bit of a mess on Friday. Thursday night I was driving home from work and started crying....and just couldn't stop. I was so sad thinking about what it would be like to lose my Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized how incredibly proud I am to be her granddaughter. I thought about how she is such a remarkable example of grace. I thought about how very hospitable she is and how she makes each person feel loved, special, and important. I thought about how much I've learned about the character of Christ through her everyday actions. I am so thankful for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for praying for her &amp;amp; for your encouragement.  I will keep you updated on her...and will probably post some of the funny quips she's had in the hospital (like when she couldn't turn herself in the bed saying that she must have the heaviest butt in the world...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we'll have 2 Chris Rocks Friday segments...so stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-1826691810266227443?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/1826691810266227443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=1826691810266227443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1826691810266227443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1826691810266227443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/02/broken-record.html' title='broken record'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-6101087358467071090</id><published>2010-01-26T15:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:22:46.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>update on Tura Lou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S19ck0YzG5I/AAAAAAAAAhE/HZpUFBjLdtA/s1600-h/TuraDuke.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/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S19ck0YzG5I/AAAAAAAAAhE/HZpUFBjLdtA/s320/TuraDuke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431161463239809938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I received an update from my Aunt Patsy on Grandma's condition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom says hello to all and not to worry about her. Sarah I sent this to all on Saturday. I got a confirm that you received????? Redge took her to his trailer for dinner without her electric wheel chair. She fainted when she got inside after climbing the handicap ramp. They didn't call an ambulance but drove her to er and she sat out in lobby from 5:30 pm to 11:15 pm. Blood level showed at therapeutic level but doc put her to bed for observation and to see her reg doc next day. By Saturday night her hemo level was 6. Supposed to be 12. They gave her two units of plasma. Then monday her level was back down to 8 and she got two more units. The doc suspects that the Celebrex she was taking for arthritis knee caused the bleed. Celebrex has been Discontinued and waiting to see if bleed stops.  She is supposed to be getting physical therapy (walks down the hall) with assistance but she gets dizzy or her knee hurts too bad to walk. She is getting very weak because she cannot get out of bed. She is hooked to catheter to pee. I'm very sorry you didn't get my note to all. Please respond if you get this one. Love, aunt pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moms hemoglobin after yesterdays last two units of blood is back up to 10.8. She is supposed to be 12 so hopefully it will rise on up. Problem now is she cannot cooperate with physical therapy to keep from getting weaker. She was first unable to walk due to dizzy and spots. This morning when they tried it hurt her left knee so badly she had to stop after 2 or 3 steps. Please pray for her to gain her strength back. It is very difficult to do lying in bed. Thanks and will keep you posted. Love, pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep praying for this precious woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-6101087358467071090?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/6101087358467071090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=6101087358467071090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6101087358467071090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6101087358467071090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/01/update-on-tura-lou.html' title='update on Tura Lou'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S19ck0YzG5I/AAAAAAAAAhE/HZpUFBjLdtA/s72-c/TuraDuke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-6848375678325182295</id><published>2010-01-25T09:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:07:02.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tura Lou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S15pxumgY4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/dx3-sdd-_7Y/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S15pxumgY4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/dx3-sdd-_7Y/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430894503699440514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My precious Grandma was my absolute favorite person in the world until that tall guy entered the picture. I didn't get to see her as much as I wanted growing up but I always treasured the time we had together. Some days I would help her in her garden. We would walk along and pick blackberries. She introduced me to coffee flavored ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The thing I cherish most about my sweet Grandma is the way she loves. I have never been around anyone who loves the way she does. She has a gift; the moment you meet her, you feel loved....appreciated...special. She does this with everyone. She doesn't keep a record of wrongs either--this woman extends grace as if she has an unending supply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My sister told me tonight that she is in the hospital. She has extremely low blood pressure and has received a couple of blood transfusions. Please pray for Tura Lou. We have an oral contract that she can't pass away until AFTER I get married and she's not one to break a deal. So please pray for a strong, speedy recovery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know complete healing is possible. God has been so gracious to keep her so healthy for so long. She is 92 and still lives by herself. She has never had any major medical issues. She kept a garden into her 80s. She's still lucid. It's remarkable how God has blessed this precious woman. Please remember her in your prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-6848375678325182295?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/6848375678325182295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=6848375678325182295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6848375678325182295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6848375678325182295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/01/tura-lou.html' title='Tura Lou'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/S15pxumgY4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/dx3-sdd-_7Y/s72-c/Thanksgiving+2009+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-5705311894183492105</id><published>2010-01-22T00:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T23:55:41.932-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris rocks friday'/><title type='text'>another segment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If it's a Friday and you've come across my blog before you know that means one thing: Chris Rocks Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I love about this man is the way he loves me. Now I don't know if you've picked up on this or not but I'm a tad weird. Always have been, always will be. You can't wash away weird. I attribute this to the amount of solitary play as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my weird leaning, I have a very eclectic love of media: books, movies, music, etc. What's great about Chris is that he doesn't tolerate it, he supports it. He loves that I would watch a documentary about cults on msnbc then watch the best of "Nanna's Cottage" before finally bursting out with a song from Hanson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many guys would support this but he does. He also encourages it. I love that he loves my quirks...just like I love his quirks too...ah but that's another subject for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris rocks because he loves me for who I am.&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/5056907723539513784-5705311894183492105?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/5705311894183492105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=5705311894183492105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5705311894183492105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5705311894183492105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-segment.html' title='another segment...'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-444666654143274085</id><published>2010-01-21T11:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:56:37.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"&gt;Ephesians 3:20-21 (The Message)&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;God can do anything, you know—far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams! He does it not by pushing us around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Glory to God in the church!&lt;br /&gt;   Glory to God in the Messiah, in Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;   Glory down all the generations!&lt;br /&gt;   Glory through all millennia! Oh, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lately my heart seems to break on an almost daily basis. The crisis in Haiti, friends with cancer, financial needs for volunteers, seeing how stressed out some precious friends are over work situations out of their control, marriages destroyed by poor choices, and for my unsaved family members.  It can become downright depressing thinking about all of these things...but thankfully I know God is the one in control. He is the one who can do infinitely more than I can even imagine (which if you've talked to me long enough, you know how vivid my imagination is). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so grateful for God's provision in situation. I am grateful to see how God is moving in people's lives. I am grateful that He is not bound by time or any earthly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-444666654143274085?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/444666654143274085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=444666654143274085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/444666654143274085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/444666654143274085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/01/grateful.html' title='grateful'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-7828705271330667882</id><published>2010-01-15T08:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:40:41.299-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris rocks friday'/><title type='text'>Chris Rocks Friday!</title><content type='html'>One thing that continually amazes me about Chris is his humility. He has a great capacity to learn and is truly utilizing his gifts for God's glory. He never places himself on a pedestal or draws attention to himself. He is quick to thank God for the abilities he has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is his birthday &amp;amp; I am so excited! I love that I get to celebrate another year of Chris. I am currently racking my brain to think of things to make his outing more special, so suggestions are more than welcomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do to show how appreciative, proud, and awed you are for the one you love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-7828705271330667882?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/7828705271330667882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=7828705271330667882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/7828705271330667882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/7828705271330667882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/01/chris-rocks-friday.html' title='Chris Rocks Friday!'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-2454043295551440627</id><published>2010-01-09T00:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:45:52.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Series of Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A couple of fellow bloggers have posted like this &amp;amp; I thought I would too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear Skype,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why won't you let me find my friend Jason? I'd love to talk with him face to face so if you could possibly just let us connect, that would be great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear Disney,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank you for making "The Princess &amp;amp; the Frog" because it was well made! I loved the story line, characters, and the art. You made me proud tonight--keep it up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your fan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear Sunbeam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You make the best electric blankets ever. Thank you for having 10 heat settings. Thank you for being so cozy. You make these cold nights infinitely better. I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Forever yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear Chris,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your birthday is exactly a week away. I can't wait to celebrate with you! You are handsome, wonderful, and always know how to make me smile. Thanks for taking me out for mexican food and a movie. I can't wait to take you out for your birthday! I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Were we secretly separated at birth? Really, were we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Curious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear Biggest Loser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank you for selecting a team from Ardmore, Oklahoma! I flipped out when I heard they were from Ardmore. You may not realize this but that's where my mom's parents lived so I have many fond memories of Ardmore, Oklahoma. Also thank you for picking hard working people as I feel that reflects so many Okies. I love that you had two contestants from the Tulsa area last season too...and I love even more that Danny won! I think you've found by now that people from Oklahoma are all around lovely. Good casting call!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Verge of being a crazy fan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.S. Can I work out with Bob sometime? He's my fave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear cold weather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank you for putting an effort into us being better acquainted. I think it's very thoughtful you came all the way down to Texas so we could spend some time together. However, I'm sure you've noticed by now that I've been avoiding you. It's nothing personal--you just don't belong here. I promise to come and visit you sometime later (maybe before 2011....maybe after). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-2454043295551440627?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/2454043295551440627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=2454043295551440627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2454043295551440627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2454043295551440627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/01/series-of-letters.html' title='A Series of Letters'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-2888528602681955284</id><published>2010-01-08T09:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:51:40.216-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris rocks friday'/><title type='text'>Chris Rocks Fridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's the fifth installment of Chris Rocks Fridays! Let me tell another one of the many reasons why I love this man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Every Monday-Thursday we have a lunch date. Now this may not sound too exciting to some of  you but it brightens my day every time! He walks down to my office, stops by my desk, and with a handsome smile asks me if I'm ready to go to lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We talk about how our mornings are going, what projects we're working on, and I love each moment of it! This Wednesday I didn't get to go to lunch with him as I was in a video shoot. Chris brought me lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sounds simple but this quality time makes me so happy. I love that we have the opportunity to take time out of our day to spend together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-2888528602681955284?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/2888528602681955284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=2888528602681955284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2888528602681955284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2888528602681955284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/01/chris-rocks-fridays.html' title='Chris Rocks Fridays'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-7814232175826119790</id><published>2010-01-04T11:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:56:07.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Promo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a4a06df1f7f23ff6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da4a06df1f7f23ff6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306539%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A6808DFA7C153B3B3D7DCA1BF2CD5DE6462A1E8.5FCB638460CBBE0FB24F2BFA0CBAA46299CC67D2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da4a06df1f7f23ff6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMk87I1jJ2KmM8sEPtDrGnTcheJs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da4a06df1f7f23ff6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306539%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A6808DFA7C153B3B3D7DCA1BF2CD5DE6462A1E8.5FCB638460CBBE0FB24F2BFA0CBAA46299CC67D2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da4a06df1f7f23ff6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMk87I1jJ2KmM8sEPtDrGnTcheJs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We showed this to our students this weekend.  Our next series is a movie themed one so Chris made a trailer to pique the interest of our students.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-7814232175826119790?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/7814232175826119790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=7814232175826119790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/7814232175826119790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/7814232175826119790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/01/promo.html' title='Promo'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-8363586136620129414</id><published>2010-01-02T13:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:40:09.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>It's not a secret that I don't have a traditional concept of time. At times this can be extremely handy...other times not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Saturday but I only know this because my phone tells me it is. With having Thursday &amp;amp; Friday off, I feel really out of whack. Like I should be on vacation time or something... Tonight we have service so I need to leave for church in about ten minutes. I know this but it just doesn't feel right...like today should be a Wednesday of a week of vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping tonight I get back on real world time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-8363586136620129414?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/8363586136620129414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=8363586136620129414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8363586136620129414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8363586136620129414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/01/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-406057883601197532</id><published>2010-01-01T00:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:27:03.012-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris rocks friday'/><title type='text'>Chris Rocks New Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Welcome to the fourth installment of Chris rocks Fridays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tonight I was able to ring in the new year with the one I'll be able to spend the rest of my years with and his family. What an incredible blessing. Thank You Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why does Chris rock the new year? He makes the year much more interesting. You see this year in our relationship we experienced quite a lot: he moved back home (yay yay yay!), prayed for guidance and joyfully celebrated the blessing of his new job (at the church in the same office), adjusted to working next to each other (literally less than two feet away--this was for about five months before Chris was promoted to Elevate--still in the children's ministry but now on the curriculum side doing video editing), learned how to effectively communicate with one another, and shared a lot of laughs. This was a tremendous year of growth for us both, separately and as a couple. This past year we learned so much about each other and so much about God's grace, provision, and plan for our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one else in the world I would rather ring in the new year with than Chris.&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/5056907723539513784-406057883601197532?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/406057883601197532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=406057883601197532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/406057883601197532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/406057883601197532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2010/01/chris-rocks-new-years.html' title='Chris Rocks New Years'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-1889543127530592600</id><published>2009-12-28T14:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:17:02.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Ministry</title><content type='html'>God used volunteers in the children's ministry at my church to save my life. Because these dedicated ladies showed me God's love, I am not a statistic today. I am extremely passionate about my job and am incredibly grateful for the opportunity to show the next generation God's love. Today my boss, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/mikefjohnson"&gt;Pastor Mike&lt;/a&gt;, posted a &lt;a href="http://www.mikejohnsonblog.com/my_weblog/2009/12/three-words-that-make-me-cringe.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; that I want to share; it is just another reason why I am in &lt;a href="http://www.c3conference.com/index.php/conferences/c3kids/"&gt;children's ministry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-1889543127530592600?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/1889543127530592600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=1889543127530592600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1889543127530592600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1889543127530592600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/12/childrens-ministry.html' title='Children&apos;s Ministry'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-6498003366904798271</id><published>2009-12-25T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:05:57.517-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris rocks friday'/><title type='text'>Chris Rocks Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Merry Christmas! I hope you are all cozy, with loved ones, and enjoying many blessings. All 6 Christmas Experiences went beautiful at church! :-) Yesterday we were blessed with a beautiful blanket of snow. It made me so happy to see how many people braved the elements to come to church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is our third edition of Chris Rocks Friday. What better time than now to tell you why he rocks Christmas. For the past couple of weeks he has made it his mission to make sure I had no clue about Christmas presents. No joke. He did ask for a list but I had no idea if he opted to get me anything from the list. He wouldn't even tell me if he went shopping for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be honest, I tried my best to find out what he had bought for me for Christmas...but this guy wouldn't budge. Impressive but not helpful for my situation. And truth be told, now after opening gifts, he still won't tell me when he went shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chris did an excellent job of purchasing gifts--I feel spoiled. :-) One of the best gifts he gave me today was lovingly filling my tires with air in the freezing cold. Yep. This guy aired up my tires in the slushy cold so we would be safe on our 200 mile trip up to my Mom's house. I love him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/5056907723539513784-6498003366904798271?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/6498003366904798271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=6498003366904798271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6498003366904798271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6498003366904798271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/12/chris-rocks-christmas.html' title='Chris Rocks Christmas'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-2819088590371674689</id><published>2009-12-25T06:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T06:04:26.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hark the Herald Angels Sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336699;"&gt;Hark the herald angels sing&lt;br /&gt;"Glory to the newborn King!&lt;br /&gt;Peace on earth and mercy mild&lt;br /&gt;God and sinners reconciled"&lt;br /&gt;Joyful, all ye nations rise&lt;br /&gt;Join the triumph of the skies&lt;br /&gt;With the angelic host proclaim:&lt;br /&gt;"Christ is born in Bethlehem"&lt;br /&gt;Hark! The herald angels sing&lt;br /&gt;"Glory to the newborn King!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ by highest heav'n adored&lt;br /&gt;Christ the everlasting Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Late in time behold Him come&lt;br /&gt;Offspring of a Virgin's womb&lt;br /&gt;Veiled in flesh the Godhead see&lt;br /&gt;Hail the incarnate Deity&lt;br /&gt;Pleased as man with man to dwell&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, our Emmanuel&lt;br /&gt;Hark! The herald angels sing&lt;br /&gt;"Glory to the newborn King!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!&lt;br /&gt;Hail the Son of Righteousness!&lt;br /&gt;Light and life to all He brings&lt;br /&gt;Ris'n with healing in His wings&lt;br /&gt;Mild He lays His glory by&lt;br /&gt;Born that man no more may die&lt;br /&gt;Born to raise the sons of earth&lt;br /&gt;Born to give them second birth&lt;br /&gt;Hark! The herald angels sing&lt;br /&gt;"Glory to the newborn King!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;Thank you God for laying your glory by so that we could be saved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-2819088590371674689?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/2819088590371674689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=2819088590371674689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2819088590371674689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2819088590371674689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/12/hark-herald-angels-sing.html' title='Hark the Herald Angels Sing'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-9068234613200770765</id><published>2009-12-23T23:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:28:33.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at Fellowship Church</title><content type='html'>We are half way through with our Christmas Experiences for 2009. WOW. It has been absolutely amazing! I attended Tuesday night's experience and loved it so much! Tomorrow services are at 2, 4, and 6. If you're in dfw, come by because you won't want to miss it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-9068234613200770765?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/9068234613200770765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=9068234613200770765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/9068234613200770765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/9068234613200770765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-at-fellowship-church.html' title='Christmas at Fellowship Church'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-1540043344694814882</id><published>2009-12-21T13:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:27:22.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackie</title><content type='html'>Please pray for my mentor Jackie. She made a tremendous impact on my life and I can't imagine how different I would be if not for her love and guidance. She has stage 4 pancreatic cancer &amp;amp; is in Seoul seeking treatment. According to the doctors, she only has 6 months to live but we know that with God all things are possible. Please keep her and her family in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can follow her journey &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/jackiewilks/journal"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-1540043344694814882?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/1540043344694814882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=1540043344694814882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1540043344694814882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1540043344694814882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/12/jackie.html' title='Jackie'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-5023148201271754866</id><published>2009-12-18T12:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:49:19.735-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris rocks friday'/><title type='text'>Chris Rocks Friday part 2</title><content type='html'>Yep it's time for the second installment of why Chris rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is one of the most patient people I have ever met in my entire life. Now the majority of you don't know the story of us becoming a couple, so let me just throw this out there: I pushed him away every chance I received. I played the hard to get card so well, it should have been renamed the virtually impossible to obtain card. No joke. Yet no matter what I threw at him, he kept pursuing. He was patient as I pushed. He pursued God and me. I need to take the time to type out the story for you guys because then you'll see even more of how wonderfully patient he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The patience didn't stop after we started dating. If it's possible he became more patient as he helped me work through my issues (i had no idea i had such trust issues!). Today when I become impatient in traffic or at a situation, he very calmly reminds me that it's not a race. He's so patient &amp;amp; I'm incredibly thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-5023148201271754866?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/5023148201271754866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=5023148201271754866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5023148201271754866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5023148201271754866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/12/chris-rocks-friday-part-2.html' title='Chris Rocks Friday part 2'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-4699811052583309797</id><published>2009-12-17T16:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:34:07.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rearrange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today we rearranged our office...this is the second time in the last 3 months. I think this new arrangement will stick around a little longer. We needed to reorganize since we lost Chris. I no longer work in the same office as my darling. He now works as a video editor for the curriculum we produce. I know he's going to learn so much &amp;amp; I'm so excited about the huge impact he gets to have! I will, however, miss being in the same office with him and having the same day off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;With the new arrangement, my desk is in the center of the area and right next to the kitchen area. This means my friends I have the most social seat in the office! YAY! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Also I cleared out some clutter....it pains me to admit it but I'm a pack rat. I'm trying to get better but old habits die hard. Tomorrow I will take this clear it out mentality to my closet. Since I moved in (about 6 months ago) my closet has been on my to do list. I have items to shred. Tomorrow is the day...after working out, a hair cut, getting the last of Chris' gifts, and finishing wrapping gifts....so yeah, we'll see about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Random Side Note: While out on a purchasing run for Christmas service supplies, I stopped by Sonic. The nice lady in the drive through &amp;amp; I have been building a fun relationship. She asked me how I'd been since I hadn't stopped by recently. So thanks happy hour for allowing a silly connection to build. I plan on stopping by again on Monday to invite her to church...and I may or may not have a gift for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-4699811052583309797?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/4699811052583309797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=4699811052583309797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/4699811052583309797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/4699811052583309797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/12/rearrange.html' title='rearrange'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-158726873966018778</id><published>2009-12-16T22:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:03:55.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>glimpse into the future?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have a tendency to be hyper competitive at times...Chris has a tendency to be super laid back during just about all times. I was reminded of this when I watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ktu1Swhw0gs"&gt;this...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yes my friends, this may end up being a glimpse into our future...but hopefully I'll have better hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-158726873966018778?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/158726873966018778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=158726873966018778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/158726873966018778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/158726873966018778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/12/glimpse-into-future.html' title='glimpse into the future?'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-3926104434870124848</id><published>2009-12-11T10:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:17:35.427-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris rocks friday'/><title type='text'>Chris Rocks Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://threemealsandbaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;buddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; is participating in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://honestandlasting.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-husband-rocks-friday.html"&gt; My Husband Rocks Friday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; which I think is a ton of fun! Today she posted about how wonderful of a dad her husband is to their precious little one. It made me smile &amp;amp; I thought, "it's a shame Chris &amp;amp; I aren't married so I could do this!" But since I love him and slipped up by calling his father 'Dad' the other day rather than his name (Daryl), I feel like it's ok if I bend the rules and do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SyJ-BvIfDRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/GJ8i2y5P8jY/s1600-h/donkeykong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SyJ-BvIfDRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/GJ8i2y5P8jY/s320/donkeykong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414028270349782290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is from church camp this July. He's Donkey Kong. Yep. In Texas heat in July &amp;amp; August my Chris was Donkey Kong.  Not only did he wear a full on gorilla suit but he did physical activities in it to give the kids a 'wow' factor. See Chris rocks because he will do whatever it takes to ensure that kids know God's love &amp;amp; love church.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chris doesn't care about looking ridiculous, spending hours on making an incredible set, or being pushed to the edge physically (seriously this guy did a tri-triathlon in the costume on the last day of camp). Chris does care about children being passionate about God.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chris rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-3926104434870124848?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/3926104434870124848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=3926104434870124848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3926104434870124848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3926104434870124848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/12/chris-rocks-friday.html' title='Chris Rocks Friday'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SyJ-BvIfDRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/GJ8i2y5P8jY/s72-c/donkeykong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-3932288004000315528</id><published>2009-12-09T15:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:20:16.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>crafty</title><content type='html'>Let me just be real honest: I'm not, nor have I ever been good at crafts. Even in my vbs days, my projects never quite had that right sand art look. As an adult this lack of crafty skill has multiplied. I don't know how it's possible but somehow I'm even worse at crafts now than I was at 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my students (who will be here for all of our 6 Christmas experiences), I like to have a bit of a party. I teach the k-5th grade students of staff and volunteers who are here for multiple services (they go to a service and attend my room for one). Each week we do a supplemental lesson based on what they are learning in children's worship.  I love being the one who gets to show them another Bible story about whatever topic they're learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Christmas though we don't so much do that. It's a celebration in my room! We make presents (hence the crafts) for them to give to family members/friends. We sing Christmas carols. We talk about why this is such a great time of year &amp;amp; how we can share that with others. It's something I look forward to &amp;amp; hopefully my students do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as mentioned in the top paragraph, I'm not crafty. I am resourceful though. I've found the &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/christmas/"&gt;jackpot&lt;/a&gt; of home made holiday crafts for my students.  Thank you Disney for providing these easy, adorable crafts that someone like me can make. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to planning out all of our crafts, carols, and just getting to celebrate what Christ has done with my students. This really is the greatest time of year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-3932288004000315528?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/3932288004000315528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=3932288004000315528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3932288004000315528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3932288004000315528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/12/crafty.html' title='crafty'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-4157200557583456334</id><published>2009-11-23T21:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:19:26.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>volunteers</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful for the AMAZING volunteers at Fellowship Church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our office had three of the Chapmans (Karen, Ruslin, and Tessa).  This incredible people brought us chocolate chip banana bread.  They prepped our weekend.  They did so much for us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be honest the Chapmans aren't a rarity. There are hundreds of families that are dedicated to serving in whatever capacity that would be. The volunteers in my room continually blow me away.  I am constantly amazed/inspired/challenged by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord for blessing Fellowship Church with such beautiful, giving people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-4157200557583456334?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/4157200557583456334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=4157200557583456334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/4157200557583456334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/4157200557583456334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/11/volunteers.html' title='volunteers'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-3237113158763401456</id><published>2009-11-22T19:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:06:02.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap</title><content type='html'>Tonight I am thankful for Sunday afternoon naps. I am so grateful to come home after a great morning of services &amp;amp; rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-3237113158763401456?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/3237113158763401456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=3237113158763401456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3237113158763401456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3237113158763401456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/11/nap.html' title='Nap'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-5514867435875781894</id><published>2009-11-21T19:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:53:23.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>abnormally loud</title><content type='html'>Tonight I am thankful God blessed me with a freakishly loud voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While needing to get the studetnts' attention tonight, my mic stopped working.  I was able to project my voice loud enough that the ENTIRE AUDITORIUM heard me.  In times like this, I am reminded of how God crafted us.  He knew I would need to be heard &amp;amp; He made me with a freakishly loud voice.  I know it seems silly but it doesn't stop me from being thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-5514867435875781894?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/5514867435875781894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=5514867435875781894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5514867435875781894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5514867435875781894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/11/abnormally-loud.html' title='abnormally loud'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-3569446111442296195</id><published>2009-11-21T09:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:13:41.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>flag football</title><content type='html'>I didn't get to post yesterday as I was dog sitting &amp;amp; didn't have my laptop with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the opportunity to play flag football with my church.  Today is our last game of the season.  It's been great getting to be on a team, meeting new people, not getting seriously injured, and watching my sweetheart be athletic.  It's been a great season &amp;amp; I'll definitely miss it...thankfully Barry already has an array of spring sports to choose from.  Hooray for the sports ministry at church!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-3569446111442296195?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/3569446111442296195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=3569446111442296195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3569446111442296195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3569446111442296195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/11/flag-football.html' title='flag football'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-3441046673050449056</id><published>2009-11-19T12:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:08:40.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week!</title><content type='html'>In one short week, I get to see my father's side of the family!  My precious aunties (amazing cooks &amp;amp; impeccable story tellers), my laid back uncles, my good old boy cousins, my cousins' little ones, and of course, the most precious woman to walk on the planet: my grandma.  Chris hasn't met this side of the family (our schedules keep conflicting, someone get sick, etc) so I can't wait to see him interact with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get to have Thanksgiving with my Mom, sister, nieces, and nephew!  And if I time things just right, I'll be able to make it to Chris' family Thanksgiving as well.  Busy, busy, busy but beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get on the thankfulness train too.  I have some friends who have been posting one thing they are thankful for everyday this month.  I've really enjoyed reading their posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful for my job.  I can't believe I get to work at Fellowship Church.  I am so blessed to serve God at an amazing church.  I am in awe of the leadership God has placed here.  The executive pastors are God-ly, wise men who sincerely love God and love others.  I am proud of how service is an integral part of everything we do.  I love that my volunteers are amazing.  I love that my students love God and are welcoming to new students.  I love the staff I get to work with--they are hilarious, thoughtful, and sharpen me.  Thank You Lord for allowing me for the calling You gave me &amp;amp; for allowing me to serve You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-3441046673050449056?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/3441046673050449056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=3441046673050449056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3441046673050449056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3441046673050449056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-week.html' title='One Week!'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-1273729286649005380</id><published>2009-11-16T11:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:55:02.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>edits</title><content type='html'>We are very blessed to be able to produce our children's curriculum in house.  One of the perks of this is being able to help edit the rough drafts.  I absolutely, positively love doing this! I get out my green fine point sharpie, NLT Bible, and post-it flags and go to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current series we're editing is Entourage. It's all about friendships. The lesson I edited today was about accepting others. Good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-1273729286649005380?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/1273729286649005380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=1273729286649005380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1273729286649005380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1273729286649005380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/11/edits.html' title='edits'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-1747893883635008800</id><published>2009-11-15T19:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:17:13.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sometimes I think before I speak...other times I speak before I think. I can honestly tell you the thinking before speaking thing is a much better decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Rather than extending grace, viewing the situation from multiple angles, and thoughtfully weighing out what my words will do to someone else, I say what comes to mind. I have the need to make my voice heard &amp;amp; make my feelings known.  This is foolishness. Yes the time will come that I need to express my feelings but it isn't around the clock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This week I've been learning a lot: hope, grace, forgiveness, patience, and self-control. I have a feeling that I will continually be learning about these things.  It's awful admitting that I don't have it together but it's true.&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/5056907723539513784-1747893883635008800?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/1747893883635008800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=1747893883635008800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1747893883635008800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1747893883635008800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/11/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-3808392835590331908</id><published>2009-11-11T11:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:02:30.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic';"&gt;Forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need it. I need it. God gives it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you get so far away  from God that you can’t come back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history of Israel is full of ups and downs.  After asking God for a king, Israel had two kings but by king number 3, the kingdom separated. Judah &amp;amp; Israel each had their own king. Unfortunately, however, not all of the kings were good.  In fact the majority of the kings were bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having a God-ly father, one king was one of the wickedest people  to ever walk the earth. He sacrificed his son in fire to idols. He restored all of the pagan idols his father had  destroyed. He led the people astray. One day though, everything changed. His country was invaded &amp;amp; he was taken captive. During this time, he genuinely repented &amp;amp; God graciously forgave him. Manasseh finished strong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic';"&gt;The story of Manasseh  gives us hope. No matter how far away someone is from God, there is always hope.  You can read more about him in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20kings%2021:1-18&amp;amp;version=HCSB"&gt;2 Kings 20:21-21:18&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20chronicles%2033&amp;amp;version=HCSB"&gt;2 Chronicles 33:1-20&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-3808392835590331908?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/3808392835590331908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=3808392835590331908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3808392835590331908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3808392835590331908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/11/always-hope.html' title='Always Hope'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-2644810597569600833</id><published>2009-11-10T08:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:40:02.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning?</title><content type='html'>Sunny D has take along size bottles of juice.  This is the bright spot of my morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now please know I do enjoy mornings.  I love the stillness in them.  I love the possibilities.  I do not, however, love starting them before I should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up at 2:11.  I tried to go back to sleep but at 2:22 I realized it was a futile attempt.  So I got up.  I put on my shoes &amp;amp; hit the treadmill.  I jogged a mile with three pound weights then did five additional minutes with eight pound weights.  I did some crunches.  I did some leg lifts.  I thought this would do the trick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a small glass of water.  I went to lie back down and couldn't fall asleep.  Around 5:30 I drifted off to sleep for about forty-five minutes.  I got back up, took a shower, and started getting ready for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving for work, I was able to visit with my neighbor Linda.  Not only does this woman have great stories &amp;amp; is hilarious but she's from South Africa.  Her accent is BEAUTIFUL.  I could listen to her talk all day....which works out nicely as she's a bit of a talker like I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little concerned for today.  I am praying I don't snap off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; head as the day progresses.  I don't want to be a grumpy pumpkin today...especially since we have Flavour tonight (our monthly women's service) &amp;amp; I'm one of the greeters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also a little concerned that I'll just be the queen of random.  See my already flimsy filter seems to disappear the more tired I become. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it looks like one of two options will happen: grumpy pumpkin or random girl.  If I send you an odd email, text, or whatever I sincerely apologize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-2644810597569600833?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/2644810597569600833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=2644810597569600833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2644810597569600833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2644810597569600833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-morning.html' title='good morning?'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-6511710641243146194</id><published>2009-11-04T16:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:17:35.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans 8:1</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;Romans 8 (The Message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5&gt;The Solution Is Life on God's Terms&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12042"&gt;1-2&lt;/sup&gt;With the arrival of Jesus, the Messiah, that fateful dilemma is resolved. Those who enter into Christ's being-here-for-us no longer have to live under a continuous, low-lying black cloud. A new power is in operation. The Spirit of life in Christ, like a strong wind, has magnificently cleared the air, freeing you from a fated lifetime of brutal tyranny at the hands of sin and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Romans 8 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Life Through the Spirit &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28103"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus,&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28104"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit of life set me free from the law of sin and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Romans 8 (NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Life in the Spirit&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-28078"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; So now there is no condemnation for those who belong to Christ Jesus. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-28079"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; And because you belong to him, the power of the life-giving Spirit has freed you from the power of sin that leads to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Romans 8 (KJV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-28118"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-28119"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus hath made me free from the law of sin and death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Romans 8 (HCSB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5&gt;The Life-Giving Spirit&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-HCSB-28289"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; Therefore, no condemnation now exists for those in  Christ Jesus,   &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-HCSB-28290"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; because the Spirit's law of life  in Christ Jesus has set you  free from the law of sin and of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I have a tendency to over-analyze a situation.  I set extremely high expectations for myself &amp;amp; when I feel like I fail, I think about this repeatedly.  I think about how much better things could have been if only i had (insert whatever is applicable to the situation).  I don't know exactly why I do this but I do know I need to stop doing it.  I need to not allow myself to relive my failures &amp;amp; think through them at every possible angle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the&lt;a href="http://stuffchristianslike.net/2009/11/watching-the-wrong-movies/#"&gt; Stuff Christians Like&lt;/a&gt; blog, Jon wrote about this.  It was just what I needed to read today.  Please click the link &amp;amp; check it out...especially if you have a tendency to rewrite Romans 8:1 for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-6511710641243146194?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/6511710641243146194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=6511710641243146194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6511710641243146194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/6511710641243146194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/11/romans-81.html' title='Romans 8:1'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-5851235299055736873</id><published>2009-10-28T22:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:31:53.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>costumes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SukIRRKFKvI/AAAAAAAAAeo/q2xgYMx9PJg/s1600-h/halloween+010-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SukIRRKFKvI/AAAAAAAAAeo/q2xgYMx9PJg/s320/halloween+010-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397854721136732914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last year we were the dynamic duo.  We had a fabulous time as Batman &amp;amp; Robin. As Halloween is Chris' favorite holiday &amp;amp; I tend to generate fifty costume ideas a year, this was a great time for us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This year we've been pretty busy with everything going on at church.  We wanted to have some quality costumes with a creative flair.  We tossed out several ideas &amp;amp; decided on being The Wicked Witch of (south)West and a Flying Monkey.  This may not seem too creative to you so please let me unpack a little more of this idea for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Southwest Airlines corporate headquarters shuts down on Halloween (or the Friday before pending on the day) for a huge party.  Different departments decorate hq, put on shows, and even have a haunted maze.  (fyi: Chris' mom works for southwest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;By being the wicked witch of the southwest, I'm decorating my broom with Southwest Air colors (ribbons tied around the handle) &amp;amp; will put planes in the brush.  I'm also wearing southewest wings pinned to my collar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris will wear a pear of costume wings and have a carry on bag...since bags fly free at Southwest.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Our church is having Trunk or Treat after service on Saturday and I won't be dressed as a witch.  I thought I would be Dorothy (The Wizard of Oz is my all time favorite movie).  This afternoon I took a little time out from the office, grabbed a pumpkin spice latte, and decided to look for my Dorothy shoes.  I have a pair of red peep toe mini wedges but didn't think this was very ruby red slipper-y.  I went to the mall &amp;amp; looked for red shoes.  I found an amazing pair of 3 inch stilettos that aren't sparkly but are certainly fierce.  I decided these would work just fine for Dorothy....and I could wear them multiple times (especially during conference season).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When we left church tonight we decided to hit up Party City.  I found a very modest Dorothy costume (hard to believe but true! the skirt went to the knees &amp;amp; it wasn't skin tight!!!).  I waited in line to try it on and I was beaming.  I had on my new red shoes &amp;amp; couldn't wait to try on the costume.  I knew this would be great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; A lady and her middle school aged daughter were in front of me.  They also had a Dorothy costume but it wasn't modest...it was probably the playboy take on Dorothy.  The mother took the costume out of the package and held it up to her daughter.  The mother voiced a couple of concerns on the length &amp;amp; low cut parts of the costume.  The daughter convinced her it would be ok.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The mother, who seemed still a little unsure, asked if there were any other Dorothy costumes.  I politely held up my costume and mentioned there was another Dorothy style costume.  The mother gets this disgusted look on her face, evaluates both costumes, then says, 'Yeah but this one is cute,' and points at the costume her daughter has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So that was a bit awkward...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I tried on my costume &amp;amp; it looked AWFUL.  I decided I couldn't do this to someone as beloved as Dorothy Gale.  We left Party City &amp;amp; headed to a Halloween store in another part of town.  I wasn't able to find a Dorothy costume but I did find my witch costume that looks EXTREMELY similar to the movie version.  I also scored an AMAZING broom for a mere $5.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All I need to pick up now for Friday's party is black lipstick &amp;amp; black fingernail polish.  I still need to think of a costume idea for Saturday.   I could always were what I wore in our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kX_Eq9yFpQ8"&gt;promo video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;...but it's a little heavy.  What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-5851235299055736873?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/5851235299055736873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=5851235299055736873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5851235299055736873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5851235299055736873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/10/costumes.html' title='costumes'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SukIRRKFKvI/AAAAAAAAAeo/q2xgYMx9PJg/s72-c/halloween+010-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-502785497862034017</id><published>2009-10-24T00:23:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:27:53.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars in Concert: a picture post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKQNBsGNSI/AAAAAAAAAeg/YgN2b6G2_oU/s1600-h/here%21.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/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKQNBsGNSI/AAAAAAAAAeg/YgN2b6G2_oU/s320/here%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396033857009366306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKQJu9Ki3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/BHRWFoeKtF0/s1600-h/chewy.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/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKQJu9Ki3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/BHRWFoeKtF0/s320/chewy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396033800441072498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKQFpKB_JI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/8L03d_uTzac/s1600-h/leia.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/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKQFpKB_JI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/8L03d_uTzac/s320/leia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396033730164948114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKP-iq2fwI/AAAAAAAAAeI/f9a9fX22zrc/s1600-h/jedi.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/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKP-iq2fwI/AAAAAAAAAeI/f9a9fX22zrc/s320/jedi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396033608164474626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKP5nmFxbI/AAAAAAAAAeA/tqipSF9dNGM/s1600-h/trooper.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/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKP5nmFxbI/AAAAAAAAAeA/tqipSF9dNGM/s320/trooper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396033523587335602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKP0E1DDdI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_G-5x-1M_R0/s1600-h/notamoon.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/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKP0E1DDdI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_G-5x-1M_R0/s320/notamoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396033428355485138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKPwm0y35I/AAAAAAAAAdw/SW8TumogcEI/s1600-h/vader.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/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKPwm0y35I/AAAAAAAAAdw/SW8TumogcEI/s320/vader.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396033368761753490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKPrNWsEVI/AAAAAAAAAdo/-ci5X9QEzD8/s1600-h/transfixed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKPrNWsEVI/AAAAAAAAAdo/-ci5X9QEzD8/s320/transfixed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396033276025246034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKPmsPlwHI/AAAAAAAAAdg/BMyf0ZGTCW4/s1600-h/over.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKPmsPlwHI/AAAAAAAAAdg/BMyf0ZGTCW4/s320/over.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396033198417625202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much to Chris' amazingly generous uncle Brandon for the tickets.  It was a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-502785497862034017?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/502785497862034017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=502785497862034017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/502785497862034017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/502785497862034017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/10/star-wars-in-concert-picture-post.html' title='Star Wars in Concert: a picture post'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SuKQNBsGNSI/AAAAAAAAAeg/YgN2b6G2_oU/s72-c/here%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-3905653395470331314</id><published>2009-10-22T21:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:06:37.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dinosaurar!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes I misspelled dinosaur...and yes it was on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tonight Chris &amp;amp; I had a lovely date night courtesy of the BBC &amp;amp; the aac.  We went "Walking with the Dinosaurs".  It was incredible!  I can't believe how far puppeteering/robotics have come.  I think I enjoyed it even more than I thought.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Growing up I played with a dinosaur play set.  I had a dinosaur blanket.  I love dinosaurs.  Chris also has loved dinosaurs for his lifetime too.  I think the two of us enjoyed it more than the kids in attendance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Up next: date challenge: watch 2 movies in theaters then off to Star Wars in Concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-3905653395470331314?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/3905653395470331314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=3905653395470331314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3905653395470331314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3905653395470331314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/10/dinosaurar.html' title='dinosaurar!!!!'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-8725706654063969491</id><published>2009-10-21T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:08:32.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow Chris &amp;amp; I will be at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.dinosaurlive.com/"&gt;Walking with Dinosaurs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; or as I spelled it on his calendar "Walk with Dinosaurars!".  This is very exciting as both of us were fascinated by dinosaurs as children. I can't wait to see it &amp;amp; even more I can't wait to see Chris watch it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Friday night Chris &amp;amp; I will be at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.starwarsinconcert.com/"&gt;Star Wars in Concert&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; courtesy of his very generous uncle Brandon. We're also going to try to work in a matinee of "Where the Wild Things Are"...we're feeling pretty ambitious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't believe we get to do both of these and right after each other. What an unexpected blessing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-8725706654063969491?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/8725706654063969491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=8725706654063969491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8725706654063969491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8725706654063969491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/10/date-nights.html' title='Date Nights'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-3139211087704159843</id><published>2009-10-15T08:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:40:24.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>work (another view)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"&gt;Judges 2:6-13 (The Message)&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-2825"&gt;6-9&lt;/sup&gt; After Joshua had dismissed them, the People of Israel went off to claim their allotted territories and take possession of the land. The people worshiped &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; throughout the lifetime of Joshua and the time of the leaders who survived him, leaders who had been in on all of &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;'s great work that he had done for Israel. Then Joshua son of Nun, the servant of &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, died. He was 110 years old. They buried him in his allotted inheritance at Timnath Heres in the hills of Ephraim north of Mount Gaash. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-2826"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; Eventually that entire generation died and was buried. Then another generation grew up that didn't know anything of &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; or the work he had done for Israel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-2827"&gt;11-15&lt;/sup&gt; The People of Israel did evil in &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;'s sight: they served Baal-gods; they deserted &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, the God of their parents who had led them out of Egypt; they took up with other gods, gods of the peoples around them. They actually worshiped them! And oh, how they angered &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; as they worshiped god Baal and goddess Astarte! &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;'s anger was hot against Israel: He handed them off to plunderers who stripped them; he sold them cheap to enemies on all sides. They were helpless before their enemies. Every time they walked out the door &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; was with them—but for evil, just as &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; had said, just as he had sworn he would do. They were in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;love the way the Message puts this: 'they took up with other gods, gods of the peoples around them. They actually worshiped them!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This passage of scripture is sobering.  To think one generation grew up not knowing God &amp;amp; to see how it put them 'in a bad way' is heartbreaking.  This is why I take my job seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show kids God's love. Help kids love church. That's what I get to do.  So yeah, sometimes I do something silly and other times I am able to see kids hold onto the fact that God's way is the best.  It's humbling &amp;amp; exciting!&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/5056907723539513784-3139211087704159843?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/3139211087704159843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=3139211087704159843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3139211087704159843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3139211087704159843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/10/work-another-view.html' title='work (another view)'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-1379633785647491736</id><published>2009-10-14T20:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:08:09.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;A recap of my work day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;9:30 arrive to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;10 Volunteer Wade comes to help out &amp;amp; brings us all candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;10:30 study, study, study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;11 email details of my program to another church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;11:30 birthday lunch for Jenny R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;1 costume selection for video shoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;1:30 trunk or treat promo video for children's services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;2 music video shoot for Elevate series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;2:30 prep for service tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;4 email volunteers info for the weekend &amp;amp; study, study, study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;6 check in for services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;7:30 teach about trusting God to a group of k-5 students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;8:30 head home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I can't believe I get to do this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-1379633785647491736?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/1379633785647491736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=1379633785647491736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1379633785647491736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/1379633785647491736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/10/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-7429276800130120177</id><published>2009-10-10T12:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:06:20.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hello again bloggy world!  How are you?  It's been a bit since my last post.  I've been reading but not posting.  I've been trying to decide what to do with this blog.  Do I make it all serious?  Do I use it to just update on the happenings of my world (ie adventures with Chris)?  Do I start making it encouraging and challenging?  No clue.  I think a mixture of the three would be ideal so that's my plan...we'll see if it comes to fruition.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In case you haven't noticed, it's officially fall.  I'm wearing a sweater dress &amp;amp; a pair of boots (that I got at a steal of a deal thanks to Kohls).  Since it's fall, that means football, pies, and warm colors.  I went to LD Bell's homecoming last night.  It was the 50th anniversary of the Raiderette dance team.  Chris' mom was a Raiderette so she performed with other alumni at the half time show.  It was so cold!  I sat on my quilo (throw your hands up if you own one--they are fantastic, aren't they?) while covering up with my lambie (also fantastic).  We left in the 3rd quarter since Aimee &amp;amp; I decided we were not made for the cold.  Sidenote: the LD Bell band is incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today we didn't have a football game as it's Columbus Day weekend.  I slept in, had a big breakfast (breakfast is much too underrated), and am leisurely getting ready to head up to the church.  My goal is to arrive between 2-3.  I love Saturday night service.  My room is open up 3:30 for volunteer &amp;amp; staff kids.  At 5:40, however, I take all of the students to their age appropriate worship rooms.  Then I head to service.  I love going on Saturday so on Sunday I can fill in my volunteers &amp;amp; hear their thoughts on the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of volunteers, I need to finish getting ready so I can write some cards.  Don't you just love cards? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-7429276800130120177?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/7429276800130120177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=7429276800130120177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/7429276800130120177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/7429276800130120177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-again-bloggy-world-how-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-2372860717918728589</id><published>2009-09-25T23:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:55:10.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow after our first official flag football game of the season, I will rush to Fort Worth to share a pizza &amp;amp; pack some boxes.  I get to see another set of beautiful friends head out on a great adventure.  Brandon, Cindy, &amp;amp; little Corban will be moving to Europe to work with refugees.  Wow.  I can't wait to see them! I can't wait to make up ridiculous moving day songs &amp;amp; give baby Corban the greatest musical tribute he's ever experienced in his short life.  :-) Don't you wish I could help you move?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-2372860717918728589?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/2372860717918728589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=2372860717918728589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2372860717918728589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2372860717918728589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday.html' title='saturday'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-8745398253641952163</id><published>2009-09-25T00:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:34:55.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Funky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SrxWSCIPqdI/AAAAAAAAAc8/gBa16RwqYgw/s1600-h/Befunky+Artwork%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SrxWJpX09XI/AAAAAAAAAcs/hd-s4ga_DUc/s320/Befunky+Artwork%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385273978152875378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;befunky.com allows you to upload photos &amp;amp; apply different effects for free.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-8745398253641952163?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/8745398253641952163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=8745398253641952163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8745398253641952163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8745398253641952163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/09/be-funky.html' title='Be Funky'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SrxWSCIPqdI/AAAAAAAAAc8/gBa16RwqYgw/s72-c/Befunky+Artwork%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-588675221755577656</id><published>2009-09-23T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:43:06.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wordy word words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I sometimes find it difficult to effectively communicate my passion for my job through typed words.  I absolutely, positively love my job.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Currently we're changing the description of my room.  As you know, we've already changed the look of it (and I promise pictures will come soon!!!).  I'm working on a write up of what I want to let the other departments know about the change.  I want them to know my room isn't just the room where kids go when they're here for more than one service or the video game room.  No. No. No.  My room is so much more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;First I believe I have some of the most incredible volunteers of all time.  If you could meet these people, you would be blown away by their gentleness, beautiful hearts, and their willingness to do whatever it takes to make sure our students know about God.  These people will challenge you to be more simply by being who they are.  It's remarkable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Second the students in my room are so encouraging.  These kids (kindergarten through fifth graders) desire to serve God and serve others.  Do you realize how much of a rarity that is?  These students also devour Bible stories.  They learn them, share them, and ask insightful questions.  I am blown away by my students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My challenge is to communicate how our room is a place for students to be empowered, equipped, and encouraged to live out the lives God has for them.  How do I put this into words to show that by parents volunteering (thus allowing their students to be here for more than one service &amp;amp; in my room), their children benefit too?  Whenever I talk to volunteer tours, I just let it flow...when you have only a certain amount of space for type, how do you communicate the same passion?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Any and all suggestions are welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On an unrelated note: make sure to check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://abcnews.go.com/Nightline/10Commandments"&gt;Nightline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; tomorrow (Thursday, September 24th, 10:35 cst) to see the debate.  This is the kick off of their 10 commandments series.  Pastor Ed &amp;amp; Jonathan Daugherty debate the implications of adultery with Noel Bidderman (creator of Ashley Madison site that allows people to discretely have affairs) &amp;amp; Jenny Block (author).  Trust me, you want to tivo this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-588675221755577656?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/588675221755577656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=588675221755577656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/588675221755577656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/588675221755577656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordy-word-words.html' title='wordy word words...'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-863128541848657880</id><published>2009-09-19T14:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:49:01.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>scrimmage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I love flag football.  I love it so incredibly much that this season is going to be much, much, much too short.  :-)  I was able to play the entire game &amp;amp; I didn't feel crazy exhausted or anything.  I got a couple of 'tackles' &amp;amp; even got to carry the ball a few times.  Oh dear goodness--I loved it!  Chris had a great time too.  I just emailed out my schedule to his family so maybe they can catch a game sometime.  Look for more football posts to come my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-863128541848657880?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/863128541848657880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=863128541848657880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/863128541848657880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/863128541848657880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/09/scrimmage.html' title='scrimmage'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-8307806381821182185</id><published>2009-09-19T07:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:52:20.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>football</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In about two hours, Chris &amp;amp; I will participate in our first flag football game of the season.  The last time I played football was about five years ago.  I can't tell you the last time I went for a run so I'm feeling a little nervous for today.  Since it's co-ed church league every third play a girl has to touch the ball.  The captain, Byron, only knows me out of the group of girls.  I'm really hoping he doesn't decide to give me the ball a lot.  I would HATE to embarrass Chris...and myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited and nervous!  I think that's what caused me to wake up before 7 this morning. &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/5056907723539513784-8307806381821182185?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/8307806381821182185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=8307806381821182185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8307806381821182185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8307806381821182185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/09/football.html' title='football'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-5300080102096624117</id><published>2009-09-18T15:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:47:59.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the debate</title><content type='html'>Over 4,000 people were in attendance for the debate last night.  WOW.  Thank you so much for praying for Pastor Ed &amp;amp; passing information about the debate on to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to watch the debate since we had children's services for those in attendance.  I was with the 4 &amp;amp; 5 graders and we had a jolly good time.  I can't wait to watch the debate--parents kept telling me just how amazing it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to read/watch the news covering the debate too.  So if you didn't see the debate last night, it will air on Thursday, September 24.  You won't want to miss it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-5300080102096624117?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/5300080102096624117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=5300080102096624117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5300080102096624117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/5300080102096624117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/09/debate.html' title='the debate'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-8159345298548880271</id><published>2009-09-16T11:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:50:01.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Affairs, Adultery, Ashley Madison</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;An affair sent my family into overdrive when I was ten years old.  Don't get me wrong, things had been rocky prior to the revelation of my father having an affair with his secretary, but that's when things really shattered.  This led to my parents divorcing, my mother turning into an angry/bitter/mean version of herself, my father eventually going to jail, and my mom having to work two jobs to support my sister and me.  I spent more time below the poverty line than I did above it.  I spent more time being angry than happy.  I was a wreck but thankfully God was with me through it all.  He strategically placed people in my path who loved me.  This made all of the difference in the world.  Healing occurred. My faith strengthened.  I learned no matter what, I would always have God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story is no different than thousands of others.  In my small town, it was more of a rarity to meet another student with married parents...married to their first spouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night (Thursday, September 17), my pastor gets to debate AGAINST adultery.  Nightline will be at Fellowship Church filming a debate on if adultery is wrong.  Ashley Madison is a social networking site that helps people discretely have affairs. The CEO of Ashley Madison will try to convince the viewers of Nightline (and those in attendance for the debate) that adultery is a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in DFW, I invite you to come &amp;amp; watch the debate.  It starts at 6:30 pm (I'd try to arrive by 6:15 at the latest).  We will have children's services for birth through fifth grade.  Trust me we'll have a fantastic evening planned for the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get more details &lt;a href="http://www.fellowshipchurch.com/nightline"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/5056907723539513784-8159345298548880271?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/8159345298548880271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=8159345298548880271' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8159345298548880271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/8159345298548880271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/09/affairs-adultery-ashley-madison.html' title='Affairs, Adultery, Ashley Madison'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-214643477156980436</id><published>2009-09-11T00:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T10:02:07.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am not quite sure why I've been so spoiled this birthday but i'm going to roll with it. I don't know if it's due to the fact my birthday was 9/9/9 and I turned 27 (9 + 9 + 9 = 27) or just because Chris decided to continue his reign of awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let's recap shall we?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wednesday: Chris bring flowers (he arranged them himself--complete with 9 roses in the bouquet) &amp;amp; spa gift.  The entire office goes out for birthday lunch at 7 Salsas.  We have afternoon cookie cake (with dinosaur frosting--you have to admit the genius of that).  After work Chris buys me the yellow shoes I wanted.  Great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thursday: Chris takes me to celebrate my birthday at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.nashersculpturecenter.org/"&gt;Nashar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.  I get to see some Matisse up close and personal.  Amazing! Then dinner at the cheesecake factory...such a great choice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Friday: I get my massage/manicure/pedicure.  Can I just endorse massages for a minute?  Wow.  It was incredible!  Then off to Chris' to watch Star Wars prequel movie marathon.  You may be curious as to why I opted for Star Wars prequel rather than Legally Blond.  That's a great thing to wonder.  The guys in the office had talked a bit about just the awkwardness/greatness that surrounds the prequels.  Since I hadn't watched it in a while, I thought it was time for a refresher.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was a great 3 day celebration.  Very unexpected....very wonderful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-214643477156980436?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/214643477156980436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=214643477156980436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/214643477156980436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/214643477156980436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/09/finale.html' title='finale'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-3571873554503810825</id><published>2009-09-09T14:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:38:25.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so far, so awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SqgD054ZoYI/AAAAAAAAAcU/d7jkOGLabdY/s1600-h/flowers.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/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SqgD054ZoYI/AAAAAAAAAcU/d7jkOGLabdY/s320/flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379553962319520130" 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/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SqgDulunBII/AAAAAAAAAcM/8TJzHUyqdgo/s1600-h/spa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SqgDulunBII/AAAAAAAAAcM/8TJzHUyqdgo/s320/spa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379553853830530178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SqgD6Ri15PI/AAAAAAAAAcc/eKT8L060MdE/s1600-h/dino-mite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SqgD6Ri15PI/AAAAAAAAAcc/eKT8L060MdE/s320/dino-mite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379554054570894578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such an amazing day!!!!  It is indeed dino-mite!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-3571873554503810825?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/3571873554503810825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=3571873554503810825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3571873554503810825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3571873554503810825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-far-so-awesome.html' title='so far, so awesome!'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SqgD054ZoYI/AAAAAAAAAcU/d7jkOGLabdY/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-9050048097342074379</id><published>2009-09-09T00:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:04:36.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>27</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Like New Years, birthdays have a tendency to lend themselves to reflection.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If you had asked me where I would be twenty years ago, I most likely would have responded with this, ‘I will have my own tv show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will sing &amp;amp; tell jokes that will make people happy. ‘&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Fifteen years ago would have had a response like this, ‘I will be married to a very handsome man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will be housewife with two kids and a maid.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If you had asked me where I would be ten years ago, I would have given you this answer: ‘At 27, I’ll be working towards a doctorate in literature at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Duke&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will be either engaged or married to a minister.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We probably will be applying to do missions in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malawi&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;.’&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s a pretty good plan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If you had asked me that question five years ago, ‘I will be married and on the mission field or at a church plant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ll help those who have been deceived &amp;amp; show them the Truth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll lead a Bible study in our home and do mostly community outreach.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Now here I am at one of the largest churches in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, running a discipleship program for kindergarten through fifth grade students.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get the opportunity to show kids God’s love &amp;amp; help kids love church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am able to write my own lessons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have a wonderful boyfriend who loves me more than I thought possible (and trust me it’s definitely reciprocated).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I never would have guessed that God would have me in the Bible belt at a megachurch…ever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet here I am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s amazing to think that God had this for me all along—this is my mission field.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get to help train children in God’s way so they can impact multiple generations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;It’s official: I’m now in my late 20s.  I don’t know exactly what this means except that I get to live a little longer &amp;amp; hopefully have some more adventures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-9050048097342074379?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/9050048097342074379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=9050048097342074379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/9050048097342074379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/9050048097342074379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/09/27.html' title='27'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-3935457782603810640</id><published>2009-09-02T22:43:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:05:23.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Traveling Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chris' family is amazing!  Seriously talented, humble, wonderful people comprise his family.  Tonight was the grand reveal for his uncle Brandon 3 sculptures in Deep Ellum (in Dallas) called The Traveling Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It started in Fair Park at the African American Museum.  We were given an opportunity to check out the George Washington Carver exhibit (not allowed to take pics) on loan from Chicago before hopping on the brand new green line of Dart (officially opens September 14).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/Sp88xqHt56I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GQfIjW5YcUM/s1600-h/Traveling+Man+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/Sp88xqHt56I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GQfIjW5YcUM/s320/Traveling+Man+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377083303921575842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At each stop, we were able to see the station art &amp;amp; hear from the artist.  It was really cool &amp;amp; something you'll want to check out the next time you're taking the Dart.  The final stop of the night was the Deep Ellum station.  The station artist spoke then it was Brandon's turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/Sp89JsD26HI/AAAAAAAAAaE/jeni99PhKXA/s1600-h/Traveling+Man+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/Sp89JsD26HI/AAAAAAAAAaE/jeni99PhKXA/s320/Traveling+Man+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377083716759119986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He explained the vision behind it &amp;amp; also credited the other artists (including Brad Oldham standing next to Brandon).  Then we went exploring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/Sp895_SWaYI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Q7UdRH5Is5A/s1600-h/Traveling+Man+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/Sp895_SWaYI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Q7UdRH5Is5A/s320/Traveling+Man+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377084546553899394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;While we were exploring, I might have felt just a tad ummm...wanna be modelish?  Anyway around each of the three sculptures are these amazing birds which double as chairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/Sp8_DoobgZI/AAAAAAAAAac/Jv5STsmPomY/s1600-h/Traveling+Man+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/Sp8_DoobgZI/AAAAAAAAAac/Jv5STsmPomY/s320/Traveling+Man+064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377085811782812050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is the Traveling Man Awakening.  You can lounge on his head which is pretty neat &amp;amp; makes for an interesting picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/Sp8-eM76hmI/AAAAAAAAAaU/wnCPO-LXfDA/s1600-h/Traveling+Man+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/Sp8-eM76hmI/AAAAAAAAAaU/wnCPO-LXfDA/s320/Traveling+Man+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377085168693184098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is the Traveling Main: Waiting on a Train.  He's propping himself up with a piece from the original tunnel that was the gateway into Deep Ellum.  It is a great addition to the piece--you can also sit on the tunnel portion (proudly displaying 1930, the year it was built).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/Sp8_mKfh9lI/AAAAAAAAAak/FJnB_XcmReQ/s1600-h/Traveling+Man+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/Sp8_mKfh9lI/AAAAAAAAAak/FJnB_XcmReQ/s320/Traveling+Man+062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377086404987844178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is the Traveling Man Walking Tall.  He is directly across from the Deep Ellum dart station.  If you notice, 6'4" Chris is standing in front of his left leg.  The Traveling Man stands 38' tall.  It is incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;While Chris &amp;amp; I were exploring, a couple was taking wedding pictures in front of the Waiting on a Train.  I now want to take every guest I have &amp;amp; pose them in front of the Traveling Man.  I think he's so incredibly amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-3935457782603810640?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/3935457782603810640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=3935457782603810640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3935457782603810640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/3935457782603810640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/09/traveling-man.html' title='The Traveling Man'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/Sp88xqHt56I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GQfIjW5YcUM/s72-c/Traveling+Man+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-2683236553025682394</id><published>2009-08-31T23:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:11:55.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>add it to the list</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love my boyfriend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tonight he took me out on a Monday date night.  Now you have to know that Mondays are probably my worst day.  I attribute it to something Pastor Ed calls 'the holy hangover'.  After a weekend of services, I really struggle with focus &amp;amp; productivity.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stop number one: Waffle House.   I know what you're thinking, 'really sb? waffle house?'  You have to understand, I LOVE the WAFFLE HOUSE!  It reminds me of certain parts of my hometown &amp;amp; I love breakfast.  Did you know the Waffle House has a juke box complete with songs dedicated to the Waffle House?  It's hilarious &amp;amp; wonderful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stop number two: the movies to see '&lt;a href="http://www.foxsearchlight.com/500daysofsummer/"&gt;500 Days of Summer&lt;/a&gt;'.  I loved this movie!  It's a buy.  I love quirky movies (thank you Fox Searchlight!) and love seeing Joseph Gordon-Levitt working again!  It was great to see a girlier movie as this summer has been packed with boy movies (trust me, i was tapping out of any more testosterone driven movies for a bit).  It was also great that Chris enjoyed the movie too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So add tonight to the very long list of reasons why I love my boyfriend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-2683236553025682394?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/2683236553025682394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=2683236553025682394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2683236553025682394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2683236553025682394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/08/add-it-to-list.html' title='add it to the list'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-7779929924998871457</id><published>2009-08-28T22:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:49:38.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SpmGA7NjDRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/5-W5Vu3Yg0E/s1600-h/Carly+%26+Colbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SpmGA7NjDRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/5-W5Vu3Yg0E/s320/Carly+%26+Colbie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375474980696034578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last week Mitch &amp;amp; Jennie were blessed with a BEAUTIFUL baby girl: Colbie.  I've been known to babysit their oldest: Carly (quite possibly the cutest 2 year old in the world).  Wednesday I went over to their house &amp;amp; met this gorgeous baby girl.  She is TINY &amp;amp; PERFECT!  The best part of the visit was watching Carly with her baby sister.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SpmGGDpIy9I/AAAAAAAAAZc/aB6zW4smB_M/s1600-h/Carly+%26+Colbie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SpmGGDpIy9I/AAAAAAAAAZc/aB6zW4smB_M/s320/Carly+%26+Colbie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375475068858584018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She is a precious big sister.  She showed me the proper way to hold Colbie (she cradled her arms &amp;amp; swung them from side to side).  She also showed me how to give Colbie kisses &amp;amp; how to hug her.  Carly is so proud of her baby sister.  It's so sweet to watch!  Unfortunately I was too enamored to take out my camera--but I plan on visiting those precious sisters soon...and when I do, no worries, I'll post b/c trust me, it will melt your heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Update: I got a few pics from Mitch....I told you they were sweet!!!&lt;br /&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/5056907723539513784-7779929924998871457?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/7779929924998871457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=7779929924998871457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/7779929924998871457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/7779929924998871457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/08/sisters.html' title='sisters'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/SpmGA7NjDRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/5-W5Vu3Yg0E/s72-c/Carly+%26+Colbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-2764533053822744600</id><published>2009-08-26T13:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:56:00.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway from Whitney!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://glamlifehousewife.blogspot.com/2009/08/giveaway.html"&gt;Giveaway!  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this lady has the best giveaways!  Click on the above link to enter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056907723539513784-2764533053822744600?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/2764533053822744600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=2764533053822744600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2764533053822744600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2764533053822744600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/08/giveaway-from-whitney.html' title='Giveaway from Whitney!'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056907723539513784.post-2318936541323792523</id><published>2009-08-25T23:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:50:57.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Summer is officially over.  3 weeks of church camp &amp;amp; a weekend of family fun festing are finished.  Now it's time to look at the possibilities for the fall: classes, retreats, and before you know it, Christmas services.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Since things are slowing down, I think it's time to find a routine.  Tonight Chris &amp;amp; I played Mario Cart then went to the movies.  We had movie dinner meaning he had a milkshake &amp;amp; I had most of a funnel cake.  This is fun for every now and then but I need to get into a routine of cooking dinner &amp;amp; not allowing my laundry to pile up for weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure how that will look or how to accomplish it, so suggestions are welcome. &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/5056907723539513784-2318936541323792523?l=sbd9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/feeds/2318936541323792523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056907723539513784&amp;postID=2318936541323792523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2318936541323792523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056907723539513784/posts/default/2318936541323792523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbd9.blogspot.com/2009/08/routine.html' title='routine'/><author><name>SB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16156632958806262470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l_OTYfJ5RqY/TRyYo2EjiuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/mR3o4CToyg4/S220/SarahBeth%2526Chris_Wedding_AllisonDavis_MediumResolution_0272.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
