<?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-6402896854187782808</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:08:54.803-07:00</updated><category term='O.K I couldn&apos;t resist.'/><title type='text'>HHHMMM</title><subtitle type='html'>There are big thoughts in my head, demanding to get out!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sara Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253969294856151221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402896854187782808.post-1545694804229852827</id><published>2009-01-19T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:09:15.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>slight alterations</title><content type='html'>I believe I’ve changed.  Just praying tonight and thinking about what I’m going to do tomorrow with two ladies at my disposal to take care of my kids, I realize that I’m not who I once was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The before Sara—the before I had Landon Sara&lt;br /&gt; I read the book Organizing inside and out—something like that.  “It changed my life.” I had declared.  And so it had.  Before Landon came, I had organized every drawer, every shelf, every room to be super organized.  &lt;br /&gt; Each day started with a list.  I checked things off.  The list grew, but at the end of the day, accomplishment meant most of the list was crossed off.  &lt;br /&gt; I thought that exercising and feeling good about myself were the most important things.  Yeah, I took care of Hayden.  I was a good mom.  However, putting on make up had it’s order in my line up of things to do.  Not much was out of place.  &lt;br /&gt; I worked out twice a week.  I pushed myself, even though I was pregnant.  I was at the gym the day before I had Landon.  &lt;br /&gt; Accomplishment meant having a clean house every minute of the day and dinner on the table ready when Serge got home.  On a shlumpy day, he had to wait.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The after Landon Sara&lt;br /&gt; Some days I get make up on.  Most days I don’t worry about it unless I have an appointment&lt;br /&gt; Success to me is spending quality time with both of my boys, making sure medications is given at the right time and letting my husband know I appreciate him.  That’s a really good day.  &lt;br /&gt; I don’t have dinner ready.  In fact, most of the time Serge cooks when he gets home after a long day at work and school.  I don’t like that, but it’s a reality.&lt;br /&gt; My house is in constant need of a good shine.  My carpet looks and feels gross.  My kitchen floor is dirty the day after I mop it—which is about once a month now.  I feel such an accomplishment when my kitchen table is cleaned off.  &lt;br /&gt; I haven’t worked out in months and I don’t really feel bad about it.  I have gained some weight, but my husband still loves me and thinks I’m hot.  &lt;br /&gt; I stay up after everyone is in bed so that I can still feel like myself.  I read books as often as I can.  It’s wonderful exploring someone else’s world.  &lt;br /&gt; I usually have to get up with one of my boys a few times each night.  That or Landon’s feeding pump is beeping at me in my dreams—then I wake up to discover it’s for real.  The longest stretch of sleep that I get is from 11pm to 5 am.  I consider that great!  Then I can go back to sleep until 6(give medication and stop feed) and then back to sleep until around 7(Landon wakes up).  That’s close to eight hours right?  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The after Landon Sara may seem a little dreary, but in all actuality, it’s been such a good road.  I think I have realized a little bit more that life is not always organized down to the T.  Some women can do that and it makes them happy.  However, when I try to do that now-a-days, it makes my whole household sad, uptight and whiney.  It’s not worth it to me.  I don’t live in a pigsty, but it’s not perfect—and we’re really happy.  &lt;br /&gt; I still love shopping, but I do it at second hand stores, garage sales and thrift stores.  I love having people give us clothes they are done with.  I love the saying, “use if up, wear it out.  Make it do, or do without.”  At least I think that’s how it goes.  &lt;br /&gt; So tomorrow when I have two women at my disposal, to take care of my kids, I’m not going to have a list of one million things to do.  I’ll probably pick two meaningful things to do with my kids and then I’m just going to enjoy the day.  Yeah, I know to some of you it may sound like a waste.  But it’s how I WANT to spend my day—that makes all the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402896854187782808-1545694804229852827?l=hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/1545694804229852827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402896854187782808&amp;postID=1545694804229852827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/1545694804229852827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/1545694804229852827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/2009/01/slight-alterations.html' title='slight alterations'/><author><name>Sara Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253969294856151221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402896854187782808.post-2889282610386446863</id><published>2008-09-08T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:31:24.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things that I can do</title><content type='html'>Well, &lt;br /&gt;Since the Olympics, I have really cut down on Tv.  It was just taking up so much time, and in the wrong times.  Right when we needed to get the kids into bed and have scripture study and family prayer, I needed to watch the results show, or something or other.  So, I cut it out.&lt;br /&gt;  Now, at night, I hardly know what to do with myself.  I think I need to go to bed like at 8:30, shortly after the kids go down, but I still have to wait up to give meds.  I can read, which I used to do much more than I do now.  And. . .&lt;br /&gt;  I think about change.  Things are going to change here in a few weeks and I am dreading it.  I realized that tonight.  Serge is going to be starting school.  Work schedules change.  What if we have to get a new job?  What if,. . . &lt;br /&gt;  And then I realize, that we have not changed(well, we did change jobs, but it really wansn't that scary) or places that we have lived, or schedules at all for the past four years.  Yeah, we just had our anniversary.  Change is brewing and I used to love change, but now. . . I am just a little fearful of the future.  What will it hold for us.  Most of all, I don't want my relationships to suffer because of the change.  It's always hard for me when Serge starts a new quarter, but this summer has been so nice.  HMMM.  Change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402896854187782808-2889282610386446863?l=hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/2889282610386446863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402896854187782808&amp;postID=2889282610386446863' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/2889282610386446863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/2889282610386446863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-that-i-can-do.html' title='The things that I can do'/><author><name>Sara Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253969294856151221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402896854187782808.post-2757352018116042793</id><published>2008-07-03T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:24:38.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Heck am I doing?</title><content type='html'>Somedays I just wonder if I really am cut out for motherhood.  Like today.  I had this brilliant plan that I was going to teach Landon how to eat today.  I stopped his night feed at 6am.  Then I tried a bottle at 8am.  Nope, kept trying.  At 12 I just gave him pedialite to keep him hydrated and let him sleep(no binki).  Then I tried again when he got up.  Nope.  At 5pm we were having power struggles and I lost it.  All day and he refuses taking a bottle to the point he is so mad that he works up a sweat and turns lovely shades.  &lt;br /&gt;at 7 I finally give in and just tube some nourishment down him.  What the heck???!  I don't know the lesson Heavenly Father has for me to learn, but I think I am going insane.  Is it just my need to control things?  I thought I had learned a while ago that I don't have control.  Well I'm feeling it even more now.  My poor husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402896854187782808-2757352018116042793?l=hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/2757352018116042793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402896854187782808&amp;postID=2757352018116042793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/2757352018116042793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/2757352018116042793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-heck-am-i-doing.html' title='What the Heck am I doing?'/><author><name>Sara Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253969294856151221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402896854187782808.post-6472527807601399558</id><published>2008-06-11T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:21:24.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moms are good enough</title><content type='html'>So here's my latest rant.  Why do women never think they are good enough?  We put our bodies on the back burner as we have children.  We always think of others--From the time we get up in the morning until we go to bed at night.  We are strong.  We are intelligent.  We are always trying to better ourselves.  &lt;br /&gt;  Yet I constantly feel that I am lacking.  I could have dealt with that situation better.  I could keep the house cleaner. . . blah, blah, blah.  &lt;br /&gt;  Well, no more.  I read a post by the &lt;a href="http://theb3sutters.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sutters&lt;/a&gt; that got me thinking.  It linked to an explanation of a woman who was killed in a train accident.  She suffered from Bi-polar.  She posted notes to herself all over the house such as:  I am strong.  I can only be controlled by me.  I love being me.  &lt;br /&gt;  What an example.  I really need to be more positive with myself.  I am strong.  I am raising two boys in a world that is crazy.  I am living in 400 sq. feet for crying out loud.  And you know what?  I really love it.  Now you may be asking if I am crazy and not the world.  However, I love that it keeps me real.  We don't loose anyone and we live on love.  Yup! &lt;br /&gt;Live it up baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402896854187782808-6472527807601399558?l=hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/6472527807601399558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402896854187782808&amp;postID=6472527807601399558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/6472527807601399558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/6472527807601399558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/2008/06/moms-are-good-enough.html' title='Moms are good enough'/><author><name>Sara Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253969294856151221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402896854187782808.post-1603520761504268843</id><published>2008-04-17T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:48:55.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacations</title><content type='html'>So I apologize, to the two of you who periodically check this blog.  I haven't had time to rant in script(I've just been doing it out loud)  &lt;br /&gt;  So my question is, why is it so much harder for moms to take a day off than dads?  My getting away is a trip to the hair salon for an hour.  Other than that, every other thing is done with the kids--one of them at least and most of the time both.  Serge is going to a "competition" campout this weekend.  His team of three designed a "dwelling".  They do have to hike their stuff a mile and then camp out in their "dwelling" for two nights and three days.  WAAA!  &lt;br /&gt;  Just like that, he has a weekend planned.  No arranging for a baby sitter, no worries about the laundry getting piled up, or even worried about his poor wife all alone with two kids--well, he is worried about us being safe.  However, I'm seriously more concerned about dealing with two cranky kids, one who just got out of surgery a week ago and another two year old who has anger spurts when I try to tell him his shoes are on the wrong feet.  &lt;br /&gt;  I love my husband, I just am jellous of how he can get away without worries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402896854187782808-1603520761504268843?l=hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/1603520761504268843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402896854187782808&amp;postID=1603520761504268843' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/1603520761504268843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/1603520761504268843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/2008/04/vacations.html' title='Vacations'/><author><name>Sara Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253969294856151221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402896854187782808.post-5852582209218626525</id><published>2008-03-09T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:25:40.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we women put ourselves through</title><content type='html'>Well, I must say that I am so thankful to Wendy for teaching me how to foil.  It has been one of the most money saving talents I have--right next to clipping cupons.  I tried a new bleach tonight and I must say that I loved it.  Warning-The thicker you mix the bleach, the quicker it lifts the color.  Let's just say that I'm very thankful for the toner I put on afterwards.  &lt;br /&gt;Pictures to follow later.  It's daylight savings time????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402896854187782808-5852582209218626525?l=hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/5852582209218626525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402896854187782808&amp;postID=5852582209218626525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/5852582209218626525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/5852582209218626525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-we-women-put-ourselves-through.html' title='What we women put ourselves through'/><author><name>Sara Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253969294856151221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402896854187782808.post-8796362186544812991</id><published>2008-02-24T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:11:17.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I be concerned?</title><content type='html'>So I try to be friendly. Wouldn't you agree? Well, we had some neighbors move in next door. They are interesting. Don't get me wrong, they don't have a bra statue out in front like the last owners. However, they do decorate for Halloween, but not Christmas. So anywho, it took us a while to have any conversations with them. They are not married and it seems they have a live in guy roommate too. The first real conversation I had with them, besides the cordial "hello", was after the little incident I like to call "loony on drugs hides in my shed and gets attacked by police dogs and then tasered." I think after that experience we all felt a little closer to our neighbors. We all talk a little bit more after that.&lt;br /&gt;So anywho--I see the couple all the time. Like middle of the day, late at night--you get the picture. They never go to work. So I ask them one day--what do you do? The guy(sad I don't know his name)says he does lots of things. Like he sells cars. HHHMMM. So he buys a yellow corvette and then puts some black alloy wheels on them. Then he sells it. He tells me that he bought it from a guy in Michigan and sold it here for double the cost. Next thing I know--it's back in his front driveway. Then yesterday, I kid you not, he has a Tahoe out in front with doors that open like a Lamborghini. I asked him if this was his new rig.  He replied, "yep.  I listed my truck on Craigslist and it sold in 3 hours.  so I had to buy a new car.  I don't like it though."  Which means he's going to sell it too I guess.   People, the guy goes through cars(and boats for that matter)like candy.  &lt;br /&gt;Signed, &lt;br /&gt;A girl just trying to get a parking space close to my house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402896854187782808-8796362186544812991?l=hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/8796362186544812991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402896854187782808&amp;postID=8796362186544812991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/8796362186544812991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/8796362186544812991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/2008/02/should-i-be-concerned.html' title='Should I be concerned?'/><author><name>Sara Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253969294856151221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402896854187782808.post-2815409589941165476</id><published>2008-02-18T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T06:06:24.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new friend</title><content type='html'>Well, this weekend, I had a new friend, Raelene, come over and just hang out.  I think that it's the first time I've had a friend over in quite some time,  Probably since Amanda came to town. I must admit that we get along great.   She runs the book club in our ward.  She and her husband just had their first baby and he's going to school in Claremont, getting his masters and PHD at the same time in Political Science.  Infact, I was thinking after she left that it would be so much fun to introduce her to the gang.  And then it hit me--so many of you have moved away and she won't have that opportunity.  BOO! You know, it really is a rarity that we were all here together for the period of time we were.  And so, my conclusion. . . The Lord puts us together in seasons of our lives.  We have the chance to form bonds of friendship.  We take it or leave it.  And if we take it, those bonds can benefit us infinately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402896854187782808-2815409589941165476?l=hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/2815409589941165476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402896854187782808&amp;postID=2815409589941165476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/2815409589941165476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/2815409589941165476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-friend.html' title='A new friend'/><author><name>Sara Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253969294856151221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402896854187782808.post-5595210282647853778</id><published>2008-02-13T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T00:10:05.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avacados</title><content type='html'>Dear Avacados,&lt;br /&gt;Stop it!  This is rediculous.  It is midnight and I am minding my own business.  Yet, I keep eating you--mixed with a little salt.  Honestly.  That is enough. This cannont continue.  I'm pretty sure it's not because I'm not having enough fat in my diet. Pretty soon, I'm going to send you to time out.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402896854187782808-5595210282647853778?l=hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/5595210282647853778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402896854187782808&amp;postID=5595210282647853778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/5595210282647853778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/5595210282647853778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/2008/02/avacados.html' title='Avacados'/><author><name>Sara Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253969294856151221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402896854187782808.post-1801528008926478054</id><published>2008-01-27T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:17:19.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to President Hinkley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8PzR433uDT8/R52BeuRWmzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/51tOc-ITuJA/s1600-h/HinkleyCroppedWithGlow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8PzR433uDT8/R52BeuRWmzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/51tOc-ITuJA/s320/HinkleyCroppedWithGlow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160423112853330738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Tears. I miss him already. I was just reading some of his words in the Ensign today about keeping our lives balanced. He said we need to "take some time to do a little meditating, to do a little exercise." I will never forget the impact it had on me when I read his words in the nine ways to be. He mentioned in there that we needed to take time to look at the stars( a hard thing sometimes in California) and ponder our place in the Universe. I'm going to try to incorporate the exercise somehow.&lt;br /&gt;They had a spot on him on the Fox 11 news. The church has definitely come out of obscurity during his time as Prophet and President. He was awarded the highest award from the President Bush. Truly, a friend has departed, a life that touched ours for good. However, most important, he was a prophet of God. I'm glad he'll be with his Marjory.  They were so cute together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402896854187782808-1801528008926478054?l=hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/1801528008926478054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402896854187782808&amp;postID=1801528008926478054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/1801528008926478054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/1801528008926478054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/2008/01/ode-to-president-hinkley.html' title='Ode to President Hinkley'/><author><name>Sara Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253969294856151221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8PzR433uDT8/R52BeuRWmzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/51tOc-ITuJA/s72-c/HinkleyCroppedWithGlow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402896854187782808.post-2823543921158326927</id><published>2008-01-23T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T02:00:57.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommendations:vineagar</title><content type='html'>That's right.  I bet you didn't even know how wonderful veneagar is!  here are a few uses that I have found helpful.  &lt;br /&gt;1.  for that hard to clean bottle--the one with the hard film of breastmilk and hard water.  For those of you with dishwashers, maybe you don't have this issue. Just fill the blottle with a 1:3 ratio of vineagar and water and let it sit for about 10 min.  It doesn't matter if the water is hot or cold.  The wash with hot soapy water.  No more scrubbing for me.  &lt;br /&gt;2.  Cleaning hard water spots off your shower hear.  just soak it in vineagar and water-- we have such hard water that I had to use straight vineagar.&lt;br /&gt;3.   To clean and eliminate old stains from clothes.  A. ring around the collar, or sleve.  b.  paint on your new pink pregnant pants that you just got at Gap maternity and are in love with because they have the most comfortable waistband you have ever felt in your pregnant life. c.  ultra brightening your yellow pit stains from your white shirts or underware.  Use 1:1 ratio of dishwasher soap and vineagar.  Please, use extreme caution when using dishwasher soap.  Use the premixed kind WITHOUT bleach, as that kind of soap can turn your cute pink painted pregnancy pants into pink pregnant pants with a white blotch where there was yellow paint.  apply this mixture to the exact spots you want, or for general brightening, just add to your washer load on the soak cycle.  Drain and then wash normally.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Getting the yucky smell out of carpet or other area.  You can use this after your kid upchucks all over the carper, or pees there.  I use about a 1:3 ratio.  However, we do have a cat that sprays out door, and I make it a little bit stronger for that job.  &lt;br /&gt;5.  Cleaning your windows.  use a 1:2 ratio for this job.  You just spray some on the window of your house or car and wipe with a newspaper--no streaks and very greeny.  Works like a charm every time.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I will admit, I don't know all the uses for vineagar, but I think it is a highly useful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402896854187782808-2823543921158326927?l=hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/2823543921158326927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402896854187782808&amp;postID=2823543921158326927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/2823543921158326927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/2823543921158326927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/2008/01/recommendationsvineagar.html' title='Recommendations:vineagar'/><author><name>Sara Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253969294856151221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402896854187782808.post-6377470817972599208</id><published>2008-01-22T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T14:49:07.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O.K I couldn&apos;t resist.'/><title type='text'>my Celebrity Look alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/J/storage/site1/files/75/64/42/756442_210343671769745afgtu86.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402896854187782808-6377470817972599208?l=hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/6377470817972599208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402896854187782808&amp;postID=6377470817972599208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/6377470817972599208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/6377470817972599208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='my Celebrity Look alikes'/><author><name>Sara Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253969294856151221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402896854187782808.post-5981559526690187396</id><published>2008-01-18T13:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T13:28:55.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;O.K, so if you have ever had a yeast infection, you know that you can get a little itchy.  So I go to the gynecologist and tell her that I think I have a yeast infection.  She "takes a look" and says that she doesn't think so. &lt;br /&gt;  She asks if I'm still nursing and I tell her yes.  Apparently, so she says, when you are breastfeeding, your body acts like you are in menopause.  This is good news usually because you don't have a menstrual cycle.  However, you are apparently very dry and need some estrogen supplement.  However, you don't take it orally, you use it like Monistat (yes, vaginally).  Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;  So she gives me a sample and then a prescription for it.  (PS, she saw on the slide that I infact do have a yeast infection)  So I get another prescription for that.&lt;br /&gt;I get home and start to read the warnings of the cream.  May cause uterine cancer, ovarian cancer, breast cancer, etc blah, blah, blah, -----and dementia!  HHHMMM!  I don't think I’m going to be using this cream, I say to myself.  I am insane enough with two kids and a husband who's busy.  I don't think I need Dementia. &lt;br /&gt; So I call them in to good old CVS last night, thinking maybe I'll just have it on hand.  Today, about 11:30 I get a call from them. &lt;br /&gt;"um, your copay for your estrogen cream is $94.  Would you like us to fill that?"  EXCUSE ME?  She repeated the same thing.  Um, no lady, you can keep your $94 dose of cancer causing dementia!&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/6402896854187782808-5981559526690187396?l=hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/5981559526690187396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402896854187782808&amp;postID=5981559526690187396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/5981559526690187396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/5981559526690187396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/2008/01/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse Me?'/><author><name>Sara Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253969294856151221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402896854187782808.post-5998700332153722560</id><published>2008-01-17T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:25:54.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear 14 minute nap</title><content type='html'>Dear 14 Minute nap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that you can't see I was enjoying your company?  So what that my back yard neighbor thinks he needs to use power tools at 10:30 am.   I can explain.  You see, he somehow works from his home making cabinets just a meter away from my bedroom window.  I try to ignore him, but sometimes it's hard--like today.  The banging bothered you too.  I can see that clearly now.  I felt the same way!&lt;br /&gt;  The dog, you say the yappy mutt from across the fence was even louder after the banging(if that was animally possible).  O.K., have it your way--he was!  Oh, and that other sound that followed that, I can explain that too.  That was my son Landon.  He doesn't appreciate you as much as I do. I'm older and know your true value.&lt;br /&gt;  Please, MY little nappy poo, don't leave me!  &lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Dreamless Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402896854187782808-5998700332153722560?l=hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/5998700332153722560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402896854187782808&amp;postID=5998700332153722560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/5998700332153722560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/5998700332153722560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-14-minute-nap.html' title='Dear 14 minute nap'/><author><name>Sara Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253969294856151221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402896854187782808.post-5128396449490397406</id><published>2008-01-16T19:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:00:45.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's this?</title><content type='html'>I'll tell you what it is. I think that I always am updating about the kids and sometimes I just want to rant. Like when you go to the post office and the guy at the counter hasn't clipped his fingernails in so long that there is an indentation where he holds his pen between his thumb and his forefinger. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to listen, that's o.k. Don't tell me. This blog is dedicated to nonsense. It's my mind. That's what.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who I'm going to tell about this, as I don't need everyone to see what a crazy lady I am. But, I've been thinking about it forever and now it's time to start. I must admit that I want to share some of my recommendations. Don't get me wrong, I'm no Rachel. Soooo, there you have it. There you have it! Things that make you go HHHMMM.&lt;br /&gt;First on the list. Memebers of the church are popping up everywhere. American Idol. Who's watching this, or should I say who's not? PS, did you notice the girl who got the last golden ticket was a memeber? When she said that she's never seen an R rated movie--it was a dead give away. I love how Simon couldn't believe her husband didn't either. We're amazing, us Mormons.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Dance War--the first guy to be chosen on Bruno's team, Zack is totally a member. HHHMMM.&lt;br /&gt;Let's all say it together in a mysterious tone. HHHMMM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402896854187782808-5128396449490397406?l=hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/5128396449490397406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402896854187782808&amp;postID=5128396449490397406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/5128396449490397406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402896854187782808/posts/default/5128396449490397406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhhmmmseriously.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-this.html' title='What&apos;s this?'/><author><name>Sara Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12253969294856151221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
