<?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-1734208152172240976</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:18:07.934-08:00</updated><category term='New'/><category term='Us'/><title type='text'>Sarah and Marco</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah and Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780725929547157038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQPN5jIwpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bt7E1nbaHxs/S220/me+and+marco+cropped.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734208152172240976.post-607600196384525444</id><published>2010-11-06T19:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T19:44:53.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people...</title><content type='html'>I just read on KFDM's Facebook page that someone out there thinks that if  someone is driving "recklessly," and there is an accident, then this  person thinks that person deserves jail time. I find that statement very  hard to understand. After my accident, it took me a while to accept the  fact that my accident was an ACCIDENT. Yes, the light was red (when at  any other intersection it would have been green...anyways), but my mind  was on my father (who was alone in chemotherapy) at the time. I'm so  glad that my insurance adjuster explained this to me so many times as I  was blaming myself for everything. He just kept assuring me that it was  an ACCIDENT and that I didn't do it on purpose. I guess it's hard for me  to keep quiet when someone's comment rubbed me the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't understand how so many people are so unmotivated these days. I asked three different people to help me today at Wal-Mart and NONE of them even cared to help me...and the girl at Radio Shack looked at me like I was a germ when I walked in the store, never asked me if she could help me, and then when I finally found what I needed, she didn't even speak...not even a "thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME PEOPLE...ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734208152172240976-607600196384525444?l=marcoandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/607600196384525444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/607600196384525444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/607600196384525444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-people.html' title='Some people...'/><author><name>Sarah and Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780725929547157038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQPN5jIwpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bt7E1nbaHxs/S220/me+and+marco+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734208152172240976.post-3529331108289620723</id><published>2010-07-05T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T06:43:48.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a While...</title><content type='html'>Well, lots of things have been happening here at the Villasana's house. I had sinus surgery on June 8th. So far, I haven't had a migraine. YAY! Marco's working open to close pretty much every day. I rarely see him. We need to go on a vacation SOON! I've found that I had alot of junk that other people wanted. Garage sales are worth the work! We're still making our house our home. Marco built our little shed in the backyard. It's so nice to get some of the stuff out of the garage! I'm going to have another garage sale next weekend. Hopefully, more people see something they like and buy it! I'm trying to de-clutter our house and my life. My closet is a work-in-progress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm going to try to cook dinner. I just had to get on here to blog a bit. Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sarah 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734208152172240976-3529331108289620723?l=marcoandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3529331108289620723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/3529331108289620723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/3529331108289620723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been a While...'/><author><name>Sarah and Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780725929547157038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQPN5jIwpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bt7E1nbaHxs/S220/me+and+marco+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734208152172240976.post-1262149216482604934</id><published>2010-03-05T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T06:36:00.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was an extremely stressful week. I am so glad it's behind me now. I must learn to just move on and always hope and pray for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always taken every job I've had seriously. I put everything I have into it (while I'm there...and then just worry when I'm not). Teaching, for some reason, really gets to me. I care so much about my students, and it just breaks my heart when they are rude/disrespectful towards me. If they only knew how much time I put into them. Maybe one day one of them will come back and tell me that I made a difference in his/her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was told that I didn't have any life experiences. That comment made me feel empty. Just because I don't have the same experiences as you doesn't mean I don't have any at all...mine are just different. That's all. I guess it just hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so fortunate to have such a loving and understanding husband. He's the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda tired, so that's all I'm going to write for now. I feel that if I write any more, then I'll say too much...things that should be left off of a blog and only talked about to close relatives and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sarah&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/1734208152172240976-1262149216482604934?l=marcoandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1262149216482604934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/1262149216482604934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/1262149216482604934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Sarah and Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780725929547157038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQPN5jIwpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bt7E1nbaHxs/S220/me+and+marco+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734208152172240976.post-8680353941414949763</id><published>2009-12-07T18:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:13:42.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>Well it's been a while, so I thought I'd write a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been trying to be as positive as possible. Life is just too short to worry about things all the time. So, I take several deep breaths and try not to let things get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm enjoying the Carrie Underwood Holiday Special. Man, I wish I was her at times. She's so "perfect." Well...maybe not perfect, but nearly. I guess she should be my motivation for getting back in shape and taking care of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734208152172240976-8680353941414949763?l=marcoandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8680353941414949763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/8680353941414949763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/8680353941414949763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Sarah and Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780725929547157038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQPN5jIwpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bt7E1nbaHxs/S220/me+and+marco+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734208152172240976.post-8724540026846044348</id><published>2009-11-23T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:35:59.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now our garage door needs to be fixed...it's always something. I hope they fix it well and it doesn't cost an arm and a leg. I pray everything goes smoothly. That's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734208152172240976-8724540026846044348?l=marcoandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8724540026846044348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/8724540026846044348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/8724540026846044348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-stuff.html' title='More stuff'/><author><name>Sarah and Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780725929547157038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQPN5jIwpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bt7E1nbaHxs/S220/me+and+marco+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734208152172240976.post-3694559158144317645</id><published>2009-10-21T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:36:26.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do Those "Small Things" Keep Happening?</title><content type='html'>Perhaps I'm not living correctly. I'm not sure. One thing I would like to know is why do things keep coming up...just when I think we're getting "ahead"? Maybe this is just the way life goes. I just try to keep swimming along...like Dori on "Finding Nemo." I like her happy-go-lucky attitude, but she is just a cartoon fish. Still...I wish I could take on her attitude. Tomorrow is also the one month anniversary of my cousin Rachel's husband's death. I just can't believe it's already been a month. My how time really does fly. I still need to know why he passed away. It just doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734208152172240976-3694559158144317645?l=marcoandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3694559158144317645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-do-those-small-things-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/3694559158144317645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/3694559158144317645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-do-those-small-things-keep.html' title='Why Do Those &quot;Small Things&quot; Keep Happening?'/><author><name>Sarah and Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780725929547157038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQPN5jIwpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bt7E1nbaHxs/S220/me+and+marco+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734208152172240976.post-8701383389987864807</id><published>2009-10-20T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:32:14.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawn Mowers</title><content type='html'>I screwed up the blade on the lawn mower again.  I hit a stump and twisted the blade.  This makes blade #3 on lawn mower #2.  I am giving myself the name "the lawn mower killer".  Luckily, it's just the blade and not the shaft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not upset that I twisted the blade but that I was not able to finish cutting the grass.  Now I have a tacky patch in the back yard.  On a positive note...at least it's not the front yard like the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Fish in Foil and it was good.  My loving wife liked it too...though, next time i'll exclude the carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather turned 80 today...I told him he has 20 more in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Marco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734208152172240976-8701383389987864807?l=marcoandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8701383389987864807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/lawn-mowers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/8701383389987864807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/8701383389987864807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/lawn-mowers.html' title='Lawn Mowers'/><author><name>Sarah and Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780725929547157038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQPN5jIwpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bt7E1nbaHxs/S220/me+and+marco+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734208152172240976.post-3592843544567796517</id><published>2009-10-20T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:32:48.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities &amp; Confusion</title><content type='html'>I am trying to set my priorities straight. It's not an easy task. I've decided to separate work and personal life...although work seems to seep over into the personal side much too often. I'd like to expand our family within the next couple years. However, I was so stupid in college and thought I needed everything, that I find myself in such a ridiculous amount of debt that we must wait at least two years, if not longer. I know there will never be a perfect time, but I have always wanted to stay at home with our children until he/she goes to kindergarten. Today's world makes it somewhat difficult to do this, but I'm determined to do it. I'd like to find a second "job" that I can do to make extra money to help pay off my debt. If I could only go back and do things over again, I would have listened to my parents when they told me not to get a credit card. Whatever it was that I wanted, I "bought" on a little plastic card that has now got me in financial handcuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco and I would be doing so well right now if it weren't for my stupid financial decisions when I was in college. I suppose it will be paid off before I'm 32, but I just wish I could go back and do things all over again...I should have listened to my parents, who "didn't know anything" back when they were warning me about credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My number one priority is to make my husband happy. My number two priority is to get out of debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, though, that's another story. They keep adding programs for us to utilize and "technology" for us to incorporate into our classrooms, so I feel like I'm literally drowning. Last year, I felt like I was treading just above the water each day. This year, I feel like a failure. I have four students in my class who can't read. I have to remember so many things each day that I've got reminders all over the place on sticky notes. I'm sure other teachers understand where I'm coming from. I try to stay positive, but when a child comes to me from the second grade who can't read and I'm expected to work miracles in order for them to pass the TAKS test...UGH! It's just too much. Why are children passed on to the next grade when they haven't mastered the curriculum? I'm told parents can fight the school system and say that they want their child to move on. If this is true, then I don't think that child should count on their teacher's TAKS "failure list." It's simply not fair to the child nor the teacher. It absolutely blows my mind. My grade-level chair emailed a list of about 11 things we had to remember to do by Thursday...and these things aren't easily done. I wanted to scream. However, since I was sitting in my classroom, I held back and just shook my head. That's all I could do...that and just do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734208152172240976-3592843544567796517?l=marcoandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3592843544567796517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/priorities-confusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/3592843544567796517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/3592843544567796517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/priorities-confusion.html' title='Priorities &amp; Confusion'/><author><name>Sarah and Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780725929547157038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQPN5jIwpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bt7E1nbaHxs/S220/me+and+marco+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734208152172240976.post-5807549887902465467</id><published>2009-10-20T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:33:07.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Sweat the Small Stuff...It's Only Small Stuff</title><content type='html'>Perhaps if I look at the small things that "go wrong" like it's just not that big of a deal, then I'll be able to destress a bit. I think that makes sense. Don't you? It's just so difficult for me to think of things as being "small" and not worrying about all things in life. Deep breaths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734208152172240976-5807549887902465467?l=marcoandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5807549887902465467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/thinking-positively.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/5807549887902465467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/5807549887902465467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/thinking-positively.html' title='Don&apos;t Sweat the Small Stuff...It&apos;s Only Small Stuff'/><author><name>Sarah and Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780725929547157038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQPN5jIwpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bt7E1nbaHxs/S220/me+and+marco+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734208152172240976.post-7715536267058862840</id><published>2009-10-19T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:34:06.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/StzodYStSVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fsetiurauC4/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-10-02+at+22.29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/StzodYStSVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fsetiurauC4/s320/Photo+on+2009-10-02+at+22.29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394442045117778258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very thankful right now for everything that God has blessed Marco and I with so far in our marriage. We are so fortunate to have such great jobs, good health, wonderful families, and the list goes on. I find myself complaining so many times about various little things that happen here and there. Then I stop, take a step back, and look at the big picture. We are so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would love to be a successful photographer. I'd love to learn how to take unique photos and do something that I love to do. Art is my thing. I don't foresee myself ever being able to teach art, since the demand just isn't there and I'm not sure that I want to deal with the attitudes of the students. That's another story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco rarely ever complains--I think he really gets tired of hearing it from me, but I have to "vent." We are like night and day. I guess that's why we click. Like they say...opposites attract. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734208152172240976-7715536267058862840?l=marcoandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7715536267058862840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/7715536267058862840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/7715536267058862840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Sarah and Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780725929547157038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQPN5jIwpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bt7E1nbaHxs/S220/me+and+marco+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/StzodYStSVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fsetiurauC4/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-10-02+at+22.29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734208152172240976.post-8522169301903750471</id><published>2009-09-23T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:52:06.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gutters</title><content type='html'>I did not finish putting up the gutters today...i'm disappointed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- marco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I was excited to see that you were able to get that much done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;*Sarah*&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/1734208152172240976-8522169301903750471?l=marcoandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8522169301903750471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/gutters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/8522169301903750471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/8522169301903750471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/gutters.html' title='Gutters'/><author><name>Sarah and Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780725929547157038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQPN5jIwpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bt7E1nbaHxs/S220/me+and+marco+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734208152172240976.post-7370926260610190570</id><published>2009-09-23T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:34:28.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Just Wonder "Why"?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Yesterday I found out that a loved one passed away. His name is Jonathan Smith and he's been married to my cousin, Rachel, for almost 13 years. I can still remember their wedding day (December 14, 2006) as I cried my eyes out because the girl who had been like my sister for all those years was getting married. Little-did-I-know, she was marrying a wonderful person...her soul mate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial,serif;" &gt;Yesterday was also my cousin, Michell's, birthday. She said her birthday will forever be changed. Michell is Rachel's older sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial,serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;As the years have gone by, I have really grown to enjoy being around Jonathan (at first I must admit I was still upset that he "took" my "sister" away...I kinda have to laugh about that one). He was such a loving husband and caring father to their children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I do suppose God does everything for a reason and he needed him sooner than we wanted to let him go. Please keep his family in your prayers. I must go to work now and try to make it through the day without breaking down...that's not what my little students need to see, although I know they will understand that I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734208152172240976-7370926260610190570?l=marcoandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7370926260610190570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-i-found-out-that-loved-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/7370926260610190570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/7370926260610190570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-i-found-out-that-loved-one.html' title='Sometimes I Just Wonder &quot;Why&quot;?...'/><author><name>Sarah and Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780725929547157038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQPN5jIwpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bt7E1nbaHxs/S220/me+and+marco+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734208152172240976.post-9115449703170782635</id><published>2009-09-19T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:54:42.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SrXKhkJAIZI/AAAAAAAAABw/YuygAxy678k/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SrXKhkJAIZI/AAAAAAAAABw/YuygAxy678k/s320/DSC03097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383431607577223570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SrXKhDm5P4I/AAAAAAAAABo/zoMmHqDwtz0/s1600-h/DSC02788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SrXKhDm5P4I/AAAAAAAAABo/zoMmHqDwtz0/s320/DSC02788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383431598844231554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SrXKgpRNRlI/AAAAAAAAABg/7EgyTEREFpk/s1600-h/DSC02789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SrXKgpRNRlI/AAAAAAAAABg/7EgyTEREFpk/s320/DSC02789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383431591773947474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well...to be honest, I forgot about this blogspot I'd created quite a while back. Perhaps it could have been due to totaling my car nearly two months ago and starting school (well teaching...not actually school for me) a month ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#6633FF;"&gt;I've posted some pics from our Road Trip to Colorado. We loved driving our Toyota Camry Hybrid. I took some really good pictures on my iPhone, but need to sync them to post them. There will be more to come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Many things have been happening in our lives. I'm trying not to get too stressed with everything going on. My dad was diagnosed with cancer for the third time about six months ago. It's very difficult to watch him go through so much pain and there's nothing I can do to help except visit and try to keep his mind off of the fact that it's inoperable and that he'll be on chemo for the rest of his life. I'm not sure how he keeps his spirits up, but he tries to do as much as he can when his body will allow it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My mom's working hard to make ends meet. She's such an awesome lady! I hope that one day I can model myself after her. Please keep them in your prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Marco and I were married on August 16, 2008. Everything's been great so far! We closed on our house on August 29, 2009 and then Ike came along and damaged it. It took quite a while to get it fixed, but now we're able to move on with the rest of the "renovations." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family:arial, serif;font-size:small;"&gt;I didn't expect to total my car in July, but accidents happen. I'm trying not to think about it, although that moment flashes through my head every couple hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family:arial, serif;font-size:small;"&gt;I truly believe I am called to be a teacher. However, I am having a hard time understanding why/how students make it to the third grade and not even be on a kindergarten reading level. It makes it extremely difficult for me to prepare my students who can read on grade-level for the fourth grade, while at the same time, teach phonics to the others. Sometimes I really want to scream! All I can do is do my very best and fill out the necessary paper-work to try to get these students help asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family:arial, serif;font-size:small;"&gt;I've also been trying to stay away from negative people. Somehow, that rubs off on me. I love to be happy and being around mean, hateful people just kills me. Enough about that. With weddings, wedding showers, bachelorette parties, etc coming up, hopefully those things will help keep my mind off the things that bother me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family:arial, serif;font-size:small;"&gt;Oh also, if you are interested in AT&amp;amp;T Mobility (cell phone service, DSL, home phone, DirecTV, Navigation for your phone, text messaging packages, etc) please let me know. Marco's the store manager at the AT&amp;amp;T store in the Conn's shopping center on Dowlen Rd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family:arial, serif;font-size:small;"&gt;I think that's all for now. I hope everyone has a great weekend! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family:arial, serif;font-size:small;"&gt;Sarah  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734208152172240976-9115449703170782635?l=marcoandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/9115449703170782635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts-on-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/9115449703170782635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/9115449703170782635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts-on-life.html' title='Thoughts on Life'/><author><name>Sarah and Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780725929547157038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQPN5jIwpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bt7E1nbaHxs/S220/me+and+marco+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SrXKhkJAIZI/AAAAAAAAABw/YuygAxy678k/s72-c/DSC03097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734208152172240976.post-8416988288491007405</id><published>2009-07-07T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:40:25.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kacie's Bachelorette Party in NOLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/Stzq0sbF-mI/AAAAAAAAACA/9OqwJpdMKnk/s1600-h/Cropped+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/Stzq0sbF-mI/AAAAAAAAACA/9OqwJpdMKnk/s320/Cropped+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394444644681906786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQSAvBULlI/AAAAAAAAABY/8qej4-AdRG8/s1600-h/DSC02542.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQR_3vGaqI/AAAAAAAAABI/7OgCBFUFLz4/s1600-h/cropped+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355925645841296034" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 203px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQR_3vGaqI/AAAAAAAAABI/7OgCBFUFLz4/s320/cropped+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQR_mqX17I/AAAAAAAAABA/I59tkHYoZZc/s1600-h/5493_1098640144951_1195070964_30231813_6413928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQR_Ow8pWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2dGZx6XSGBI/s1600-h/5493_1098640144951_1195070964_30231813_6413928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355925634843190626" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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I'm going to try to keep up with it as much as I can, or as much as I remember to. It's been a long day, so I'm going to bed. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734208152172240976-1263034167904231355?l=marcoandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1263034167904231355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/1263034167904231355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/1263034167904231355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Sarah and Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780725929547157038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQPN5jIwpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bt7E1nbaHxs/S220/me+and+marco+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734208152172240976.post-3404835322041135649</id><published>2009-07-07T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:04:03.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Us'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQMUJR2LdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v1rpHdz4C0I/s1600-h/DSC01479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355919397078052306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQMUJR2LdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v1rpHdz4C0I/s320/DSC01479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734208152172240976-3404835322041135649?l=marcoandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3404835322041135649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/3404835322041135649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734208152172240976/posts/default/3404835322041135649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah and Marco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780725929547157038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQPN5jIwpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Bt7E1nbaHxs/S220/me+and+marco+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBSZhQfgzMs/SlQMUJR2LdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v1rpHdz4C0I/s72-c/DSC01479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
