<?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-28674669</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:07:33.082-05:00</updated><category term='dinosaurs'/><category term='pie'/><category term='GoJo&apos;s'/><category term='MSN'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='global warming'/><category term='funny'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='death'/><category term='gym'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='music'/><category term='Oscars'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='goat'/><category term='Planet Sub'/><category term='23'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='life'/><category term='home'/><category term='wikipedia'/><category term='summer'/><category term='hawaii'/><category term='smile'/><category term='celebrity gossip'/><category term='30 Rock'/><category term='Lent'/><category term='polar bears'/><category term='landlord'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='dessert'/><category term='CNN'/><category term='family'/><category term='Marketing'/><category term='idiots'/><category term='tv'/><category term='tea'/><category term='maps'/><category term='tree'/><category term='love'/><category term='lolcats'/><category term='Yahoo'/><category term='work'/><category term='missouri'/><category term='google'/><category term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Life in the fast lane....and the turn signal on....</title><subtitle type='html'>No expectations.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-774459867582559758</id><published>2008-11-13T16:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:32:40.393-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>commiserating</title><content type='html'>One of my coworkers is having a BAD DAY.  I approached her by asking if I could help in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have chocolate," I offered.&lt;br /&gt;"I need beer," she countered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-774459867582559758?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/774459867582559758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/774459867582559758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2008/11/commiserating.html' title='commiserating'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-6381127485846373199</id><published>2008-05-06T00:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:16:33.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>The perfect business</title><content type='html'>Some jobs are really seasonal. Take my tax guy, for instance. He must be kinda bored right now, post-April 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and all. That got me thinking of other seasonal jobs...and I came up with the perfect business. It's a tax preparation-fireworks-costume-Christmas store shop stand office! You would be rolling in the dough ALL YEAR LONG baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-6381127485846373199?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/6381127485846373199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/6381127485846373199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfect-business.html' title='The perfect business'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-2742778246465109205</id><published>2008-05-04T20:48:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:27:48.792-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Aloha means hello and goodbye</title><content type='html'>I know this is going to come as a shock, but our 7-day trip in Hawaii was fabulous! Let me give you just a few of the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;new friends - Bethany &amp;amp; Jerry from San Diego&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;helicopter tour of the island&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;volcanoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;whale sighting!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rain forests&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;best margarita ever - passion fruit!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boogie boarding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;snorkeling - it was like Finding Nemo!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;white sand beaches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;black sand beaches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lava!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waterfalls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;traditional Polynesian Luau&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;booze cruise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mai tais&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gorgeous winding roads&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are lots of great stories and pictures, but those will have to wait for now.  In the meantime, this is a picture of me with the world's best margarita.  I love passion fruit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/SB5o9t5iyeI/AAAAAAAAADg/MGykQ9G-IPI/s1600-h/passionfruitmargarita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196706429534390754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/SB5o9t5iyeI/AAAAAAAAADg/MGykQ9G-IPI/s320/passionfruitmargarita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-2742778246465109205?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/2742778246465109205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/2742778246465109205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2008/05/aloha-means-hello-and-goodbye.html' title='Aloha means hello and goodbye'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/SB5o9t5iyeI/AAAAAAAAADg/MGykQ9G-IPI/s72-c/passionfruitmargarita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-6011209868734329385</id><published>2008-04-24T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:29:24.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>btw</title><content type='html'>We will be in Hawaii in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO DAYS, PEOPLE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-6011209868734329385?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/6011209868734329385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/6011209868734329385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2008/04/btw.html' title='btw'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-1140396389392480285</id><published>2008-04-24T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:28:41.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This. Changes. EVERYTHING.</title><content type='html'>For the last 16 years, I thought I was 5 foot 3 inches. I identified with this factoid. It was a part of me, like my hair color or my middle name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned today that I am actually 5'4'' (and a smidge). I used to think of myself as a little lady. 5'4'' is actually ABOVE average (average height for an adult female in the United States is 5 feet 3.8 inches). Does this mean I am TALL and never knew it? What if I actually CAN reach the top shelf? What if I don't actually NEED to sit 2 inches from the steering wheel? I don't even know myself anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-1140396389392480285?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/1140396389392480285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/1140396389392480285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-changes-everything.html' title='This. Changes. EVERYTHING.'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-3029359811266672128</id><published>2007-12-26T21:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:33:31.164-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Aloha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148489592521592978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/R3McAawLkJI/AAAAAAAAADM/zr2GqITlIW4/s400/hawaii_vacation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben and I booked our trip to Hawaii!! We leave on April 26th and return on May 4th.  I cannot explain how excited I am!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you are looking for me sometime in the next 3 months, I can be found at the gym.  Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-3029359811266672128?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/3029359811266672128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/3029359811266672128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/12/aloha.html' title='Aloha!'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/R3McAawLkJI/AAAAAAAAADM/zr2GqITlIW4/s72-c/hawaii_vacation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-3280789775369996270</id><published>2007-12-21T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:09:42.006-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and happy trails!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/R2vxwKwLkII/AAAAAAAAADE/WmoYtPfbMuw/s1600-h/SnowingChristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/R2vxwKwLkII/AAAAAAAAADE/WmoYtPfbMuw/s400/SnowingChristmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146472809023377538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, myself, my mom, dad and sister are heading up to South Dakota tomorrow (wish us luck on spending 6 hours in a car together!) for our Christmas celebration.  We will be with my mom's family, eating, drinking and being merry.  We will play bingo, in the Hanson tradition, and laugh until our stomachs give out.  I'm really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will return on Christmas Day, as Ben and I both gotta make our endz, meaning we go back to work on the 26th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone a fun, safe and relaxing Christmas!!  Happy birthday Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-3280789775369996270?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/3280789775369996270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/3280789775369996270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-trails.html' title='Merry Christmas and happy trails!'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/R2vxwKwLkII/AAAAAAAAADE/WmoYtPfbMuw/s72-c/SnowingChristmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-3444189309762915535</id><published>2007-12-20T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:01:32.533-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>work safety vol. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, just yesterday I posted about the carbon monoxide alarm going off....well, today my office was evacuated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;When I got into work today, I noticed a smell and the alarm was still going off.  I was feeling lightheaded, but wasn't sure if it was just my aversion to mornings, acute carbon monoxide poisoning or me overreacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a meeting at 9:30 with a vendor, which I took off-site as not to poison someone that works for us.  As we sit down with our coffee, I see a firetruck screaming down the road.  I joke, "wouldn't it be funny if it was headed to my office?"  Well it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My building was swarming with 2 firetrucks and half of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Olathe&lt;/span&gt; Police Department.  Turns out, we have been exposed to slightly elevated carbon monoxide fumes for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;!  Half day off!  Question: should I really be this excited about my health being in danger?  Who cares?!  I can have a beer with lunch on a Thursday!  Totally worth it!  Plus, if I have done anything stupid in the past few weeks (only a small likelihood, really), I can blame it on the CO.  That's a win-win-win!!  Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-3444189309762915535?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/3444189309762915535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/3444189309762915535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/12/work-safety-vol-2.html' title='work safety vol. 2'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-5152203904097831008</id><published>2007-12-19T09:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:22:55.513-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>little sweeties</title><content type='html'>I was on the Kansas City Plaza last night, ringing a bell for the Salvation Army, and this little sweetie walks by, hand in hand with her mom. She is staring up, mesmerized by the thousands of Christmas lights lining the buildings. She turns to me and says, "thanks for the &lt;a href="http://www.bighugelabs.com/flickr/onblack.php?id=136967572&amp;amp;size=large" target="blank"&gt;lights&lt;/a&gt;!" I told her, "you're welcome!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, another cute little one was lifted up to the bucket by her dad to drop in her change. Her daddy said, "can you tell her what this is for?" To this the little sweetie opened her big blue eyes even wider and told me, "for people who don't have food."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-5152203904097831008?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/5152203904097831008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/5152203904097831008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-sweeties.html' title='little sweeties'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-7111026995093758411</id><published>2007-12-19T09:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T09:28:24.428-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>work safety</title><content type='html'>I was greeted at work this morning by the beep beep beep of a carbon monoxide detector. Shouldn't my company provide me with a safe workplace? Why am I the only one who is concerned about this? Maybe everyone else is too woozy from the poisoned air to be able to worry about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(slowly going crazy to the tune of beep beep beep)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-7111026995093758411?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/7111026995093758411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/7111026995093758411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/12/work-safety.html' title='work safety'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-7275794231752866218</id><published>2007-12-10T20:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:54:09.882-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lolcats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity gossip'/><title type='text'>new favorite past time</title><content type='html'>Okay, you may know my affinity for celebrity gossip. Don't get me wrong - I know it's brain rot. I am fully aware of that. But I pass it off as entertainment. Plus it really makes me feel normal. (Britney anyone?) But I found myself wasting too much time with it. So, I grounded myself. I am not allowed to look at celebrity gossip until after the New Year. Obviously, I need a new vice. So, now I am addicted to lolcats. I have been loving lolcats for a while now, but I have really stepped up my consumption. Not only do I visit &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://icanhascheezburger.com/&lt;/a&gt; daily, I &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/the-cheezburger-factory/" target="_blank"&gt;vote&lt;/a&gt; on the new submissions. This means unlimited entertainment for Sal. Check it out: I even made some of my own for Milo and Alex! Click &lt;a href="http://mine.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/steviewonderca128406078084502711.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mine.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/cultureihasi128406074148721461.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mine.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/URlaffingwit128406075212158961.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a 12 step program for this? Any help is appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-7275794231752866218?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/7275794231752866218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/7275794231752866218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-favorite-past-time.html' title='new favorite past time'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-6978993262350707625</id><published>2007-12-10T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:29:49.053-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Back in business?</title><content type='html'>Hello out there in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cyberland&lt;/span&gt;! I realize it has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;approximately&lt;/span&gt; one million years since I last posted. How very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-web 2.0 of me.  And I can't promise that I will get back to regular posting, but I will try. I've had a very hard past 6 months and a few things that I enjoy had to be pushed to the side. Things are getting better, but I am still overwhelmed by life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope I still have a few readers out there. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-6978993262350707625?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/6978993262350707625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/6978993262350707625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-in-business.html' title='Back in business?'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-6490175039280315745</id><published>2007-10-07T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T13:08:46.475-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Rwmz7Wl-Q2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/TcryEJsWv-Q/s1600-h/anniversary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118820283741782882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Rwmz7Wl-Q2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/TcryEJsWv-Q/s400/anniversary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Ben and I celebrated our 1 year anniversary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-6490175039280315745?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/6490175039280315745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/6490175039280315745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Rwmz7Wl-Q2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/TcryEJsWv-Q/s72-c/anniversary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-1634517826589813189</id><published>2007-09-05T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:50:15.420-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Labor Day 2007</title><content type='html'>Ben, Milo and I went camping at Cross Timbers State Park (in Toronto, Kansas) over the Labor Day weekend. We had a really great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.fliptrack.com/v/cUM4OojHHZ" width="402" height="303" allowScriptAccess="never" quality="high" scale="noScale" wmode="window" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:360px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fliptrack.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fliptrack.com/i/embedHome.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fliptrack.com/make-slideshow/?m=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fliptrack.com/i/embedMakeOwn.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fliptrack.com/bands" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fliptrack.com/i/embedLearnMore.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/28674669-1634517826589813189?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/1634517826589813189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/1634517826589813189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/09/labor-day-2007.html' title='Labor Day 2007'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-2100442444326864310</id><published>2007-09-05T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:03:12.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missouri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Rednecks in Missouri?  No way!</title><content type='html'>I probably shouldn't advertise this, since I live in the fine state of Missouri, but...there are a few rednecks in Missouri.  Case in point: can you see the sticker on the window of the truck below?  It's Calvin pissing on something (how clever AND original!!).  In this case, it is Calvin pissing on PETA (People for the Ethic Treatment of Animals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Rt9ebynEW0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/mvdIEKvMfLA/s1600-h/IMG_0348b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106904333996546882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Rt9ebynEW0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/mvdIEKvMfLA/s400/IMG_0348b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, I took this picture while driving to work.  Because that's safe.  And you never know when you will see something ridiculous on your commute.  Especially in Missouri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-2100442444326864310?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/2100442444326864310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/2100442444326864310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/09/rednecks-in-missouri-no-way.html' title='Rednecks in Missouri?  No way!'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Rt9ebynEW0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/mvdIEKvMfLA/s72-c/IMG_0348b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-7202667539787675758</id><published>2007-09-05T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:32:42.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I love this song right now</title><content type='html'>I'm not a big Matchbox 20 fan, but I love this song from Rob Thomas, called "Little Wonders."  The lyrics are below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little Wonders"&lt;br /&gt;by Rob Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it go,&lt;br /&gt;Let it roll right off your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is over&lt;br /&gt;Let it in,&lt;br /&gt;Let your clarity define you&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;We will only just remember how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are made&lt;br /&gt;In these small hours&lt;br /&gt;These little wonders,&lt;br /&gt;These twists &amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;Time falls away,&lt;br /&gt;But these small hours,&lt;br /&gt;These small hours still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it slide,&lt;br /&gt;Let your troubles fall behind you&lt;br /&gt;Let it shine&lt;br /&gt;Until you feel it all around you&lt;br /&gt;And i don't mind&lt;br /&gt;If it's me you need to turn to&lt;br /&gt;We'll get by,&lt;br /&gt;It's the heart that really matters in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are made&lt;br /&gt;In these small hours&lt;br /&gt;These little wonders,&lt;br /&gt;These twists &amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;Time falls away,&lt;br /&gt;But these small hours,&lt;br /&gt;These small hours still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my regret&lt;br /&gt;Will wash away some how&lt;br /&gt;But i can not forget&lt;br /&gt;The way i feel right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these small hours&lt;br /&gt;These little wonders&lt;br /&gt;These twists &amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;These twists &amp;amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;Time falls away but these small hours&lt;br /&gt;These small hours, still remain,&lt;br /&gt;Still remain&lt;br /&gt;These little wonders&lt;br /&gt;These twists &amp;amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;Time falls away&lt;br /&gt;But these small hours&lt;br /&gt;These little wonders still remain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-7202667539787675758?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/7202667539787675758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/7202667539787675758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-this-song-right-now.html' title='I love this song right now'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-6463843853368321828</id><published>2007-08-27T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T09:17:10.942-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>August 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RtLcPinEWzI/AAAAAAAAACs/1ZG11LG8ErY/s1600-h/2yrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103383487311010610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RtLcPinEWzI/AAAAAAAAACs/1ZG11LG8ErY/s320/2yrs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two years ago, these two crazy kids got engaged on Lake Poinsett in South Dakota. Let me tell ya...that was a pretty good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-6463843853368321828?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/6463843853368321828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/6463843853368321828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/08/august-27.html' title='August 27'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RtLcPinEWzI/AAAAAAAAACs/1ZG11LG8ErY/s72-c/2yrs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-4748437950365142887</id><published>2007-08-24T13:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T09:19:57.033-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Good/Bad news</title><content type='html'>Good news: NBC is bringing back the American Gladiators!&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: They will probably completely change it, making a mockery of the awesome previous version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TLfACqLDeTM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a clip of the ORIGINAL AG. How can anyone improve upon this?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-4748437950365142887?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/4748437950365142887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/4748437950365142887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/08/goodbad-news.html' title='Good/Bad news'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-658445522635869399</id><published>2007-08-23T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T16:00:36.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>what did you get me??</title><content type='html'>Happy 1/2 birthday to me! You have had 6 months to shop, so I bet the present you got me is pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Rs2vOynEWyI/AAAAAAAAACk/HJ4ZLFvV3A0/s1600-h/efs_birthday_cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101926621519305506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Rs2vOynEWyI/AAAAAAAAACk/HJ4ZLFvV3A0/s320/efs_birthday_cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-658445522635869399?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/658445522635869399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/658445522635869399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-did-you-get-me.html' title='what did you get me??'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Rs2vOynEWyI/AAAAAAAAACk/HJ4ZLFvV3A0/s72-c/efs_birthday_cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-5634914646210254733</id><published>2007-08-22T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:47:18.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>In Memory of</title><content type='html'>my dad, Chuck Peterson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=" src="http://www.fliptrack.com/v/CB6WcrIp4b" width="402" height="302" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" quality="high" scale="noScale" wmode="window"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fliptrack.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fliptrack.com/i/embedHome.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fliptrack.com/make-slideshow/?m=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fliptrack.com/i/embedMakeOwn.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fliptrack.com/bands" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fliptrack.com/i/embedLearnMore.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/28674669-5634914646210254733?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/5634914646210254733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/5634914646210254733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-memory-of.html' title='In Memory of'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-9172143256892099464</id><published>2007-08-20T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:45:02.952-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Our house is a very very very fine house</title><content type='html'>Happy house anniversary to Ben and I! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been in our house for 2 years today.  I am planning on getting fancy and adding a before and after slideshow of the work we have done to the place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-9172143256892099464?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/9172143256892099464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/9172143256892099464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-house-is-very-very-very-fine-house.html' title='Our house is a very very very fine house'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-9186058476681096962</id><published>2007-07-11T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:50:41.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now THAT'S something to celebrate.</title><content type='html'>I am 10,000 days old today.  Yeehaw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-9186058476681096962?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/9186058476681096962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/9186058476681096962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/07/now-thats-something-to-celebrate.html' title='Now THAT&apos;S something to celebrate.'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-9108738260325565745</id><published>2007-06-26T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T15:25:30.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to me!</title><content type='html'>Today is my 3-year anniversary with my trusty, dusty Saturn. Thanks for all the good memories, little blue! Let's celebrate by driving up to South Dakota over the 4th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-9108738260325565745?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/9108738260325565745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/9108738260325565745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-anniversary-to-me.html' title='Happy Anniversary to me!'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-9117348263586077322</id><published>2007-06-21T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T10:05:42.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Happy Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RnqTgk0YdCI/AAAAAAAAACc/-q-eKNyySz8/s1600-h/Sunflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078533717662135330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RnqTgk0YdCI/AAAAAAAAACc/-q-eKNyySz8/s400/Sunflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of summer! I hope you have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-9117348263586077322?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/9117348263586077322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/9117348263586077322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-summer.html' title='Happy Summer'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RnqTgk0YdCI/AAAAAAAAACc/-q-eKNyySz8/s72-c/Sunflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-2406213122325662125</id><published>2007-06-20T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T11:45:42.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>everyone was kung foo fighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RnlZg00YdBI/AAAAAAAAACU/3mtnJ9j0SwE/s1600-h/cat_karate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078188475305980946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RnlZg00YdBI/AAAAAAAAACU/3mtnJ9j0SwE/s320/cat_karate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Just thought I would share a funny with you. &lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-2406213122325662125?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/2406213122325662125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/2406213122325662125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/06/everyone-was-kung-foo-fighting.html' title='everyone was kung foo fighting'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RnlZg00YdBI/AAAAAAAAACU/3mtnJ9j0SwE/s72-c/cat_karate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-2358964128173607427</id><published>2007-06-14T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:44:14.174-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><title type='text'>just another day at the office</title><content type='html'>I climbed a tree during my lunch break today. There is a great park by my office, so my sandwich and I made a roadtrip to enjoy the beautiful day. I walked around the park and sat by the lake, taking in the spray from the fountains and the sunny sky. On my way back to the car, I noticed this tree that was just begging to be climbed. I gotta tell you, if you are ever in the market for a good pair of tree-climbing shoes, do not get the little red ballet slippers with the ribbon bow detail, no matter how cute they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-2358964128173607427?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/2358964128173607427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/2358964128173607427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-another-day-at-office.html' title='just another day at the office'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-4506972208110732654</id><published>2007-06-12T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:14:56.140-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Hiring for the position of Fashion Consultant</title><content type='html'>While dressing for work today, I asked Ben's opinion on my new top.  He looked me over, gave me a sourpuss face and said, "Well, it's not very &lt;em&gt;fancy&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that even mean?  Does Ben think I work at the Opera??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-4506972208110732654?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/4506972208110732654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/4506972208110732654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/06/hiring-for-position-of-fashion.html' title='Hiring for the position of Fashion Consultant'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-344778152119827023</id><published>2007-05-31T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T16:50:56.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><title type='text'>Tea party</title><content type='html'>I found a coworker that shares my love for a steaming cup of tea. We have begun swapping our favorite flavors. I think this is the old people version of baseball cards. In a couple years, we will work up to elixirs. Then ointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Rl9C3OAeXCI/AAAAAAAAACM/QmmVPpqZ4jE/s1600-h/tea_with_mint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070845221862792226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Rl9C3OAeXCI/AAAAAAAAACM/QmmVPpqZ4jE/s320/tea_with_mint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-344778152119827023?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/344778152119827023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/344778152119827023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/05/tea-party.html' title='Tea party'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Rl9C3OAeXCI/AAAAAAAAACM/QmmVPpqZ4jE/s72-c/tea_with_mint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-3206203067100504092</id><published>2007-05-29T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T16:51:34.772-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots'/><title type='text'>really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RlzxMeAeW-I/AAAAAAAAABs/llj45PimiGc/s1600-h/31307+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070192477028113378" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RlzxMeAeW-I/AAAAAAAAABs/llj45PimiGc/s320/31307+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RlzxleAeW_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/A6nnSyTYGIg/s1600-h/31307+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070192906524842994" alt="PetSmart Parking" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RlzxleAeW_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/A6nnSyTYGIg/s320/31307+196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I visited our local PetSmart today. The second picture shows where everyone else can park.&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/28674669-3206203067100504092?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/3206203067100504092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/3206203067100504092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/05/really.html' title='really?'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RlzxMeAeW-I/AAAAAAAAABs/llj45PimiGc/s72-c/31307+195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-7723838667205849730</id><published>2007-05-23T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:17:13.676-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Don't you just hate it when that happens?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2QawYoignHI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2QawYoignHI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-7723838667205849730?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/7723838667205849730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/7723838667205849730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-you-just-hate-it-when-that-happens.html' title='Don&apos;t you just hate it when that happens?'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-8803003343560721779</id><published>2007-05-08T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:13:30.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><title type='text'>Yikes</title><content type='html'>I ran some errands after the gym today without much thought.  Upon looking in the mirror once I returned home, I realized I had a disheveled look that was more "how did she escape the institute?" than "she doesn't even NEED makeup."  Sorry about that, John Q. Public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-8803003343560721779?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/8803003343560721779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/8803003343560721779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/05/yikes.html' title='Yikes'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-6869450613785555514</id><published>2007-04-30T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:46:17.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missouri'/><title type='text'>If you're so smart, why do you live in Miz-er-ah?</title><content type='html'>Apparently, the smartest man in the US lives in Missouri. Isn't that ironic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read about him &lt;a href="http://www.thekansascitychannel.com/news/13223999/detail.html?rss=kc1&amp;psp=news" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  His life's work is to prove that God exists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-6869450613785555514?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/6869450613785555514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/6869450613785555514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-youre-so-smart-why-do-you-live-in.html' title='If you&apos;re so smart, why do you live in Miz-er-ah?'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-4648865524718488301</id><published>2007-04-22T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:12:49.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>cool video</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1NrE43Y1iME" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-4648865524718488301?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/4648865524718488301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/4648865524718488301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/04/cool-video.html' title='cool video'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-2365736786664153301</id><published>2007-04-22T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:48:11.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>they each have a story to tell</title><content type='html'>To see pictures of and learn more about each of the 32 individuals killed at Virginia Tech last week, click &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/gallery/0,,20035329_20035543,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-2365736786664153301?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/2365736786664153301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/2365736786664153301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/04/they-each-have-story-to-tell.html' title='they each have a story to tell'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-8848034136555533534</id><published>2007-04-22T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:48:42.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landlord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>The Landlord</title><content type='html'>Click &lt;a href="http://sjl.funnyordie.com/v1/view_video.php?viewkey=3efbc24c7d2583be6925" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to watch a really funny video with Will Farrell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-8848034136555533534?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/8848034136555533534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/8848034136555533534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/04/landlord.html' title='The Landlord'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-6305385008762446559</id><published>2007-04-20T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T11:41:30.744-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert'/><title type='text'>Sweet as pie</title><content type='html'>Continuing my pie theme, I took a silly quiz called "What kind of pie are you?" Turns out, I am a lemon meringue pie. Go figure. I thought I am an apple pie with a crumble topping. Mmmmmm.  I sound delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Lemon Meringue Pie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/lemon-meringue-pie.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect combo of sassy and sweet&lt;br /&gt;Those who like you have well refined tastes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Pie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-6305385008762446559?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/6305385008762446559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/6305385008762446559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/04/sweet-as-pie.html' title='Sweet as pie'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-2684041453223209746</id><published>2007-04-20T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T11:19:26.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Google maps is the best (double true)</title><content type='html'>1. go to &lt;a href="http://www.maps.google.com" target="_blank"&gt;www.maps.google.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. click "get directions"&lt;br /&gt;3. type "New York, NY" in the first box (the start address)&lt;br /&gt;4. type "London, England" in the second box (the end address)&lt;br /&gt;5. read step #24&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-2684041453223209746?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/2684041453223209746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/2684041453223209746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/04/google-maps-is-best-double-true.html' title='Google maps is the best (double true)'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-5972511514151367106</id><published>2007-04-19T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T09:14:05.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert'/><title type='text'>the old "good pie, bad pie" routine</title><content type='html'>Last night, I made my first key lime pie. The first attempt was quickly followed by my second attempt. See results below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RihFLP5m0NI/AAAAAAAAABU/4SWo-ukYKEI/s1600-h/badpie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055366641272410322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="296" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RihFLP5m0NI/AAAAAAAAABU/4SWo-ukYKEI/s320/badpie.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my first try. It looks like St. Patty's Day threw up in a pie tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RihC-f5m0MI/AAAAAAAAABM/Lo0GlFLfRec/s1600-h/goodpie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RihFbP5m0OI/AAAAAAAAABc/VlZ1ppDRk1o/s1600-h/goodpie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055366916150317282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RihFbP5m0OI/AAAAAAAAABc/VlZ1ppDRk1o/s320/goodpie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my second try and what key lime pie is supposed to look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being a family that wastes desserts, we tried the first pie and it was actually good. Ben is eating his second piece right now. I didn't get a taste of the second pie because it went to my girlfriend Caroline as a birthday gift. Wouldn't it be too ironic if the "normal" pie was terrible??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-5972511514151367106?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/5972511514151367106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/5972511514151367106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/04/old-good-pie-bad-pie-routine.html' title='the old &quot;good pie, bad pie&quot; routine'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RihFLP5m0NI/AAAAAAAAABU/4SWo-ukYKEI/s72-c/badpie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-2167470113134387233</id><published>2007-04-18T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:37:08.043-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global warming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polar bears'/><title type='text'>Polar Bears are too cute for Global Warming</title><content type='html'>Did you know chargers for cell phone, Blackberrys and handheld games can consume 10 percent of the electricity in your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar bears are already suffering the grim effects of global warming: birth rates are falling, fewer cubs are surviving and more bears are drowning. With more than 25 percent of the world's polar bear populations already in decline, further warming could drive this beloved animal to extinction by the end of this century!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order free "Unplug for Polar Bears" and "Turn Off Global Warming" stickers for chargers and light switches by emailing: &lt;a href="mailto:polarbearsosinfo@nrdc.org"&gt;polarbearsosinfo@nrdc.org&lt;/a&gt;. Be sure to give your mailing address and how many sets of stickers you need (each set contains six stickers, 3 each of "Unplug for Polar Bears" and "Turn Off Global Warming"). Supplies are limited so keep your order to two sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn more at &lt;a href="http://www.polarbearsos.org/" target=_blank&gt;NRDC &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-2167470113134387233?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/2167470113134387233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/2167470113134387233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/04/polar-bears-are-too-cute-for-global.html' title='Polar Bears are too cute for Global Warming'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-6478447211046490992</id><published>2007-04-16T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T10:47:50.446-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>30 Rock rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Favorite line from last week's episode of 30 Rock:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"On a personal note, in my mind, the Foo Fighters song "Best of You" is about your managerial skills."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. Do me a favor and watch this show. It is my favorite show on tv right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-6478447211046490992?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/6478447211046490992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/6478447211046490992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/04/30-rock-rocks.html' title='30 Rock rocks!'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-6258574393448064685</id><published>2007-04-11T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T16:53:00.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert'/><title type='text'>Words to live by</title><content type='html'>"Eat healthy, Stay Fit, Die Anyway."&lt;br /&gt;--unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is too short to skip dessert."&lt;br /&gt;--SallyAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-6258574393448064685?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/6258574393448064685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/6258574393448064685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/04/words-to-live-by.html' title='Words to live by'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-8706833884779510788</id><published>2007-04-10T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:27:15.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RhuscwIdx4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OK7ISvJBSu0/s1600-h/smiling+goat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051821016982865794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RhuscwIdx4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OK7ISvJBSu0/s320/smiling+goat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If this doesn't make you smile, there is probably no hope for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-8706833884779510788?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/8706833884779510788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/8706833884779510788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/04/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RhuscwIdx4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OK7ISvJBSu0/s72-c/smiling+goat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-474031818156173103</id><published>2007-03-28T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T16:49:01.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Word!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Rgrip9rGDBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EyqAHEPYS8A/s1600-h/bebo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047095542979890194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Rgrip9rGDBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EyqAHEPYS8A/s320/bebo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/RgriS9rGDAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SDGhhq_boj8/s1600-h/bebo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a new word on the internet today: Automagically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice job Bebo! I like the way you think!&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/28674669-474031818156173103?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/474031818156173103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/474031818156173103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-word.html' title='New Word!'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Rgrip9rGDBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EyqAHEPYS8A/s72-c/bebo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-8879808612927220920</id><published>2007-03-25T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:44:25.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Speachless</title><content type='html'>Last night we were out with some friends to celebrate a few March birthdays.  I brought some marshmallow Peeps to share with the other party goers.  I walked up to one guy and offered him a delicious Peep.  He said, "Can't.  Last year I got diabetes for my birthday."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-8879808612927220920?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/8879808612927220920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/8879808612927220920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/03/speachless.html' title='Speachless'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-7264049673586914821</id><published>2007-03-13T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:13:07.160-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wikipedia'/><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>Did you know there is Conservapedia? As in, a Wikipedia for conservatives? Yup - there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt: "Conservapedia is a much-needed alternative to Wikipedia, which is increasingly anti-Christian and anti-American."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.conservepedia.com/Main_Page" target="_blank"&gt;Convervepedia&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page" target="_blank"&gt;Wikipedia &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-7264049673586914821?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/7264049673586914821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/7264049673586914821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/03/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-8635951591539176437</id><published>2007-03-13T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:19:30.796-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinosaurs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Blast from the past</title><content type='html'>Listening to the radio on my drive home today, I got a blast from the past. "Walk the Dinosaur" by Was not Was! I was so excited! I remember loving this song so much back in 1988. As the song neared the end, it took a turn for the worst...why would this strange, confused singer kill a dinosaur?? And how could I have forgotten about this part of the song?? Had I never listened to the end of the song before? Was I just a crazed 8 year-old, shouting at the top of my lungs about dinosaurs, drowning out the awful turn of events for this poor beast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions...so few answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was a night like this&lt;br /&gt;forty million years ago&lt;br /&gt;I lit a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;picked up a monkey&lt;br /&gt;start to go.&lt;br /&gt;The sun was spitting fire&lt;br /&gt;the sky was blue as ice&lt;br /&gt;I felt a little tired so I watched "Miami Vice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked a dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;I walked a dinosaur!&lt;br /&gt;Open the door&lt;br /&gt;get on the floor&lt;br /&gt;everybody walk the dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;Open the door&lt;br /&gt;get on the floor&lt;br /&gt;everybody walk the dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;Open the door&lt;br /&gt;get on the floor&lt;br /&gt;everybody walk the dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;Open the door&lt;br /&gt;get on the floor&lt;br /&gt;everybody walk the dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom acka-lacka-lacka boom&lt;br /&gt;boom boom acka-lacka boom boom. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met you in a cave&lt;br /&gt;you were painting Buffalo&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd be your slave&lt;br /&gt;follow wherever you go.&lt;br /&gt;That night we split a rattlesnake and danced beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;You fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;I stayed awake and watched the passing cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked a dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;I walked a dinosaur! . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shadow from the sky&lt;br /&gt;much too big to be a bird&lt;br /&gt;A screaming&lt;br /&gt;crashing noise&lt;br /&gt;louder than I've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;It looked like two big silver trees&lt;br /&gt;that somehow learned to soar&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a summer breeze and a mighty lion's roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I killed a dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;I killed a dinosaur!&lt;br /&gt;Open the door&lt;br /&gt;get on the floor&lt;br /&gt;everybody kill the dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;Open the door&lt;br /&gt;get on the floor&lt;br /&gt;everybody kill the dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;Open the door&lt;br /&gt;get on the floor&lt;br /&gt;everybody kill the dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;Open the door&lt;br /&gt;get on the floor&lt;br /&gt;everybody kill the dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;Open the door&lt;br /&gt;get on the floor&lt;br /&gt;everybody kill the dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom acka-lacka-lacka boom&lt;br /&gt;boom boom acka-lacka boom boom. . .&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom acko-locka-lacka boom&lt;br /&gt;boom boom acka-lacko boom boom. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wNRsIFKLDBk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-8635951591539176437?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/8635951591539176437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/8635951591539176437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/03/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the past'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-3665228188813030850</id><published>2007-03-07T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T13:10:11.675-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing'/><title type='text'>Claim to fame</title><content type='html'>I actually met an author of a "for Dummies" book today! I was in seminars all day and sat in on a session led by Richard Goldsmith the author of "Direct Mail for Dummies." He is going to send me a copy. Wouldn't it be hilarious if he signed it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Re-cbLlqq0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/IkhsxI57xYA/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039418498832051010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Re-cbLlqq0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/IkhsxI57xYA/s200/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Re-beLlqqzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eCwMhQ4WBV4/s1600-h/0764507648.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-3665228188813030850?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/3665228188813030850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/3665228188813030850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/03/claim-to-fame.html' title='Claim to fame'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/Re-cbLlqq0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/IkhsxI57xYA/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-4833561730964973276</id><published>2007-03-01T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T13:28:14.357-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Planning for the future</title><content type='html'>I found this great (and scary) website called &lt;a href="http://www.livingto100.com/" target="blank"&gt;Living to 100&lt;/a&gt;. It's a life expectancy calculator based on your heredity and lifestyle.  My estimated life expectancy is 89 years.  Ben's is only 73.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really eye-opening and also gives some great tips.  You should check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-4833561730964973276?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/4833561730964973276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/4833561730964973276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/03/planning-for-future.html' title='Planning for the future'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-421218677303504234</id><published>2007-02-27T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:58:20.242-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity gossip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yahoo'/><title type='text'>The ultimate sacrifice</title><content type='html'>I have given up celebrity gossip for Lent this year. It's proving harder than it sounds. You can't get away from it! Even the most reputable news outlets are ready to give you that seedy stuff you so desperately need. I can't go to CNN without seeing a headline about Anna Nicole's baby. I have swore off MSN. I go directly to my email at Yahoo.  Running at the gym, I keep my eyes away from the 8 tvs and focus on my magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem is the seemingly simple statement of "give up celebrity gossip for 40 days and 40 nights." It brings about so many questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How could I have done this to myself while Britney is having a such a hard time?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does the Oscars count as celebrity gossip?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What about the red carpet arrivals?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if I just *look* at celebrity fashion, but don't *read* any commentary?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish me luck. And don't ask me about Britney, because I don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-421218677303504234?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/421218677303504234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/421218677303504234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/02/ultimate-sacrifice.html' title='The ultimate sacrifice'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-8858959530463797876</id><published>2007-02-27T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:17:34.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='23'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planet Sub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GoJo&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert'/><title type='text'>I'm super, thanks for asking!</title><content type='html'>Birthday weekend 2007 was a success! Here's the recap for those of you keeping score at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pop Quiz:&lt;/span&gt; from Thursday, February 22nd to Sunday, February 25th, how many times do you think I had dessert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, Ben and I had a nice date. We went to GoJo's Japanese Steakhouse. Ben caught the shrimp, I didn't (bad toss!). Afterwards we went for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the official birthday. I had lunch with some coworkers and dinner with my mom, dad, sister, Ben and Ryan at Chipotle (Boo to no free desert!). Then we headed for the Intercontinental for the evening. Thanks to everyone who was able to make it! Our group topped out at about 30 people. The band was fun, but more mellow than at our wedding. I had a great time so hear are some of the highlights: I received a beautiful desert that I demolished, 4 winning scratch-off tickets and the digits of a long-lost friend from high school! We outlasted the band and made it home around 3...I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was hangover day. I slept until noon, when Ben asked me if I like pancakes. I don't think I have ever gotten out of bed that quickly! The rest of the day we just lounged around in the office. I got my iTunes up and running. Later we went to the movie "the number 23" (in honor of my birthday) with my sister. I really liked the movie and appreciated that it was a thriller and not a horror movie! Then I stayed up too late chatting with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I sung in the choir at church like usual. Then Ben and I went to Planet Sub for lunch. I had the best sandwich ever. The Planet Veggie: Tangy olive spread, fresh red peppers, artichoke hearts, provolone, cheddar, sun-dried tomatoes. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Heaven!!&lt;/span&gt; At 2:00, my family came over and we had ice cream cake and watched the two flower girls from our wedding have a great time. BFFs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pop Quiz Answer:&lt;/span&gt; E I G H T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-8858959530463797876?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/8858959530463797876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/8858959530463797876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-super-thanks-for-asking.html' title='I&apos;m super, thanks for asking!'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-117225005210251429</id><published>2007-02-23T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:00:52.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 13th birthday, Dakota Fanning!</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true. Dakota Fanning and I share our birthday. Each year we call each other at 7:14 am (sharp) and sing Happy Birthday to each other. It may sounds silly to you, but it's a great way to start a birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-117225005210251429?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/117225005210251429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/117225005210251429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-13th-birthday-dakota-fanning.html' title='Happy 13th birthday, Dakota Fanning!'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-117201155294623997</id><published>2007-02-20T16:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T16:45:52.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I received an omen. I was at Garmin having lunch with my mom. I was in the breakroom, heating up my lunch when the soda vending machine makes a "chink, chink, chink" sound. I look over and no one is anywhere near the vending machine. I *casually* walked over like I was thinking about purchasing a soda. As smooth as Keith Sweat, I reached out to the change return and pocketed my findings. I *casually* walked back to my microwave, as though I had lost my thirst. Minutes later, when I was safely away from the breakroom, I checked my pocket to count my profit. Four quarters found four days before my birthday! So, with my winnings, I will be purchasing a lottery ticket. So, if you don't see me on February 23rd, I am probably in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-117201155294623997?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/117201155294623997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/117201155294623997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/02/countdown.html' title='The countdown...'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-117138984621574110</id><published>2007-02-13T11:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T12:05:18.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a three (and a half) hour tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I DVR-ed the Grammy's and found that I had THREE AND A HALF hours of my life to lose last night, so I watched it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were some good performances, but some parts were pretty boring...I was glad I could fast-forward. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Best performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown! That kid is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ui7jCnMliGw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ui7jCnMliGw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Also good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary J. Blige&lt;br /&gt;Police&lt;br /&gt;Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;br /&gt;Gnarls Barkley&lt;br /&gt;Shakira &amp;amp; Wyclef&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Completely over the top, but still a little awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera. Her diva vocals actually made me laugh at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-o-mWrhkWhU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-o-mWrhkWhU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Crazier than Bjork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Imogen Heap. Who is this person???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2251/3041/1600/742646/imogen_heap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2251/3041/320/336192/imogen_heap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2251/3041/1600/802608/imogen_heap.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2251/3041/1600/802608/imogen_heap.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Funniest hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer. He seriously looks like the cowardly lion. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2251/3041/1600/66207/john_mayer_400x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2251/3041/320/116381/john_mayer_400x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disgusting realization #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jessica Simpson is actually dating a Grammy winner (i.e. John Mayer).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Disgusting realization #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Pussycat dolls were nominated for a Grammy. I just threw up a little in my mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yikes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharlett Johannson is recording an album.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go - that's my recap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-117138984621574110?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/117138984621574110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/117138984621574110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/02/three-and-half-hour-tour.html' title='a three (and a half) hour tour'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116970188336039528</id><published>2007-01-24T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:11:23.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazer Cats are 2 cool</title><content type='html'>In place of a meaningful post, I will share with you a funny clip from SNL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K3qUcPEIw2c" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, SNL may be funny again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. That is Jake Gyllenhaal posing as the bad guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116970188336039528?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116970188336039528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116970188336039528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/01/lazer-cats-are-2-cool.html' title='Lazer Cats are 2 cool'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116906691383670203</id><published>2007-01-17T14:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T14:48:33.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so unique, there's not even ONE of me</title><content type='html'>According to the website &lt;a href="http://www.HowManyOfMe.com"&gt;www.HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/a&gt;, there are no SallyAnn Gray's in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" width="350" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 16px; COLOR: white; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,102,179); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; FONT-SIZE: 14px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; TEXT-ALIGN: center" width="120"&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px" height="100" alt="Logo" src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND-: center;font-size:16px;color:white;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;There are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:red;" &gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;people with my name&lt;br /&gt;in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #0066b3; LINE-HEIGHT: 180%; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116906691383670203?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116906691383670203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116906691383670203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-so-unique-theres-not-even-one-of-me.html' title='I&apos;m so unique, there&apos;s not even ONE of me'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116889133955469730</id><published>2007-01-15T14:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T14:02:19.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am woman, hear me roar</title><content type='html'>Ben's not the only handy one in our house. This weekend I added additional shelving to our bathroom closet. I used lumber, primer, a corded drill, a cordless screwdriver, a level and pure genius to turn a tree and a need for more surface area into shelves. Watch out, Bob Villa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116889133955469730?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116889133955469730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116889133955469730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-woman-hear-me-roar.html' title='I am woman, hear me roar'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116857140193359421</id><published>2007-01-11T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:10:01.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the nightlife</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago, we had a scare.  At 3am, a loud crash was heard downstairs.  Everyone was up immediately.  Milo was barking and hiding under the covers while Ben went downstairs to find out what caused the noise.  By the time Ben came back to bed, I was sound asleep.  I awoke when he got into bed and asked him why he was doing laundry at 3am.  Apparently, I wasn’t going to let something like a potential home invasion get in the way of my beauty rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it wasn’t a burglar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116857140193359421?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116857140193359421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116857140193359421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-nightlife.html' title='I love the nightlife'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116852980873595194</id><published>2007-01-11T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T09:36:48.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym behavior</title><content type='html'>1. I have an “I’m with stupid” t-shirt.  I wore it to the gym last night and really got a kick out of the fact that for 30 minutes I was telling everyone that the guy next to me was stupid.  When I got off the elliptical machine to wipe it down for the next masochist, he saw my shirt.  Luckily, he had a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. I just got my ears pierced a year ago and really enjoy wearing fancy, dangly earrings almost everyday.  So inevitably, I often end up sweating at the gym in a free t-shirt from 1991, grubby pants, messy ponytail and beautiful earrings.  Yesterday I was running in pearls.  Mrs. Cleaver would have been proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116852980873595194?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116852980873595194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116852980873595194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/01/gym-behavior.html' title='Gym behavior'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116845702191446927</id><published>2007-01-10T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T13:23:42.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rappin’ with the kids</title><content type='html'>I molded young minds today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through a connection at work, I spoke to a group of high schoolers today about Marketing. It was ridiculous how nervous I was beforehand! Even though it was just a group of 17 and 18 year olds, kids can be brutal. And I couldn’t fall back on the old reliable: “picture them in their underwear.” GROSS!! But, once I saw them, I realized they were not intimidating at all. I actually had a pretty good time. I just hope I didn’t bore them to death. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2251/3041/200/383270/boredtodeath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116845702191446927?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116845702191446927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116845702191446927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2007/01/rappin-with-kids.html' title='Rappin’ with the kids'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116759067516006009</id><published>2006-12-31T12:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T13:05:33.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and a Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2251/3041/1600/984505/DSC00871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2251/3041/400/621483/DSC00871.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Years from Milo and Alex!  (I just hope your midnight-kissing buddy is a little less hairy!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116759067516006009?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116759067516006009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116759067516006009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-happy-new-year.html' title='and a Happy New Year!'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116741534775881305</id><published>2006-12-29T12:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T12:02:27.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sally's favorite quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;''No, I don't have a gambling problem. I'm winning, and winning is not a problem. That's like saying Michael Jordan has a basketball problem, or Def Leppard has an awesomeness problem.''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EARL (JASON LEE), ON MY NAME IS EARL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116741534775881305?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116741534775881305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116741534775881305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/12/sallys-favorite-quote-of-day.html' title='Sally&apos;s favorite quote of the day'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116724303117190297</id><published>2006-12-27T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T12:10:31.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoothie 101</title><content type='html'>Ben and Ryan like makin' smoothies.  Milo is scared of people makin' smoothies.  Sally is unimpressed by smoothie makin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yq5kS4A2N_0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116724303117190297?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116724303117190297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116724303117190297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/12/smoothie-101.html' title='Smoothie 101'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116715223339184710</id><published>2006-12-26T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T15:58:39.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!</title><content type='html'>I hope you had a happy holiday! I know I did. I think I have a holiday hangover today from all the food, fun and festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I hosted a big traditional Christmas meal at our house on Christmas Eve. The guests included my mom, dad and sister, Ben's mom and dad, our roommate Ryan and Ben and I (see the picture below of our happy crew). I got all Martha Stewart and made place cards for everyone. I had never made a meal like that before, so I went completely overboard and made enough food for about 23 people. The menu consisted of: pineapple glazed ham, pear, walnut &amp; blue cheese salad, mashed potatoes, scalloped potatoes, Waldorf salad, scalloped corn, broccoli salad, marsala glazed carrots with almonds and fresh baked bread. For dessert, we had pumpkin and apple pie. (Nothing was store-bought, by the way.) Needless to say, we will be eating leftovers for the next 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2251/3041/400/777719/DSC00822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to church and then came home for pie, snacks, presents and games. For those who are wondering, I gave Ben a laptop case, sweaters, Converse shoes, socks and underwear. (Yes, we are officially married.) He gave me a black jacket, red shoes and a pizza stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day was spent in Burlington, Kansas with Ben’s extended family. There was a lot of food there as well and I had approximately 9 desserts. Don’t worry – I paced myself. I’m thinking about going professional. Do you think you can earn a certificate in eating or is it more like a pilot’s license, where you need to have a certain number of hours? I better look that up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116715223339184710?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116715223339184710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116715223339184710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-to-all-and-to-all-good.html' title='Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116592797945727270</id><published>2006-12-12T06:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T06:56:37.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there crack in Starbucks?</title><content type='html'>I have never been a fan of Starbucks. I think it is wildly overpriced (it's just coffee for heaven's sake!), unnecessarily complicated &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;(1/3rd decaf, triple shot, Grande, sugar free vanilla, sugar free hazelnut, soy, light whip cream, extra hot, white chocolate mocha, with a smiley face on the bottom of the cup)&lt;/span&gt; and I HATE that Tall is actually small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I had a coffee from Starbucks this morning and now I can't stop thinking about it. Where can I get my next cup? When can I get my next cup?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116592797945727270?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116592797945727270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116592797945727270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-there-crack-in-starbucks.html' title='Is there crack in Starbucks?'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116584291776577226</id><published>2006-12-11T07:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T07:15:17.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad puppy!</title><content type='html'>We made smoothies the other night and Milo wanted in on the action. He ended up sneaking a few licks from the dishwasher while I was loading it with our dirty dishes. I think he got more than he bargained for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-ca.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-ca.slide.com&amp;channel=216172782114998474&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;il=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=216172782114998474&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;amp;tt=17&amp;at=0&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ca.slide.com/p1/216172782114998474/bl_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=216172782114998474&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;amp;tt=17&amp;at=0&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ca.slide.com/p2/216172782114998474/bl_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116584291776577226?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116584291776577226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116584291776577226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/12/bad-puppy.html' title='Bad puppy!'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116458268361061172</id><published>2006-11-26T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:24:02.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty cool trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2251/3041/1600/309260/beech_baron58_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2251/3041/320/595801/beech_baron58_l.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One week before Thanksgiving, I went on a trip for work. We traveled to Sioux Falls, South Dakota for a one-day meeting with potential clients. While it was a great meeting and I learned alot, the best part was our transportation. We chartered a plane and flew from Olathe, Kansas to Sioux Falls. It was a twin-engine Beechcraft (see stock photo), with enough room for a pilot and a passenger up front, with four seats in back. We only had three in back and our knees were touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the ground at about 6:40 am. As we broke through the clouds, we watched the sun come up from the teeny-tiny plane. It was very cloudy, so the rest of that leg was uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight back was a treat. It was a beautiful, clear night. We departed Sioux Falls at about 5:50 pm and followed I-29 all the way home. I am very familiar with that route (I usually traverse it by car at least 3 times a year), so I was able to pick out the towns and cities as we flew by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we are all adults, it was hard to hide our excitement once we got close to home. By the time we came upon Kansas City, we were all like little kids at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"There's the speedway!"&lt;br /&gt;"I think that's downtown!"&lt;br /&gt;"Is that KCI?"&lt;br /&gt;"There's our office!"&lt;br /&gt;"I see Target!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116458268361061172?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116458268361061172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116458268361061172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/11/pretty-cool-trip.html' title='Pretty cool trip'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116319016995240673</id><published>2006-11-10T14:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:22:49.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>switcharoo</title><content type='html'>Can someone please explain this Joe Lieberman situation? How does this guy lose a primary as a Democrat, yet win an election as an "independent?" Who voted for this guy? The Democrats of Connecticut tell him they don't want him around anymore in the primary, so he makes one technical change (scratches out Democrat and adds independent to his yard signs) and the general populace votes him in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what his policies are, I wouldn't vote for him strictly on principle. Can you really trust a guy who is essentially lying about who he is? This guy will do anything to get elected, even trade sides. If he were fighting as a Confederate during the Civil War, would he have defected to Yankee when he saw the impending outcome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen NO press about this sleight of hand and I am starting to wonder if I am the only one bothered by this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116319016995240673?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116319016995240673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116319016995240673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/11/switcharoo.html' title='switcharoo'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116309672798764814</id><published>2006-11-09T12:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T09:52:33.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke and mirrors.</title><content type='html'>Have you seen this? I don't know if I should feel empowered or helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6FDAi4jmV6Q" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116309672798764814?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116309672798764814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116309672798764814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/11/smoke-and-mirrors.html' title='Smoke and mirrors.'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116291190202160401</id><published>2006-11-07T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T09:07:04.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He said/She said</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My version of what happened early this morning at the Gray residence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night, Ben asked me what time was it. I stared and stared through foggy, squinty eyes. Finally I could make out the numbers and told him, "4:04." I rolled over and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ben's version of what happened early this morning at the Gray residence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night, Sally sat straight up in bed and shouted, "Error 404!" She then rolled over and went back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116291190202160401?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116291190202160401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116291190202160401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/11/he-saidshe-said.html' title='He said/She said'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116285639429869192</id><published>2006-11-06T17:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:39:54.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The American Dream</title><content type='html'>It is 5:32 pm.  I haven't seen natural light since 8:10 this morning.  I am eating my second frozen meal of the day at my desk.  And I won't be home until 10 pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is truly the land of opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116285639429869192?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116285639429869192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116285639429869192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/11/american-dream.html' title='The American Dream'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116259475590531096</id><published>2006-11-03T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T17:00:29.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've always wanted to be cool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/3041/1600/ipodshuffle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/3041/320/ipodshuffle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and now I am one step closer. I got an iPod shuffle! It was a wedding gift from my mister. It is totally awesome! It holds 240 songs and weights 1/2 ounce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electronics are the way to a woman's heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116259475590531096?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116259475590531096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116259475590531096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-always-wanted-to-be-cool.html' title='I&apos;ve always wanted to be cool...'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116259332414527570</id><published>2006-11-03T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:35:24.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you enjoy luxury?</title><content type='html'>As a married couple, we must now purchase married things.  Like a mattress.  It was delivered on Wednesday and it is divine.  How domestic are we?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116259332414527570?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116259332414527570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116259332414527570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-you-enjoy-luxury.html' title='Do you enjoy luxury?'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116259247222822773</id><published>2006-11-03T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:38:56.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What was Sally for Halloween?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so what was Sally for Halloween? I was a bad mime...I talked all night. Ben was a box (and a cheerleader). No one knew who was approaching the house in a cardboard box. It was pretty funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-df.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-df.slide.com&amp;channel=144115188076026079&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;il=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle" href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=144115188076026079&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-df.slide.com/h2/144115188076026079/bl_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/slide3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=144115188076026079&amp;amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=17&amp;amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;Get Your Own!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msview/ticker?cid=144115188076026079&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;View Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Regarding the frightening hayride...it was a joke. The hayride was for his kids that evening, but he drove the truck with trailer and hay to work. If he was trying to scare people, it worked!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116259247222822773?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116259247222822773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116259247222822773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-was-sally-for-halloween.html' title='What was Sally for Halloween?'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116232158665804989</id><published>2006-10-31T13:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T13:06:26.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween in the office</title><content type='html'>I love Halloween.  And I love Halloween in the office.  At a company I used to work for, every Halloween kids would start parading through the office around 3:30.  Children and adults alike were hopped up on candy.  It was a total distraction and it was great.  I looked forward to it every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first Halloween with the company I work for now.  New company, new traditions.  Earlier today we got an email from the owners inviting us on a hayride.  A hayride with my coworkers in the middle of the day on a Tuesday in the suburbs. The part of the email that concerned me most was the fact that he called it a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;one-way ride&lt;/span&gt;.  The trailer filled with hay is waiting outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a trick?  Are they hazing me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116232158665804989?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116232158665804989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116232158665804989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-in-office.html' title='Halloween in the office'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116188631016284532</id><published>2006-10-26T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:04:16.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The bright side a truly terrible disease</title><content type='html'>Today I thought of a few instances when having Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis (CIPA) &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;[a rare disease that prevents the feeling of pain, heat and cold]&lt;/span&gt; could actually be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fashionista female&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: SHOES SHOES SHOES!&lt;br /&gt;2. Marathon runner&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: have you seen the movie "Prefontaine?" [I like the version with Jared Leto because Jordan Catalano's dreamy.]&lt;br /&gt;3. Postal Carrier&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: rain, snow, sleet and dog bites&lt;br /&gt;4. Competitive eater (see &lt;a href="http://www.ifoce.com/" target=blank&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: it would take a heart attack to stop them from winning. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;5. Kindergarten teacher&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: that just sounds like a painful profession to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go! The bright side of a truly terrible disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about CIPA, check out &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Congenital_insensitivity_to_pain_with_anhidrosis" target=blank&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;. And &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/HEALTH/conditions/01/27/rare.conditions/index.html" target=blank&gt;here's a story&lt;/a&gt; that will make you cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116188631016284532?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116188631016284532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116188631016284532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/10/bright-side-truly-terrible-disease.html' title='The bright side a truly terrible disease'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116181430539748153</id><published>2006-10-25T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:17:17.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp my DMV</title><content type='html'>I lost 70 minutes of my life today to the DMV of Missouri. Rather than bloviate (that's right - I'm not scared of the $.25 words) about their complete disregard for customer service and remarkable inefficiencies, I will share with you the highlight of my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have decided to start selling things at the Missouri DMV. Thankfully they are not selling firearms (demand would outweigh supply), but accessories for your vehicle. The list of items includes steering wheel covers, carwash supplies, floor mats and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;black light accessories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they using taxpayer money to keep a stock of black light accessories in their breakroom? Why am I shocked?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116181430539748153?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116181430539748153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116181430539748153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/10/pimp-my-dmv.html' title='Pimp my DMV'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116157144434486110</id><published>2006-10-22T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:06:56.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You, Tyra Banks, are no Oprah</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know that sometimes Oprah Winfrey goes a little over the deep end. But, people, this is Oprah we are talking about. I think she and her audience members are allowed to freak out when she gives each of them a new car. Or cures diseases or whatever she is doing now on her show. But Tyra Banks is no Oprah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZdHpYMR4ljY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth could have caused these women to lose it like they did? Is it the fact that they were just given a gift valued at $100? If they had actually gone to work that day, those audience members could have EARNED that much money. And with that $100, they could have purchased something less atrocious than a rhinestoned tub of Vaseline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't believe I just typed the phase " rhinestoned tub of Vaseline.")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116157144434486110?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116157144434486110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116157144434486110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-tyra-banks-are-no-oprah.html' title='You, Tyra Banks, are no Oprah'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116120716165643570</id><published>2006-10-18T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T16:34:38.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard from the cubes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Yeah, she got around.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– one of my coworkers, speaking of his grandma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116120716165643570?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116120716165643570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116120716165643570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/10/heard-from-cubes.html' title='Heard from the cubes'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116120711739422449</id><published>2006-10-18T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T16:31:57.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeties</title><content type='html'>Ben and I got home late on Sunday night from our wonderful honeymoon in Mexico. We were so glad to be back to our own bed, even if it’s size does pale in comparison to our bed at the resort. After traveling all day and dropping into bed around 2am (to rise only 5 hours later, mind you), you would think I would have slept hard. That was made impossible by the Milo-doggy between my feet and the Alex-kitty in my armpit, on my stomach or trying to spoon me. And I loved every minute of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116120711739422449?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116120711739422449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116120711739422449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/10/sweeties.html' title='Sweeties'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-116120707770834914</id><published>2006-10-18T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T09:07:06.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An open apology from SallyAnn</title><content type='html'>Dear fans,&lt;br /&gt;I have let you down. I know so many of you rely on me and I have neglected my responsibility to all of you. Please accept my heartfelt apology to all of those I have hurt by my complete disregard and lack of updates to my blog. I am deeply ashamed. I want you to know that I am seeking professional help and expect to fully recover to regular postings. Please respect my family’s privacy during this difficult time in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly,&lt;br /&gt;SallyAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-116120707770834914?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116120707770834914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/116120707770834914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/10/open-apology-from-sallyann.html' title='An open apology from SallyAnn'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-115826166128233127</id><published>2006-09-14T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:06:50.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one</title><content type='html'>This one is kinda funny.  Women can "rent" outrageously expensive handbags for weekly rates! It's like Sex &amp; the City for bargain hunters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frombagstoriches.com" target=blank&gt;www.frombagstoriches.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-115826166128233127?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115826166128233127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115826166128233127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-one.html' title='Another one'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-115824551660743667</id><published>2006-09-14T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T09:51:56.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for the lack of updates. My excuse is the wedding. It is only 23 days away people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in place of a meaningful post, I will give you a few cool websites that I have found lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.balloonhat.com"&gt;www.balloonhat.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys travel all over the world and take pictures of people wearing balloon hats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldrps.com"&gt;www.worldrps.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock, Scissors, Paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spellingsociety.org"&gt;www.spellingsociety.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speling is hard! Being an offul speller, I suport the simplified spelling society!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foundmagazine.com"&gt;www.foundmagazine.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great compliation of "found" items.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-115824551660743667?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115824551660743667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115824551660743667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-suck.html' title='I suck'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-115591106019668478</id><published>2006-08-18T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:24:20.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Olathe (Kansas) weird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ospri.net/phpnuke75/html/index.php"&gt;http://www.ospri.net/phpnuke75/html/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-115591106019668478?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115591106019668478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115591106019668478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/08/keep-olathe-kansas-weird.html' title='Keep Olathe (Kansas) weird.'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-115591103535012848</id><published>2006-08-18T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:23:55.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitchhiking as a form of commute</title><content type='html'>Have you heard of this? Washington DC-ers have created a modified commute which combines carpooling and hitchhiking. They call it "slugging."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slugging"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slugging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slug-lines.com/"&gt;http://www.slug-lines.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-115591103535012848?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115591103535012848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115591103535012848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/08/hitchhiking-as-form-of-commute.html' title='Hitchhiking as a form of commute'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-115591097779439190</id><published>2006-08-18T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:22:57.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Europeans love David Hasselhoff, Scares America</title><content type='html'>Seriously, David Hasselhoff freaks me out. The first time I saw this video, I thought it was a joke. No such luck, America. Apparently, his latest single "Jump in My Car," is blowin' up on the British Charts. There is no way this guy takes himself seriously, right? You have to admire that. I think. But I have to admit, I need his "don't hassel the hoff" shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgX-hiQdfFw"&gt;Click here &lt;/a&gt;to watch "Jump in My Car."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-115591097779439190?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115591097779439190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115591097779439190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/08/europeans-love-david-hasselhoff-scares.html' title='Europeans love David Hasselhoff, Scares America'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-115315305718461469</id><published>2006-07-17T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T11:17:37.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama predates history</title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;Love was a dangerous game for tyrannosaurs&lt;/strong&gt;," says Gregory M. Erickson, teacher of comparative anatomy at Florida State University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more about dinosaurs afflicted by mid-life crisis click &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/TECH/science/07/14/tyrannosaurs.midlife.ap/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-115315305718461469?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115315305718461469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115315305718461469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/07/drama-predates-history.html' title='Drama predates history'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-115291321108732886</id><published>2006-07-14T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T16:40:11.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lights...camera...justice.</title><content type='html'>Some of you may know that I am suing my former employer in small claims court. Earlier this week, I came home to a letter from Judge Mathis inviting me to take our matter to the small screen. I had a good laugh and set the letter aside. Today I recieved a phone call from Judge Mathis' office. His minions are trying to convince me to seek justice on tv. They are wooing me with a free trip to Chicago and $200 cash. I can just see myself wearing a tube top, chewing gum and pleading my case on tv. Momma would be so proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-115291321108732886?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115291321108732886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115291321108732886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/07/lightscamerajustice.html' title='lights...camera...justice.'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-115272401721466424</id><published>2006-07-12T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T12:06:57.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recycling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/3041/1600/images.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/3041/200/images.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love thrift stores. It is the definition of recycling. Ben and I are working on alot of projects around the house and are beginning to make frequent trips to Goodwill to donate our unwanted items. (read: exorcise the remnants of our college days) During our Saturday trip to Goodwill, we were actually worried they wouldn't accept our junk! Luckily they did, but I had a flash back to last year when we moved into our house. My family told me they would never move that raggity furniture again. Maybe on the next trip to Goodwill, I should just bring the receipts from 1998 and return it all, as it probably came from there in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-115272401721466424?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115272401721466424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115272401721466424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/07/recycling.html' title='Recycling'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-115167564590383668</id><published>2006-06-30T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T08:54:05.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>plan b</title><content type='html'>Like so many brides, I have fallen victim to the awful cliche of trying to lose a few lbs before the wedding (&lt;em&gt;which is 99 days away&lt;/em&gt;). But as many of you may know, losing weight is hard! Don't worry though, because I figured out the fool-proof solution. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I recently learned that chewing gum burns 11 calories per hour. If I chew gum every waking hour until the wedding, I will lose 4.7 pounds by October 7th! Good thing I have a membership to Sam's Club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-115167564590383668?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115167564590383668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115167564590383668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/06/plan-b.html' title='plan b'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-115048141044914907</id><published>2006-06-16T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T13:23:33.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Christopher Walken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/3041/1600/christopher_walken2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/3041/320/christopher_walken2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/3041/1600/christopher_walken.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/3041/320/christopher_walken.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/3041/1600/christopher_walken.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/3041/1600/christopher_walken2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just wanted share some pictures of CW on the set of the film he is currently filming, Balls of Fury. As you can tell from the photos, he plays a crime lord who is obsessed with pingpong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-115048141044914907?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115048141044914907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115048141044914907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-heart-christopher-walken.html' title='I heart Christopher Walken'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-115031068813410578</id><published>2006-06-14T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:44:48.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"I think everybody should be pro-love."&lt;br /&gt;-- Britney Spears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-115031068813410578?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115031068813410578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/115031068813410578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/06/favorite-quote-of-day.html' title='Favorite quote of the day'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-114927201020274938</id><published>2006-06-02T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:13:30.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More on (or moron) the Spelling Bee...</title><content type='html'>How addicted to gambling do you have to be to put money down on the National Spelling Bee Championship?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Associated Press:&lt;br /&gt;"Even gamblers got into the act, putting money down on questions including whether the final word would have an "e" in it and whether the winner would wear glasses. Simon Noble, CEO of PinnacleSports.com, said his offshore Internet sports betting company had received about $70,000 in wagers on seven propositions about the bee as of noon Thursday." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/spelling_bee"&gt;Click here &lt;/a&gt;for the whole story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-114927201020274938?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/114927201020274938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/114927201020274938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-on-or-moron-spelling-bee.html' title='More on (or moron) the Spelling Bee...'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-114927121114424584</id><published>2006-06-02T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:10:17.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone knows how to spell "ursprache"</title><content type='html'>The National Spelling Bee Championship was last night. The winning word was "ursprache," spelled correctly by a 13 year-old girl. Through a 7-steps-of-separation google search to learn what the heck that word means, I stumbled across something called the ding-dong hypothesis. Other favorites include the pooh-pooh hypothesis, ta-ta hypothesis, Yo-he-ho hypothesis and the uh-oh hypothesis. (I don't know much about the uh-oh hypothesis, but I am guessing that one was discovered by a 4 year-old covered in chocolate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these hypotheses make me want to be a scientist. They just make stuff up, all day long. It reminds me of those people who create nail polish names. "Let's call this one Sugar-n-Spice" is not very dissimilar to, "let's call this one the ding-dong hypothesis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic sidenote: Katharine Close, Spelling Bee Champ, may know how to spell "ursprache," but not Microsoft Word &lt;strong&gt;spell check&lt;/strong&gt;!!  It didn't even give a suggested spelling.  In in the suggection box, it actually said "are you freaking kidding me with this?"  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, it didn't actually say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-114927121114424584?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/114927121114424584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/114927121114424584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/06/everyone-knows-how-to-spell-ursprache.html' title='everyone knows how to spell &quot;ursprache&quot;'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-114866534304762703</id><published>2006-05-26T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T09:07:53.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All about Sally quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. Do you live in a zoo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;One smelly boy, one hyperactive dog and one silly cat. The answer is yes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. What did you do this morning? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Woke up, picked a fight with Ben, cried and went to work. Sounds very glamorous, doesn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. Where do you work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A database marketing firm in Olathe, KS. I hate the traffic. I see car accidents every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. What do you dislike at the moment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When my boss gets to leave early for the holiday weekend and I am stuck at my desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dirty laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. What food do you crave right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I kinda want a jollyrancher. Isn’t that a funny name for a candy? What is this Rancher so jolly about? What exactly are they ranching anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. Are you on any medication? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Why? What have you heard? Who have you been talking to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. What side of the bed do you sleep on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Let’s talk percentage. Ben gets about 52%, Milo (doggie) gets about 30% (for being only 13 pounds, he knows how to maximize), so that leaves me about 18%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. What color is your car? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bright blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9. What are your favorite stores? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I love the grocery store. I love all of the options! You have to eat, so might as well enjoy it. I also love love love Ikea, but the closest one is in Chicago, so I don’t get to go very often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10. Can you imagine yourself ever getting married? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can imagine it in great detail, happening on a beautiful day in October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;11. What did you do last night? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I played softball. It was the first game I have ever played and it turns out, I am awesome. I got on base and got a run. Minor leagues, here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12. Have you ever done something to instigate trouble? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I occasionally play devils advocate when I think someone needs to be called on their shit. But I prefer harmony. Leave the drama for yo’ momma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;13. Do you like your nose? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I’m not in love the zit parked on the end of my nose currently. I look like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rudolph&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;14. When was the last time you worked out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was doing squats in the outfield during the softball game last night. It wasn’t exactly a fast-paced game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;15. Do you like pedicures? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I really love to be pampered. I love haircuts, manicures, pedicures, massages. I love it when someone’s focus is entirely on me and making me feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;16. What is the thing you'd want to change most about yourself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I wish I were more patient. I also wish I was more motivated to finish projects. (I have been working on the same Christmas stocking since 2001.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;17. What is your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;18. Would you ever sky dive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No thank you. I would have to be pushed out of the plane and would land with &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;pee stains&lt;/span&gt; on my pants. I can think of better things to do with my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;19. Do you enjoy giving hugs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I love hugs! Why? Do you need one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;20. What books, if any, have made you cry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I cried nonstop while reading the last quarter of “The Notebook,” by Nicholas Sparks. It was the MOST romantic book I have ever read (not in that make-you-want-to-throw-up way) and I honestly did not believe a man wrote it for quite some time. I saw the movie years later, but don’t really remember how I felt about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;21. Do you ever feel guilty after eating meat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hell no! I love meat. I am a carnivore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;22. What is the silliest prank you ever played on someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I convinced my 2nd grade class that I was a BOY scout. I showed up to school in my dad’s old scout uniform with a matching skirt to make appear even more authentic. I think they bought it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;23. If money were not an object, what would you do with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was unemployed during March 2006 and totally enjoyed it. So, I think I would be a stay at home person. I figure I would become bored after a while, but who knows? Maybe I would appoint myself as the social chair of my friends and family and be completely content…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;24. What place in the US would you most like to visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I really really want to go to Hawaii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;25. Coke or Pepsi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My favorite soda is Fresca, but it is hard to come by. I also like the DDP (Diet Dr. Pepper).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;26. American Idol fan? Katharine or Taylor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I religiously watched the first American Idol. I had it on speed dial. And I firmly believe there is only one American Idol and that is Kelly Clarkson. The others are dead to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;27. What is your superpower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have a couple:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I remember my dreams almost every morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am brilliant at telling when people have gotten a haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I realize these aren’t exactly the most coveted superpowers, but you make due with what you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;28. Who would you want to play you in the movie about your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am very sure I am the worst actor on earth. Also, I have debilitating stage fright and I do not believe people would pay money to watch me throw up on myself. So, I guess my answer is no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-114866534304762703?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/114866534304762703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/114866534304762703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-about-sally-quiz.html' title='All about Sally quiz'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-114851986128656277</id><published>2006-05-24T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:56:18.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He is VERY cultured</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/3041/1600/IMG_0330.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/3041/320/IMG_0330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/3041/1600/IMG_0353.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/3041/320/IMG_0353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I don't let Milo chew on things, but I made an exception in this case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-114851986128656277?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/114851986128656277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/114851986128656277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/05/he-is-very-cultured.html' title='He is VERY cultured'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674669.post-114848938489032622</id><published>2006-05-24T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:56:30.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>Hello!  This is my very first blog.  I am excited to be actively participating in the 21st century.  Let's pray this thing has a spell checker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674669-114848938489032622?l=sallyannsienna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/114848938489032622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674669/posts/default/114848938489032622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallyannsienna.blogspot.com/2006/05/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>SallyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12598806711035448813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1pGnLZCgSU/ShRRpFvqaoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IxJqIBrOv9k/S220/n575674780_1124277_8827.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
