<?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-2037650210380540715</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:25:15.311-08:00</updated><category term='Jasmine'/><category term='Babies'/><category term='Low Carb'/><category term='duggars'/><category term='London'/><category term='Scout'/><category term='grammar'/><category term='Alone'/><category term='summer'/><category term='The Business Of Being Born'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='family'/><category term='Birthday fun'/><category term='chores'/><category term='anger'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='guns'/><category term='Health'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='School'/><category term='friends'/><category term='car'/><category term='sin'/><category term='Homemaking'/><category term='drama'/><category term='reading'/><category term='biofuel'/><category term='Starbucks'/><category term='forgivness'/><category term='Getting Burned'/><category term='God'/><category term='Flying'/><category term='going green'/><category term='Knees'/><category term='rejection'/><category term='organic living'/><category term='Sensitive'/><category term='Weight Loss'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Disneyland'/><category term='food'/><category term='Love'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='husband'/><category term='Matt'/><category term='Garage Sale'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Swimming'/><category term='yard sale'/><category term='greasecar'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='evangelism'/><title type='text'>Invisible Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>What is essential is invisible to the eye...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>194</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-5994824377448954987</id><published>2011-10-13T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T12:01:36.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajamas, Pillows, and my Little Slice of Web.</title><summary type='text'>I'm blogging from bed today. Sure, it's 11:26, and I've already been up, and (somewhat) productive-- but my house is empty and quiet, and Matt's not here to give me a hard time about it (ha!), so here I am--pajama-clad and pillows stacked high.September was a rough month. You know those times you just can't get it together? One thing after another was going wrong. I spent far too much time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/5994824377448954987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=5994824377448954987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5994824377448954987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5994824377448954987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2011/10/pajamas-pillows-and-my-little-slice-of.html' title='Pajamas, Pillows, and my Little Slice of Web.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-198955735214598303</id><published>2011-09-22T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T00:43:44.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've never felt so stupid.</title><summary type='text'> I've done some exceedingly stupid stuff. I trip, fall, cut myself, sprain extremities, stick my foot in my mouth, etc, on a fairly regular basis. I've become fairly accustom to my clumsiness/social awkwardness.Rewind to yesterday.I was having a bit of a rough morning. A (very) stupid argument occurred with a family member, and I left feeling frustrated, and totally defeated. I was on my way to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/198955735214598303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=198955735214598303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/198955735214598303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/198955735214598303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2011/09/ive-never-felt-so-stupid.html' title='I&apos;ve never felt so stupid.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8hVhNL1ODY8/TnrfJiCw_0I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/D9el6vR1dPc/s72-c/gas_pump_drive_away2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-1456236671846763904</id><published>2011-08-24T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T07:27:47.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning Musings</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I forget how much I love early mornings. I've always been a bit of a morning person, but my schedule has turned me into a bit of a night owl by necessity. I love the stillness of the morning. The crisp, cool air. The quiet. Notice I didn't say "Peace". I've always thought it to be interesting that the words "peace" and "quiet" are often spoke of like one must go with the other. Like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/1456236671846763904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=1456236671846763904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1456236671846763904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1456236671846763904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2011/08/early-morning-musings.html' title='Early Morning Musings'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6upJcgVKp5M/TlUJAkfL-eI/AAAAAAAAB0A/B8BOE5bnX_M/s72-c/swarovski_dj-headphones1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-3267439953677450092</id><published>2011-07-13T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:42:31.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Reaching out...</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago, I heard good news about some people we used to be close to. We haven't spoken to them in awhile. To be honest, things were a bit tense the last time we did see each-other, though I'm not quite sure why.  I wanted to congratulate them on their "good news", so I sent a little email. No response. I wasn't really waiting for a response, more that I just happened to remember that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/3267439953677450092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=3267439953677450092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3267439953677450092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3267439953677450092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2011/07/reaching-out.html' title='Reaching out...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-4009490296654470295</id><published>2011-07-11T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T23:18:56.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Announcement!</title><summary type='text'>In a little over a year, I will be applying for Vet School! I'm so so so excited to start my new educational venture! I never really thought I'd pursue a career in any sort of medical field, but thankfully my current position has given me a great insight into veterinary medicine. I'm starting my prerequisites this coming fall. I'm attending my first informational session for St. George University</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/4009490296654470295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=4009490296654470295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4009490296654470295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4009490296654470295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2011/07/announcement.html' title='Announcement!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPse7w0o9JU/ThvklY7192I/AAAAAAAABz4/7CBFaZxKrO4/s72-c/VetSymbolBW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-7872422994297326426</id><published>2011-07-02T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T18:56:17.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summer...</title><summary type='text'> I sat in the sun today. The temperature was much hotter then what I'm usually comfortable with, but today that didn't stop me. I wanted to feel it on my face. I wanted to soak in each ray one by one. I often take these simple pleasures of life for granted. The ability to sit and just relax knowing I'm doing alright. Life is good. I don't want to just "get through" the stages--I want to live them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/7872422994297326426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=7872422994297326426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/7872422994297326426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/7872422994297326426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer.html' title='Summer...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2CckM7fGBFA/Tg_L5arWbQI/AAAAAAAABzA/QixcCCM3PTI/s72-c/sun-rays-coming-out-of-the-clouds-in-a-blue-sky2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-4605900757945194226</id><published>2011-05-25T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T13:43:19.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned.</title><summary type='text'>Seems like I've sort of abandoned my blog. I'm still here, just more quiet then usual (if you can believe that). Matt and have been busy. We just moved into a new place a few weeks ago--Thankfully. We didn't end up buying-- which had been our goal, but we're still in the market, just taking a step back to de-stress from the whole process. We're loving our new place! It's a stones throw from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/4605900757945194226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=4605900757945194226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4605900757945194226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4605900757945194226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2011/05/abandoned.html' title='Abandoned.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-7693966127984626209</id><published>2011-04-20T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:15:55.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket list...</title><summary type='text'>I was "catching up" with my friend Erin via her blog, and she had proposed a challenge to create a "Bucket List". Now, this is something I've never done. Not sure why--especially since it seems I make lists for everything else! The whole being on the cusp of the big 3 0 might have something to do with it...1) Renew our vows on the beach.Our wedding, the special, fun, exciting day it was, was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/7693966127984626209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=7693966127984626209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/7693966127984626209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/7693966127984626209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2011/04/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket list...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-4411040597605304024</id><published>2011-02-15T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T16:43:13.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Fortunate" Valentine</title><summary type='text'>       I'm a crafty girl.This Valentine's day I decided to use my Craftiness for good, and not evil. I decided I wanted an Asian-inspired project.Initially, I was just going to make Paper Fortune Cookies  with custom fortunes (seen above) Last year I made chocolate covered Fortune Cookies for Matt and I, and thought it would be cute to fill chinese take-out boxes with them. I don't do complicated</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/4411040597605304024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=4411040597605304024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4411040597605304024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4411040597605304024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-fortunate-valentine.html' title='My &quot;Fortunate&quot; Valentine'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OfFsDwIzCUk/TVsX28zyB_I/AAAAAAAAATY/cRn1RFn5Dm0/s72-c/109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-3563047074408639462</id><published>2011-02-01T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:34:12.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously.</title><summary type='text'>I'm a broken person. I know that. Sometimes though, life distracts me from that fact. It's a welcome distraction. On occasion, however, that realization it broadcasts in a way that is so out-of-the-blue. So jolting-- that you almost don't know how to respond to yourself.  Matt and I were driving home from Disneyland Sunday night. We were talking about a little traffic incident we experienced on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/3563047074408639462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=3563047074408639462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3563047074408639462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3563047074408639462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2011/02/seriously.html' title='Seriously.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-5644010424800648559</id><published>2011-01-27T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T00:32:41.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The laundry is in the wash...</title><summary type='text'> 1. What time did you get up this morning?Around 72. Pearls or diamonds?Um, Diamonds--sort of. I'm not a huge jewelry fan, but whatever I wear has to be real, otherwise I break out into a nasty rash. So I mostly own things with (small) diamonds.3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?Gosh, The Other Guys? I don't know-- it's been a long while.4. What is your favorite TV show?The Office, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/5644010424800648559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=5644010424800648559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5644010424800648559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5644010424800648559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2011/01/laundry-is-in-wash.html' title='The laundry is in the wash...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-8213868715626830498</id><published>2011-01-26T15:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:26:42.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disneyland'/><title type='text'>Disneyland-- here we come!</title><summary type='text'>                                        We're seeing World of Color for the first time!Matt and I love Disneyland! That's why I decided that it would be a perfect destination Birthday for Matt's 29th Birthday this Saturday! We've talked about going for a few months, but had no plans. So I decided to be a little bit sneaky, and surprise him.Failed! Sort of.It's hard to plan a trip for someone when</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/8213868715626830498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=8213868715626830498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/8213868715626830498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/8213868715626830498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='Disneyland-- here we come!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xbzJ0R9Q-h8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-1328883316479322924</id><published>2011-01-19T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T17:50:12.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Starbucks...</title><summary type='text'> We have been friends for a long time. We've spent a lot of time together. You were there, sharing in the laughter with dear friends. You helped to drown some painful tears. We've spent many, many mornings in each others arms. You helped me develop a love for coffee when I was dependent on caffeine the most. For that, I thank you. However, the news I heard today made me very concerned.Trenta? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/1328883316479322924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=1328883316479322924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1328883316479322924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1328883316479322924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-starbucks.html' title='Dear Starbucks...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/TTeUFIxxNYI/AAAAAAAAATM/zYDf-weKPvI/s72-c/Starbucks%2Bsizes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-6598317582572455287</id><published>2011-01-09T23:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:52:27.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Album Cover...</title><summary type='text'>My good friend, Jamie, challenged me to a little game-- here are the instructions:1) Go to wikipedia and hit random. The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.2) Go to quotationspage.com and hit random. The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.3) Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days” Third picture, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/6598317582572455287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=6598317582572455287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/6598317582572455287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/6598317582572455287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2011/01/album-cover.html' title='Album Cover...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/TSq5qoC6UjI/AAAAAAAAATE/z4rLV3JFPdk/s72-c/album.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-2381778361062943044</id><published>2011-01-05T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:54:07.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My year in pictures</title><summary type='text'>I got my iphone Jan of last year, and so I've been taking pictures like crazy ever since-- it's so easy. This is my year in pictures! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/2381778361062943044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=2381778361062943044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2381778361062943044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2381778361062943044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-year-in-pictures.html' title='My year in pictures'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/TSUgv8gEkiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3AbsACvcUbk/s72-c/2011-01-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-441604394120811855</id><published>2011-01-02T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:33:38.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good laugh!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/441604394120811855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=441604394120811855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/441604394120811855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/441604394120811855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-laugh.html' title='A good laugh!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-4430597145551918256</id><published>2010-12-31T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:45:11.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 of 2010!</title><summary type='text'>In honor of 2010, I've decided to post my favorite things about the last year-- in no particular order. 10) Gaining prospective. Matt and I together gained some prospective about certain things in our lives. It wasn't an easy process-- that's for sure. However, I firmly believe that trails produce character. If we didn't gain prospective, or learn anything from the hardships in our lives, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/4430597145551918256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=4430597145551918256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4430597145551918256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4430597145551918256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/12/top-10-of-2010.html' title='Top 10 of 2010!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/TR-gGsJ-7_I/AAAAAAAAASE/5vG-03KW7d0/s72-c/goodbye-2010-hello-20112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-6603408206763764036</id><published>2010-12-01T23:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:18:47.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/6603408206763764036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=6603408206763764036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/6603408206763764036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/6603408206763764036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-6446568548851599341</id><published>2010-11-23T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:17:37.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth.</title><summary type='text'>Ah. I can't explain in adequate words how wonderfully wonderful it feels to be typing away. I missed my free therapy  blog dearly. Writing is definitely the outlet the suits me best. My soul feels lighter already.If you're my Facebook "friend", you know that I've been going through some relationship stuff. It's been messy to say the least. The thing that hurts me the most isn't what has been said</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/6446568548851599341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=6446568548851599341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/6446568548851599341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/6446568548851599341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/11/truth.html' title='Truth.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-1377904235664536462</id><published>2010-10-03T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:18:37.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecurities and blogging.</title><summary type='text'>I loved writing here when I thought no one really read my thoughts, and now that I know people do, I feel so insecure. I know that is kind of strange. The whole point of a blog is making your thoughts public. Right? So forgive me if it seems I'm neglecting my blog. I'll be back in full force eventually. Hopefully. As soon as I can work out this monster that lives in my head telling me I'll never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/1377904235664536462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=1377904235664536462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1377904235664536462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1377904235664536462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/10/insecurities-and-blogging.html' title='Insecurities and blogging.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-7609365051923937687</id><published>2010-09-06T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:27:25.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Labor Day!</title><summary type='text'> I have today off! WooHoo! I'm so excited that I made plans too watch too much TV, and do too much laundry. I bet you're jealous! ;-)I spent day one of my two days off in a row visiting lovely, beautiful, ridiculously crowded, Santa Cruz with Miss Jenny. What started out as a plan to meet in Elk Grove for lunch a Noodles &amp; Co turned into a full-blown road trip. Despite our many stops along the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/7609365051923937687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=7609365051923937687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/7609365051923937687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/7609365051923937687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/09/non-labor-day.html' title='Non-Labor Day!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/TIWGDZ4MrOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/k1W1KwrVW_4/s72-c/ocean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-6300435485427358260</id><published>2010-08-04T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:18:05.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog-</title><summary type='text'>It's been a good week. Last weekend I house-sat for some good friends, and even though I had to work Saturday, it was a nice little staycation! I'm one of those people that can go and go for a long time, but I need my time to do nothing but sleep and watch the Food Network, too! (BTW, anyone watching NFNS?? Team Aarti!!) I missed my dog, so it was nice to get back home. I'd be lying if I said I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/6300435485427358260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=6300435485427358260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/6300435485427358260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/6300435485427358260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog.html' title='Blog-'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-8114436393222869005</id><published>2010-07-21T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:12:40.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Socially dysfunctional...</title><summary type='text'>I've changed so much. Weird way to start a blog-- I know! I don't know what else to say. I feel like we're in a day and age where it's so easy to be social. Everyone is a text, voicemail, or facebook away. 10 years ago, that would be a dream, but it's my 27 year-old nightmare! I feel overwhelmed by it all. By the pressure. By the inability to ignore anything (or anyone) because of the many ways </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/8114436393222869005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=8114436393222869005' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/8114436393222869005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/8114436393222869005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/07/socially-dysfunctional.html' title='Socially dysfunctional...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-4825557456542085798</id><published>2010-06-13T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T11:35:51.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G Double O D Good.</title><summary type='text'>Busy. That sums up my last month pretty well. I started a new job, am still doing my old one, still looking for a house, fostering two kittens, and still trying to find time to sleep, and spend more then 30 seconds a day with Matt. It's been a challenge. I'm definitely not bored-- so that's a great thing! Matt took a day off last Wednesday, and I have Wednesday of every week off, so we took a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/4825557456542085798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=4825557456542085798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4825557456542085798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4825557456542085798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/06/g-double-o-d-good.html' title='G Double O D Good.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/TBUkuKJ5Z2I/AAAAAAAAARo/p6JKq4JvxAg/s72-c/SFLimo-Santa-Cruz-Tour-Boardwalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-3789622016758147509</id><published>2010-06-05T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T19:24:30.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I just don't have the energy to *really* blog today...</title><summary type='text'>I'm stealing today's blog from my good cyber friend, Erin! Thanks Erin! :-)Favorite thing to do on vacation: Sleep. After I'm well rested I love to explore by foot. Exploring by car freaks me out because I get very lost very quickly. I also enjoy the pool/spa if we're staying in a hotel!Favorite thing to do when there isn't anything planned: Blogging, reading, goofing off on the Iphone, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/3789622016758147509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=3789622016758147509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3789622016758147509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3789622016758147509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/06/because-i-just-dont-have-energy-to.html' title='Because I just don&apos;t have the energy to *really* blog today...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-3319525685446843777</id><published>2010-05-23T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:57:20.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a few of my favorite things...</title><summary type='text'>Doesn't that just make you want to break out in song?? It makes me want to throw on some PJ'sand lay on the couch and watch the entire movie!Ok, here it goes!Space Saver Bags:I'm a skeptic, but I've had strangely good luck with infomercial items. The Space Saver bags did not disappoint! All of mine and Matt's winter clothes, and jackets in 2 flattened bags! I wasn't sure what to do with them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/3319525685446843777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=3319525685446843777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3319525685446843777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3319525685446843777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/05/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These are a few of my favorite things...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/S_msbMLd8LI/AAAAAAAAARQ/jeRWKKPSu0Y/s72-c/space.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-1397670984130798756</id><published>2010-05-15T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:15:23.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complexity...</title><summary type='text'>I want to be happy. I want to be successful at the right things. I want a life of love. I want fond memories. I want peace. I want hope. I want a joyful heart. I want a family. I want to do the right thing by others. I want to live a good life. My question is: Who doesn't? Who wouldn't want to live a good, happy life?I know we all make choices that are against what we really do believe. We've all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/1397670984130798756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=1397670984130798756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1397670984130798756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1397670984130798756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/05/complexity.html' title='Complexity...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/S-9R3kXlxaI/AAAAAAAAARI/yFldAaAM14A/s72-c/complexity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-5399117965384616173</id><published>2010-05-10T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:31:34.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cracked...</title><summary type='text'>I've been trying my hardest to give up caffeine! I did so well for weeks, but today ::EPIC FAIL:: (That was for you, Sarah Y.!). Yes, I went to Starbucks on my way to the DMV, and enjoyed every single sip of my extra-hot, non-fat, vanilla latte! Mmmmm!  It turned my stomach into a hot pit of sugary goodness! De-light-ful! Of course, now my heart is crazily beating out of my chest-- which is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/5399117965384616173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=5399117965384616173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5399117965384616173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5399117965384616173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cracked.html' title='I cracked...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-5899991861510186422</id><published>2010-05-03T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:13:31.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+/-</title><summary type='text'>+ The perfect pair of jeans. They were $10 at Marshals, and buy far the best $10 investment I've ever made.- Adult acne. I have more acne now then I ever did as a teen. I've tried a million different treatments and am still getting break-outs. What gives? + Looking forward to getting away for our anniversary. Can't believe it's been 3 years! - Allergy season--yuck! + House shopping.- HOUSE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/5899991861510186422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=5899991861510186422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5899991861510186422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5899991861510186422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='+/-'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-1915174543590686847</id><published>2010-04-28T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:41:02.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canvas</title><summary type='text'>I've needed a change. Sure, changing the look of my blog is a small step, but a step nonetheless, right? Ah. I love blues and whites right now. Refreshing. The black was starting to look like the core of my lackluster wardrobe. However, that is an entirely different blog for another day! I've had a lot to think about as of recent. Making plans, and decisions. Dreaming about future days. I'm a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/1915174543590686847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=1915174543590686847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1915174543590686847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1915174543590686847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/04/canvas.html' title='Canvas'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/S9j_bGytObI/AAAAAAAAARA/rrg1-QH8Kb4/s72-c/blank-canvas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-3172880145572219912</id><published>2010-04-18T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:51:56.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With my life you have been so kind...</title><summary type='text'>It happened. Not only did it happen, but it made me sort of laugh. I heard my first "Sarah walked away from God" rumor. Huh. Of course, it was from someone that doesn't even really know me-- which is to be expected. It's been almost 5 months since I've been to church-- not counting Easter with my sis-in-law. It's been a tough road, but I don't think I would trade it for anything. While I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/3172880145572219912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=3172880145572219912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3172880145572219912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3172880145572219912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/04/with-my-life-you-have-been-so-kind.html' title='With my life you have been so kind...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-2111565831075251807</id><published>2010-04-05T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:26:15.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More then life?</title><summary type='text'>Easter was different this year. Matt had to work, so I hung out with his family, and spent most of my day in tears. I just don't fit in with them. I was fortunate enough to have a lovely extended family that just said no to drama-- especially during the holidays. My mom, dad, and sister didn't follow the "no drama" policy, but I spent each and every holiday with extended family. Thankfully. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/2111565831075251807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=2111565831075251807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2111565831075251807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2111565831075251807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-then-life.html' title='More then life?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/S7p_iQ07JnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/42E139G1Esc/s72-c/eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-607751262955666609</id><published>2010-03-08T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:21:42.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of privacy...</title><summary type='text'>There's not a whole lot of privacy when it comes to Blogging. Or Facebook, or pretty much any other social networking hoopla. They are all geared to get people to "share". I'm all for sharing. In fact, I think if more of us would share, less of us would be afraid to be honest. With that being said, there are things I don't share. Things that I have no problem keeping to myself. They aren't things</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/607751262955666609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=607751262955666609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/607751262955666609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/607751262955666609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/03/art-of-privacy.html' title='The art of privacy...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/S5YEeDkgZSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/C5HiJB-zjrk/s72-c/privacy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-2368784017668497172</id><published>2010-03-01T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:53:40.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines, Rob Bell, and MRSA infections...</title><summary type='text'> A beautiful Golden Gate Sunset!Whew, I really did mean to blog this two weeks ago, but life sort of got in the way. Matt and I spent Valentines Day in San Francisco. We had tickets to see Rob Bell on the 15th, so decided we'd just stay the night in the City and make a little overnight trip of it. I booked a hotel in the Fisherman's Wharf area, so we mostly hung around within walking distance of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/2368784017668497172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=2368784017668497172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2368784017668497172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2368784017668497172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/03/valentines-rob-bell-and-mrsa-infections.html' title='Valentines, Rob Bell, and MRSA infections...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/S4xwXdtLBmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_L4uuk0nESQ/s72-c/Picture+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-3222103147040440734</id><published>2010-02-11T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:23:01.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday, Baby, Rob Bell and Feeling Famished.</title><summary type='text'>                                      (Matt makes funny faces in 90% of pictures I take)Before getting sick, we celebrated Matt's 28th birthday. It was low-key, but we did our normal "Birthday Donut" tradition. Birthday donut started when I was working in radio through the end of college. I was out in random clubs until all hours doing remotes, and would come home exhausted. I was on my way home </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/3222103147040440734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=3222103147040440734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3222103147040440734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3222103147040440734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/02/birthday-baby-rob-bell-and-feeling.html' title='Birthday, Baby, Rob Bell and Feeling Famished.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/S3Q1VfR7jfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/OXPgpw8QKvA/s72-c/HPIM3015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-2399394081940406525</id><published>2010-02-01T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:17:22.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little scary!</title><summary type='text'>Holy cow have I been getting sick! Usually I wake up with a terrible sore throat, and then am sick for a week. this has happened about 5-6 times over the last few months. I had been mildly concerned, but figured I was just getting the normal seasonal illnesses that have been going around.Last week my string of illnesses became slightly scary. I hung out with a friend, and by the time I got home I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/2399394081940406525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=2399394081940406525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2399394081940406525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2399394081940406525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-scary.html' title='A little scary!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-671173469932713706</id><published>2010-01-28T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:36:23.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matty B.</title><summary type='text'>It's no secret. My husband is simply amazing! Because of this said amazingness, and his 28th birthday (tomorrow),  it's only appropriate that I dedicate today's blog, my 200th, to him.My heart is filled with so much love for my husband. A love that grows daily. He's not just my husband. He was never just my boyfriend. He is my very best friend. I know very well how wonderfully blessed I am to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/671173469932713706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=671173469932713706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/671173469932713706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/671173469932713706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/01/matty-b.html' title='Matty B.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/S2HK9CEZi4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/V8j8fqvavdY/s72-c/I+heart+paint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-2589567093639280391</id><published>2010-01-24T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:30:05.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm no Superman.</title><summary type='text'>Matt and I caught a new episode of Scrubs, and I'm sad to say, it's a dud! Take away Zach Braff, and most of the original cast, add a bunch of new people, and change the theme song, and you have an entirely different show. We were not impressed! In other TV news, we're also mourning the loss of Conan O'Brien! We like Jay Leno, but MOVE ON! Now what Late night show are we going to watch?? What a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/2589567093639280391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=2589567093639280391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2589567093639280391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2589567093639280391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-no-superman.html' title='I&apos;m no Superman.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-2362657709458387362</id><published>2010-01-20T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:28:45.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting.</title><summary type='text'>I've been so hesitant to do this. We have to find a new Church. It's been a rough few years church-wise, and we've been avoiding what we've needed to do for those few years. After being hurt the way Matt and I were hurt, many people have asked why we would continue to go somewhere where that happened. I became a Christian there. I grew in my walk with God, was mentored, served with all my heart </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/2362657709458387362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=2362657709458387362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2362657709458387362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2362657709458387362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/01/hunting.html' title='Hunting.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/S1f0CbMf8UI/AAAAAAAAAN4/y-W7z8sQp6M/s72-c/cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-3752581497513683777</id><published>2010-01-18T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:54:27.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwbacks.</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, Matt got an email on Facebook. We happened to be chatting while he logged on, and noticed he had a new message. His reaction was pretty priceless. This e-mail was from a girl in Matt's past.  She wasn't a girlfriend, but wanted to be. She was actually quite awful to him, using Christian manipulation to try to get him to date her. Right before Matt and I got married, this girl, who had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/3752581497513683777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=3752581497513683777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3752581497513683777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3752581497513683777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/01/throwbacks.html' title='Throwbacks.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/S1SSDP0zHMI/AAAAAAAAANw/fTktz69BRcE/s72-c/no-drama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-8391723413691352051</id><published>2010-01-11T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:39:24.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaotic scribbles of a whiteout sniffing dreamer.</title><summary type='text'>When I have nothing else, I have hope. Hope for a life less ordinary. Sometimes for a life more ordinary. Hope for more order, and less chaos. Hope for happiness and joy, and that one day I'll have more faith, and less anxiety Hope that the simplistic way of life will always be the most attractive to me. I sometimes lack in the hope department. Not because I don't want to be hopeful, but because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/8391723413691352051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=8391723413691352051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/8391723413691352051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/8391723413691352051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/01/chaotic-scribbles-of-whiteout-sniffing.html' title='Chaotic scribbles of a whiteout sniffing dreamer.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/S0wK5zc3rEI/AAAAAAAAANo/aMp4pH-J0bM/s72-c/butterflies_in_my_stomach_by_bee_ee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-4156120386702300734</id><published>2010-01-10T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:50:26.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party time, excellent!</title><summary type='text'>It has been party crazy the last couple of days! I spent Friday night hanging out with six 11 year old girls at Rachel Thompson's birthday slumber party. While I played the role of co-chaperone, I still managed to have fun. The highlight of the night being when Rachel's mom, Laura, and neighbor, Debbie, arranged for Debbie's son to come and scare the girls. Imagine the horrific screams of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/4156120386702300734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=4156120386702300734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4156120386702300734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4156120386702300734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/01/party-time-excellent.html' title='Party time, excellent!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/S0p01S6_e7I/AAAAAAAAANg/-O6VaVHD5dg/s72-c/party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-7819330878184637835</id><published>2010-01-03T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:04:50.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Germs.</title><summary type='text'> Germs are everywhere. Not like I didn't know this, but in the last 6 months I have been sick with flus, colds, sinus infections, stomach bugs, tonsil infections and ear infections. It's been a never-ending battle to stay healthy. I find this not only kind of disturbing, but surprising as well. I'm slightly germ-a-phobic. I know that being too germ-a-phobic can be bad for your immune system, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/7819330878184637835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=7819330878184637835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/7819330878184637835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/7819330878184637835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/01/germs.html' title='Germs.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/S0EdU3oPPCI/AAAAAAAAANY/aziJnvevRNc/s72-c/germs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-936066878650677352</id><published>2010-01-01T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:36:04.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringin' in.</title><summary type='text'>Matt and I spent New Years Eve playing rock band, eating In-n-Out, drinking Austi and Pomegranate Sparkling Cider, and watching shows about Polygamy with Laura, and Eric. I would post pictures of this festive night, but I looked quite horrible in all of them. Of  course, as the night went on, I realized that I just wasn't feeling well, and so we decided to head  home. I woke up this morning with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/936066878650677352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=936066878650677352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/936066878650677352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/936066878650677352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2010/01/ringin-in.html' title='Ringin&apos; in.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/Sz6-FYibFtI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8Ty4aGlS5x8/s72-c/happy_new_year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-1199949613484193590</id><published>2009-12-30T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:41:50.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very Hardy birthday.</title><summary type='text'>I love my Jenny! No, really, LOVE her! She has been one of my best friends for years. The friend I can *always* be honest with. She's beautiful. Probably has the best personality, and best sense of humor of anyone I've ever known. Seriously. We spent the day together today, celebrating her birthday over Butcher Shoppe sandwiches, and Safeway cupcakes. Delish! We also hit the Galt flea market, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/1199949613484193590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=1199949613484193590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1199949613484193590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1199949613484193590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-hardy-birthday.html' title='A very Hardy birthday.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SzxFOVHSMwI/AAAAAAAAANI/V2weyUwWgho/s72-c/sarjen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-3491938410507430586</id><published>2009-12-28T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:43:17.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmed.</title><summary type='text'>I don't always know the best way to process things, but I try to just take things as they come. Going away with Matt helped so much. I can't explain the peaceful feeling in my heart. Before we left, I felt unshakable anxiousness. In fact, I had a horrible panic attack in the middle of Target, so badly that the cashier was really worried about me. My hands were shaking so badly that I could hardly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/3491938410507430586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=3491938410507430586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3491938410507430586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3491938410507430586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/12/confirmed.html' title='Confirmed.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-793575183937480000</id><published>2009-12-26T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:35:11.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission accomplished!</title><summary type='text'>Our Christmas was beautiful! Matt and I left the afternoon of Christmas eve, and headed to chilly Truckee, CA for some rest, relaxation, and reflection. We needed to get away so badly, and God seriously paved the way! Every single detail worked out flawlessly! We rented a nice condo that overlooked downtown Truckee. Their downtown area is so classy. The streets are lined with trees, adorned with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/793575183937480000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=793575183937480000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/793575183937480000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/793575183937480000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/12/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission accomplished!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/Szb6ErbrzEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/NmhIRrPpl0A/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-7672874572405118475</id><published>2009-12-20T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:54:01.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When my world is shaking, heaven stands.</title><summary type='text'>Life is so temporary. The trials, and the hardships, and the pain. Just a bleep on the radar screen. This song has been my anthem the last few days. I feel like my heart has written these words a million times over. I just need to have faith that He will indeed "set all things right" in His time. I know that he will, but I lose sight of that so often. Of course, now the task is figuring out what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/7672874572405118475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=7672874572405118475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/7672874572405118475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/7672874572405118475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-my-world-is-shaking-heaven-stands.html' title='When my world is shaking, heaven stands.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-5226635970630723722</id><published>2009-12-18T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:34:25.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prisencolinensinainciusol!</title><summary type='text'>This is so amazing! Basically the story goes that this Italian singer/songwriter wrote this song to sound like English, using English phonetics. In reality, it's all gibberish! So I guess now I know how hard it might be to learn English! Insanity! I may or may not have listened to this 5 times today... ;-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/5226635970630723722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=5226635970630723722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5226635970630723722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5226635970630723722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/12/prisencolinensinainciusol.html' title='Prisencolinensinainciusol!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-6935957919800574105</id><published>2009-12-16T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:35:29.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Christmas!!</title><summary type='text'>Matt and I have been talking for the last two weeks about going out of town for Christmas. We really need a vacation, and with the amount of family drama going on, we really needed out! We debated between going to a beachy place, or the snow. I've always dreamed of a white Christmas, and Matt thought it would be fun to be in "snow country" too! We started shopping for cabin rentals, and developed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/6935957919800574105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=6935957919800574105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/6935957919800574105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/6935957919800574105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/12/white-christmas.html' title='White Christmas!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SynfJ5_kchI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/al-Ut9J8coE/s72-c/donner.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-2765837896074222086</id><published>2009-12-11T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:15:56.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Guilty Pleasures</title><summary type='text'> Isn't this the coolest bathtub ever? I want it! :-)Alright, so I've been posting a lot of "heavy" blogs. I want to lighten it up a bit!10. Being alone. It doesn't happen very often, but I may or may not occasionally encourage people out of the house for a few minutes of "me" time. I'm most productive when I'm alone. Sometimes I crank up the music and do housework, lay on the couch and watch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/2765837896074222086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=2765837896074222086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2765837896074222086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2765837896074222086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/12/ten-guilty-pleasures.html' title='Ten Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SyKh0DznhqI/AAAAAAAAAME/WvFZY2pV5Mg/s72-c/bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-2545202020037937948</id><published>2009-12-10T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:34:55.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting it off.</title><summary type='text'>"If your hand or your foot gets in the way of God, chop it off and throw it away. You're better off maimed or lame and alive than the proud owners of two hands and two feet, godless in a furnace of eternal fire. And if your eye distracts you from God, pull it out and throw it away. You're better off one-eyed and alive than exercising your twenty-twenty vision from inside the fire of hell."Oh the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/2545202020037937948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=2545202020037937948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2545202020037937948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2545202020037937948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/12/cutting-it-off.html' title='Cutting it off.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-1915558438913576958</id><published>2009-12-06T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:17:46.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted...</title><summary type='text'>Someone help me! I am so addicted to Starbucks! Oh comfort food, how I adore thee! Tonight I hung out with Lexie, and Tessa and walked around Target drinking this- The Caramel Brulee Latte. Heavenly! No, I still cannot justify spending $4 on a cup of coffee, but $4 for a little slice of heaven seems reasonable enough! ;-) It's a good thing! Plus, after taking two 3-hour naps today (still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/1915558438913576958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=1915558438913576958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1915558438913576958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1915558438913576958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/12/addicted.html' title='Addicted...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/Sxt0lT_AzhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/68jL7KV1flY/s72-c/Caramel+Brulee+Latte_638_2432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-962414011848115023</id><published>2009-12-01T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T04:18:12.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grout.</title><summary type='text'>I spent the day with my good friend Sarah today. She and her husband just got a new house, so we were grouting her new tile floor. I love Sarah! She brings perspective to my life! She and I are so much alike, yet so different at the same time. We come from two different church experiences, but both had somewhat similar upbringings. So we understand each-other. It's always nice to have someone to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/962414011848115023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=962414011848115023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/962414011848115023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/962414011848115023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/12/grout.html' title='Grout.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SxZaCeneKdI/AAAAAAAAAL0/dhfVHI8s4rI/s72-c/NON_SHRINK_GROUT_nsgroutsbdcon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-1495950722801588183</id><published>2009-11-30T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:57:41.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing!</title><summary type='text'>This is slightly impressive!;-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/1495950722801588183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=1495950722801588183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1495950722801588183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1495950722801588183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/11/amazing.html' title='Amazing!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-9140426103468346770</id><published>2009-11-28T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T10:46:14.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better...</title><summary type='text'>I feel better today. I just have to remind myself daily that some people aren't worth my time, or energy. I can't say I'm not angry, because I am. Sadly, some people are just selfish, and it doesn't matter how much you give if all they're willing to do is take, and then twist what you give into something it's not. I know who I am, and what my intentions are, and I'm not going to let one sadly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/9140426103468346770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=9140426103468346770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/9140426103468346770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/9140426103468346770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/11/better.html' title='Better...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-1771324737965098517</id><published>2009-11-27T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:39:29.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfair.</title><summary type='text'>I was accused of being unfair tonight. It doesn't matter that the person that told me that has said horrible things to me, and about me. Has made me question myself, my motives, my intentions, my heart.  Has turned other people against me because of his own crap. SO basically, I'm unfair because after years of being hurt by him, I got angry enough to say something. And then when he said that my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1771324737965098517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1771324737965098517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/11/unfair.html' title='Unfair.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/Sw-sTqgAeoI/AAAAAAAAALk/xXUG8XQbrog/s72-c/UnfairLogo01.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-6719464125747122414</id><published>2009-11-18T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:28:14.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditional.</title><summary type='text'>My favorite time of year is here! Cool weather, leaves changing and falling, rain, and of course, the holidays. I already feel this anxiousness, and anticipation about Thanksgiving and Christmas! Some of my fondest memories are waking up Christmas morning, and having breakfast with my Aunt and Uncle, Grandmother, and cousins. Going around the room, and opening gifts one by one. The whole family </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/6719464125747122414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=6719464125747122414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/6719464125747122414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/6719464125747122414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/11/traditional.html' title='Traditional.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SwTze9QzskI/AAAAAAAAALc/fWaBcCWhZn0/s72-c/christmas+balls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-5188027463049873691</id><published>2009-11-16T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:27:15.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time coming...</title><summary type='text'>I haven't forgotten about blogging. In fact, I've sat here and typed a million times, and then never published one. Most of the times words are easy for me, but they've become harder for me in more recent days. I can't describe how much I love our little family. My husband and my dog. My most peaceful moments are laying in bed, talking to Matt, with our sweet dog laying at our feet (or on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/5188027463049873691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=5188027463049873691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5188027463049873691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5188027463049873691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-time-coming.html' title='Long time coming...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-8212321769151201184</id><published>2009-09-29T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:03:33.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging break...</title><summary type='text'>If you follow my blog, then you know it's been awhile. Not for lack of things to say, but mostly too many things to say, but that are hard to put into words. So without getting into too much, things I've been thinking/learning:That bad things happen to good people. Sometimes really bad things happen to really good people with no real explanation.That I didn't know what faith was until some of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/8212321769151201184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=8212321769151201184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/8212321769151201184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/8212321769151201184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogging-break.html' title='Blogging break...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-4503829425608417437</id><published>2009-07-31T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:03:08.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If it makes you happy...</title><summary type='text'>Oh how these things have made me happy today! A very happy dog enjoying the warm sunshine. A plethora of flip-flops that were not able to sway a purchase out of me. A pretty garden flower. A garden tomato ripening on the vine.... yum! A pot of VERY thirsty basil! An almost empty laundry basket My 3rd (!!) jar of sun tea this week!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/4503829425608417437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=4503829425608417437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4503829425608417437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4503829425608417437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-it-makes-you-happy.html' title='If it makes you happy...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SnNLjmStv_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/4n_2hWqIdtw/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-5785462742641783794</id><published>2009-07-03T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:42:02.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><summary type='text'> My mind is always running. I can't seem to get it to stop. Sometimes it's good because I can think things through, and figure things out rather easily before the stress factor ensures. It's also a huge pain because too much thinking often times leads to too little sleep, and leaves me feeling frustrated about things I can't change. Hence blogging at 1am. I'm tired, I'm spent and I still can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/5785462742641783794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=5785462742641783794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5785462742641783794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5785462742641783794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/Sk3ESJdYw4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/17HhAAu9194/s72-c/in%2520my%2520mind%2520small%2520file.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-4113972327301814998</id><published>2009-06-30T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:54:41.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons...</title><summary type='text'>You make Kiwi Lemonade!! This recipe is fantastic, and a good ending to a bad day... like the one I had today! ;-)Kiwi LemonadeWhat you need:6 kiwi fruits1 cup sugar3/4 cup lemon juice1 liter carbonated water, chilledWhat to do1. Peel kiwi. Puree peeled fruit in blender container. Strain mixture through a fine-mesh wire strainer placed over a bowl. Discard seeds (some may remain).2.In a large </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/4113972327301814998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=4113972327301814998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4113972327301814998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4113972327301814998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html' title='When life gives you lemons...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/Skrrr0q82RI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KGjlWGZVuX0/s72-c/kiwi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-724895534420921796</id><published>2009-06-23T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:37:11.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Community Gardening...</title><summary type='text'>I love gardening! It's a fairly new hobby of mine, but one that I consider to be fun and productive. I started my very first veggie garden last spring, and was delighted when I could actually see the fruits (and veggies) of my labor. It also coincided with my decision to be a vegetarian, so it was nice to have fresh food a small harvest away. Planting my garden got me thinking about how I could "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/724895534420921796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=724895534420921796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/724895534420921796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/724895534420921796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/06/community-gardening.html' title='Community Gardening...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SkG7X705sbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/n6L7OZiVx8k/s72-c/Community%2520Garden%25204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-5721991785415014480</id><published>2009-06-23T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:36:14.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Giving Tree-- Read by Brennan Manning</title><summary type='text'>This book has always made me cry. This video was no different...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/5721991785415014480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=5721991785415014480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5721991785415014480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5721991785415014480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/06/giving-tree-read-by-brennan-manning.html' title='The Giving Tree-- Read by Brennan Manning'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-3251553743302068953</id><published>2009-06-22T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:56:39.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brunch, high school, limpy the dog, and diet update!</title><summary type='text'>Today was great! Normally I dread Father's day, and Mother's day too. Not because I'm anti-parental days, but because I don't have anyone to celebrate them with. My dad died when I was 19, and my mom and I haven't said a word to one another in about 4 years. Considering both days fall on a Sunday, it makes them extra difficult because you get to sit in church with families that look like they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/3251553743302068953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=3251553743302068953' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3251553743302068953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3251553743302068953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/06/brunch-high-school-limpy-dog-and-diet.html' title='brunch, high school, limpy the dog, and diet update!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/Sj83v2Z_YsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3XEFJ1jJfE4/s72-c/Picture+180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-6683418622607547915</id><published>2009-06-16T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:47:35.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-10lbs+$400= a bittersweet day...</title><summary type='text'>Down 10lbs as of today... and I'm SO excited about it. It's a small milestone, and I have a long way to go, but it's a start, and exactly what I needed to keep me going. I'm not sure why I'm losing so quickly now... Usually it's tough for me to lose only a few pounds, but this came off pretty quickly. I've been taking a ton of vitamins, so maybe it's helping my sad little thyroid along. I'm not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/6683418622607547915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=6683418622607547915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/6683418622607547915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/6683418622607547915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/06/10lbs400-bittersweet-day.html' title='-10lbs+$400= a bittersweet day...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SjdOBKzXKDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9CRTuFMT6s8/s72-c/feet-on-a-scale-744221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-4992268737655341408</id><published>2009-06-13T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:14:49.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't have to live like this....</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever just wanted to go up to someone in your life, put your hands on their shoulders, look into their eyes and say "you don't have to live like this!"? I go through this daily. I often say things like "I'm surrounded by crazy people". You might agree. However, I'm seeing more and more that I am surrounded by broken people. People that have made bad choices, and are fully reaping what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/4992268737655341408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=4992268737655341408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4992268737655341408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4992268737655341408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-dont-have-to-live-like-this.html' title='You don&apos;t have to live like this....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SjNt1bDxd9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/kV8CNPRs630/s72-c/NO.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-6111135390181717725</id><published>2009-06-12T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:33:34.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how she reminds me of me!</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm a huge Scrubs fan! Matt and I constantly laugh at Elliott, mostly because she reminds both of us so much of, well, me. I mean, screwed up family, lets people push her around, sensitive, and blah blah blah! So needless to say, my favorite clip is the "Elliott Transformation"! Love it! She finally growns a backbone... yay!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/6111135390181717725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=6111135390181717725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/6111135390181717725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/6111135390181717725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-how-she-reminds-me-of-me.html' title='Oh how she reminds me of me!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-8894888577137835051</id><published>2009-06-09T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:06:40.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treading Lightly--Take two!</title><summary type='text'> Well, if you follow my blog, you know that I've made several attempts to get healthy, only to be derailed time and time again by random happenings in my life, and my own negative self-talk. I lost around 12lbs a few months ago, and have managed to keep it off, which is good. I'm finally getting back on track now, and though it has proven to be even more difficult then last time, I'm doing ok. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/8894888577137835051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=8894888577137835051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/8894888577137835051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/8894888577137835051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/06/treading-lightly-take-two.html' title='Treading Lightly--Take two!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/Si6glYM9fdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JCsbssRFjJs/s72-c/feet-on-a-scale-744221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-4446720828331926441</id><published>2009-05-23T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T03:45:01.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite Me!!</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I need to do this blog tonight! Excuse me while I gripe! :-)Bite me: Insomnia! Seriously, it's 3:23am, and I haven't been able to fall asleep at all! I have to be up at 7am! Go the heck away, and let me get some sleep! You annoy me!Bite me: Cat that always sleeps on my car. Not only am I tired of my car having cat hair stuck to it, but I saw the scratch marks on my trunk, and I'm not happy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/4446720828331926441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=4446720828331926441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4446720828331926441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4446720828331926441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/05/bite-me.html' title='Bite Me!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-6145294788080688477</id><published>2009-05-19T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:36:53.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because there is more to me then being "nice"</title><summary type='text'>I've decided that I hate being the "nice" girl. It's such a struggle for me. I am friendly by nature. However, I wish so much that I had a backbone. Lately, I feel like the life has been sucked out of me. I don't know how I'm suppose to be giving and giving when I feel like I really have nothing to give.It's so hard knowing that people like you for what you can do for them, and not because they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/6145294788080688477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=6145294788080688477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/6145294788080688477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/6145294788080688477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-there-is-more-to-me-then-being.html' title='Because there is more to me then being &quot;nice&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/ShJvXsWxnpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W98FgExaq14/s72-c/nice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-5476805399451362751</id><published>2009-05-04T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:29:35.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving your enemies...</title><summary type='text'> I've decided to make a conscious effort to really love my "enemies". This is no easy task for me. I love people, but I also trust few, and once someone has broken that trust it's VERY hard for me to be around them, talk to them, and ESPECIALLY to love them. I hate conflict, so usually I'd rather stay away from it, then to be in a relationship where it will come up often.I know that I don't have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/5476805399451362751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=5476805399451362751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5476805399451362751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5476805399451362751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/05/loving-your-enimies.html' title='Loving your enemies...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/Sf_AVg2UP3I/AAAAAAAAAII/bkmGp0r4WgI/s72-c/loveyourenemy-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-4991380337785316803</id><published>2009-04-22T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:30:38.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worlds Apart...Jars of Clay...</title><summary type='text'>I was listening to this song driving home tonight, and the lyrics seem to always "hit" me at the best time. Especially this last part of the song. I believe these are absolute feelings of brokenness. The kind of brokenness where you have no choice but to depend on God. I can't even breathe when I hear this part.I look beyond the empty crossforgetting what my life has costand wipe away the crimson</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/4991380337785316803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=4991380337785316803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4991380337785316803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4991380337785316803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/04/worlds-apartjars-of-clay.html' title='Worlds Apart...Jars of Clay...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-3747855349758524913</id><published>2009-04-19T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:57:11.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homemaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chores'/><title type='text'>words to clean by....</title><summary type='text'>I don't really mind cleaning too much, with one exception-dishes (ugh)... Through the years I've developed my little motivation methods. For instance, I have to be dressed for the day, no Pj's or any super comfy clothes. Dressed for the day is including shoes, real shoes--not flip flops. Not sure why, but having tennis shoes on give me an extra burst of energy! I also have to pull out everything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/3747855349758524913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=3747855349758524913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3747855349758524913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3747855349758524913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/04/words-to-clean-by.html' title='words to clean by....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SeusQXP2gCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jeiaiyRIavc/s72-c/cleaning.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-233789196253351675</id><published>2009-04-18T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:57:33.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 mile diet. Could you do it?</title><summary type='text'>I've been a local food advocate for quite a while. There are many many advantages to a local living lifestyle, like being able to talk to a farmer face to face about the use of pesticides, and knowing that your food didn't come from a country that has laws even more lax then ours about the use of pesticides on our food. Another advantage is that many local farms use organic growing methods, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/233789196253351675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=233789196253351675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/233789196253351675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/233789196253351675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/04/100-mile-diet-could-you-do-it.html' title='100 mile diet. Could you do it?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/Seo-SWFvv-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z-suEFUQRcs/s72-c/header.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-202534523185172909</id><published>2009-04-17T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:39:38.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillow-blog</title><summary type='text'>It's 1Pm and I'm cozy in my bed. I know, it sounds SUPER lazy, but I've needed this day for months. I'm doing some work, Im-ing some friends, and watching daytime TV, all in my Pj's, dog sleeping at my feet, with cookies and milk... ha ha! I NEVER get days like this! Plus, Our Lap-top was fixed yesterday in perfect time for my "PJ day"! I say it was Divine intervention. I have something to do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/202534523185172909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=202534523185172909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/202534523185172909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/202534523185172909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/04/pillow-blog.html' title='Pillow-blog'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/Sejo6y_wQsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rACJ1Axdfwk/s72-c/home_20080704_pillow_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-2932233362853484647</id><published>2009-04-16T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:00:07.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poli-ticks.</title><summary type='text'> I'm really not a fan of politics. Interested-sure. Like-nope. I think that being a Christian makes it really tough. Maybe not the "act" of being a Christian, but the pressure from other Christians to vote for the "Godly" thing. Sadly, most Christians have a different viewpoint of what "godly" is. Sure, pro-life is biblical, but so many of the other "issues" really have no clear-cut solutions. Or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/2932233362853484647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=2932233362853484647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2932233362853484647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2932233362853484647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/04/poli-ticks.html' title='Poli-ticks.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SegMW0octcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Z7h0oSZar0s/s72-c/Barack_Obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-2101324387619924794</id><published>2009-04-11T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:34:57.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>"What Now?" Saturday...</title><summary type='text'>Today is my favorite day of the year. I know, it sounds a little crazy. The Easter season has many different days of significance. There is Ash Wednesday the kick off for the season of Lint. There is Palm Sunday, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday and then Easter Sunday (which also marks the end of the season of Lint.)Yesterday was good Friday. Our church does a service and it's always packed. What </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/2101324387619924794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=2101324387619924794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2101324387619924794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2101324387619924794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-now-saturday.html' title='&quot;What Now?&quot; Saturday...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-1253145705559830242</id><published>2009-04-06T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:35:58.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Yawn*</title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling better then I did in my last post. I notice that when I take a break from our insane families, that I feel much much better. Matt and I have been spending extra time together, and it really does help. Because we've had so much on our plates lately, it seems like the only time we see each other is when we crawl into bed at night. It's getting better though, we just have to make sure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/1253145705559830242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=1253145705559830242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1253145705559830242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/1253145705559830242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/04/yawn.html' title='*Yawn*'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SdqtmeR_nuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jCW2WNPlMck/s72-c/Hippo-Yawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-4017610137136148263</id><published>2009-03-30T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:03:24.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get me my running shoes....</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wish Matt and I could live in a cave, away from the rest of civilization. That is so awful! I know. I know I just can't seem to get the whole "relationships with other people" thing right. Like I really do try to do the right thing by people in my life. I fail sometimes, and there are times where I'm not as good of a friend as I could be. I'll be the first to admit that. I just can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/4017610137136148263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=4017610137136148263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4017610137136148263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4017610137136148263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-me-my-running-shoes.html' title='Get me my running shoes....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SdGjorrZZsI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xUBifycnPks/s72-c/Buy-Running-Shoes-763078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-804576211218569488</id><published>2009-03-19T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:32:20.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You just can't change people...</title><summary type='text'>I give people too many chances. In in effort to learn true forgiveness, I end up letting people walk all over me. I just can't find balance between forgiveness and a backbone. I thought that time would heal the issues, and I bet sometimes it does. But I'm always going to think about the situation, and think things will never be the same. They won't be. I hate that I can't even be honest about my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/804576211218569488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=804576211218569488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/804576211218569488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/804576211218569488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-just-cant-change-people.html' title='You just can&apos;t change people...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-4129545434396224671</id><published>2009-03-13T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:25:54.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prayer of St. Patrick</title><summary type='text'>Christ be with me, Christ within me, Christ behind me, Christ before me,Christ beside me, Christ to win me, Christ to comfort and restore me. Christbeneath me, Christ above me, Christ in quiet, and in danger, Christ in hearts of all that love me, Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/4129545434396224671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=4129545434396224671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4129545434396224671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4129545434396224671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/03/prayer-of-st-patrick.html' title='The Prayer of St. Patrick'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SbqzAmjxYII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/b2Nm9ERZS7g/s72-c/saint_patricks_cathedral_catholic_armagh_stained_glass_o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-4014265550606359875</id><published>2009-03-04T13:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:56:16.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart-Seeker</title><summary type='text'>If you asked me to dig down into the pits of my heart, and tell you what my deepest desires are, you would know that I desperately want people to like me. In fact, the mere thought of rejection is enough to make me want to cry into my pillow. It's sad, and more then that, it's pathetic. I realize that. I understand that while I'm vying for the affections of people, that I end up neglecting my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/4014265550606359875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=4014265550606359875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4014265550606359875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4014265550606359875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/03/heart-seeker.html' title='Heart-Seeker'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/Sa74kLfMBoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qxGUH_D1xY8/s72-c/heart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-5860300210498979054</id><published>2009-03-02T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:09:47.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>April showers in March...</title><summary type='text'>When it rains (literally, or figuratively) I always think of the song. It's gotten me through my hardest of days. April Showers- Cademon's CallLike April Showers on the slick cementWhen I consider how our light is spentKeeping the candles inside the cathedralHold on tight, Don't go into the nightSo full of evilRain rain don't go awayWe need you this dry and dusty dayRain rain don't go awayThough </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/5860300210498979054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=5860300210498979054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5860300210498979054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5860300210498979054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/03/april-showers-in-march.html' title='April showers in March...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-2299626776846469991</id><published>2009-02-27T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:18:39.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening = Love</title><summary type='text'>I'm so excited about planting my garden this year! Last year was my first ever veggie garden. I spent hours and hours prepping the soil, pulling weeds, finding non-chemical ways to repel pests and weeds, Growing seedlings inside, and then finally transferring them outside. I was delighted when there was noticeable growth. I squealed in delight when I was able to pick my first red, vine ripened </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/2299626776846469991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=2299626776846469991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2299626776846469991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2299626776846469991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/02/gardening-love.html' title='Gardening = Love'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SaDN69QfGFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b6wUzNiDxLY/s72-c/themessageandcake442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-5016575429181499304</id><published>2009-02-25T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:00:00.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We can be negative and cynical or we can be charged and hot wired to find a way through it, over it, around it under it.</title><summary type='text'>Even though my life growing up was, well, turbulent to say the least, I always seemed to find the good in it. Sure, things were rough. Somehow though, i remained fairly thankful for what i did have. I think if I didn't, or couldn't, I would've been in trouble. Sadly, with the progression of years has come a progression of cynicism. Don't get me wrong-I'm exceedingly grateful for the things I have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/5016575429181499304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=5016575429181499304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5016575429181499304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5016575429181499304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-can-be-negative-and-cynical-or-we.html' title='We can be negative and cynical or we can be charged and hot wired to find a way through it, over it, around it under it.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SaTmOJNfweI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GV0JjdCjvGk/s72-c/idiocy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-5647243564061978933</id><published>2009-02-24T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:34:27.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lent...</title><summary type='text'>Every year I give up something for Lent. Sure, I'm not Catholic, but I think that the season of Lent can be a major learning, and growing experience. Last year I gave up texting. The year before that I gave up Starbucks. This year I think I'm going to give up laziness. Yeah, it's kind of a tough one. I just think of all of the times I could be up doing something... anything! However, I end up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/5647243564061978933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=5647243564061978933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5647243564061978933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5647243564061978933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/02/lent.html' title='lent...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SaTKAvu53_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/AsOlY-uOH3A/s72-c/ash_2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-2711715722530689870</id><published>2009-02-17T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:30:09.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrinking...</title><summary type='text'>I love that my shape is comparable to a fruit...Good news to report on the diet front, 7lbs down! Woo! It's SOOO hard for me to lose, so some people might think it's a small milestone, but for me it's awesome! I keep my dieting a secret from family, because they tend to bombard me with advice, and watch what I eat, which makes me crazy. But some of them have noticed a change in my weight, which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/2711715722530689870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=2711715722530689870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2711715722530689870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2711715722530689870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/02/shrinking.html' title='Shrinking...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SZuONtWIjQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Z5OFyzMB7b4/s72-c/pear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-3633339048203463182</id><published>2009-02-16T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:30:53.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just say it...</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever felt like you have so many things that need to be said. Weather it's talking things out with a friend because you have a dissolving relationship, or confronting a parent about things they did to hurt you. Maybe it's wanting to know where a relationship stands, but being afraid to hear the answer. Maybe it's sharing a struggle, or a secret with someone. I don't know. I just know that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/3633339048203463182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=3633339048203463182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3633339048203463182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/3633339048203463182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-say-it.html' title='Just say it...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SZovR_wj2KI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7ajVwY0IDNQ/s72-c/zipped.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-2908644276172113684</id><published>2009-02-13T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:21:42.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions Decisions...</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm officially thinking about going back to school... EEK! Considering last week I wouldn't even consider it, the more I think about it, the mores it feels like the right thing. I think that I've been jaded by the education system. 6 years to get a BA (no I wasn't a slacker, I just couldn't always take full time classes because to had to work a lot) and I honestly learned very very little. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/2908644276172113684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=2908644276172113684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2908644276172113684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2908644276172113684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/02/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions Decisions...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SZZUqffEfjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/X2WDM5pqex8/s72-c/School%252520House.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-5950753498458674870</id><published>2009-02-07T17:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:46:33.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's breakin' my heart...</title><summary type='text'>I'm sad for my husband today. All of this crazy family drama has taken it's toll on his spirit. He's been moping around for a few days now. I can't say I blame him. It's stressful, and sad, to say the least. He wants so badly for things to get better, but it's not up to him, and there's really not a whole lot he, or any of us can do about it. I think that's where the frustration lies. I'm glad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/5950753498458674870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=5950753498458674870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5950753498458674870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5950753498458674870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-breakin-my-heart.html' title='It&apos;s breakin&apos; my heart...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SY45UrnBEKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fePIYcARdqk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-2524797681012012099</id><published>2009-02-06T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:00:00.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Pray...</title><summary type='text'>If you think about Matt and I today, please just say a litte prayer for us, and our families. We've had a lot of family stress as of recent, and could use some good prayers! Thanks always for your love and friendship!!!~Sarah </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/2524797681012012099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=2524797681012012099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2524797681012012099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2524797681012012099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-pray.html' title='Just Pray...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SY0HNegQvOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SdLcR1hi3gw/s72-c/prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-83993914065916367</id><published>2009-01-21T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:08:01.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness!</title><summary type='text'>I probably shouldn't blog today. I'm not sure exactly why, but I've just been in a funk today. I find that as times goes on, my need for change grows stronger and stronger. What do I mean by "change"? Well, for one, I honestly need to move away from here. I know I keep saying that. I can't begin to explain all of the reasons why. I just feel torn down. I feel that while we do have some good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/83993914065916367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=83993914065916367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/83993914065916367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/83993914065916367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/01/madness.html' title='Madness!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SXfU3yoLwMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cWHpcdlGb10/s72-c/dysfunctional.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-4734098958337972394</id><published>2009-01-15T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:12:05.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treading lightly...</title><summary type='text'>I started a blog last July in hopes that people that struggle with their weight could join and we could support each other. Sadly, it never caught on, and so I stopped blogging on it. Well, I decided that I'm going to start blogging there again in hopes that it could form an (online) community of of support for people either struggling on their journey to health, who just started their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/4734098958337972394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=4734098958337972394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4734098958337972394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/4734098958337972394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/01/treading-lightly.html' title='Treading lightly...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SXAI6_G1cJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/y6HclYOBgY8/s72-c/feet-on-a-scale-744221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-972234800282098097</id><published>2009-01-10T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:00:01.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Kahuna</title><summary type='text'>This is probably my favorite movie scene of all time. Forgive the one (faily mild) profanity. I wish more people would think in these terms when it comes to "pitching" Jesus.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/972234800282098097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=972234800282098097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/972234800282098097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/972234800282098097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-kahuna.html' title='The Big Kahuna'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-376870918103184750</id><published>2009-01-09T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:23:56.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No sleep 'till Brooklyn...</title><summary type='text'>I didn't sleep last night. Oh how I was hoping that the 3 consecutive nights of great sleep marked the end of my troubles. Sadly, they didn't. A few of my friends have had issues with insomnia. To be honest, while I've always struggled with nightmares, I never took them all that seriously. I had preconceived notions about what they were doing to cause their sleep problems. Now I feel quite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/376870918103184750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=376870918103184750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/376870918103184750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/376870918103184750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-sleep-till-brooklyn.html' title='No sleep &apos;till Brooklyn...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SWfqkd7iuYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-mlsQFpC_XI/s72-c/RS0109~Insomniac-Sheep-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-2828784532332534158</id><published>2009-01-08T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:57:52.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My top ten song picks of 2008...</title><summary type='text'>I figured that since I'm musically obsessed, that I should post my top ten (pop) faves of Oh8 :-)10.Flo Rida F/T-Pain-LowI went to 7 weddings in 2008. This song was played at every single one! It is quite the dance tune!9. Metro Station- Shake itThis song is way too catchy. It ended up being played over and over on our trip to Disneyland. However, I do not recommend Metro Station in concert.... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/2828784532332534158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=2828784532332534158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2828784532332534158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/2828784532332534158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-top-ten-song-picks-of-2008.html' title='My top ten song picks of 2008...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SWa8_GlJ9tI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uXdf1xcmre0/s72-c/turntable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-5158608287587812487</id><published>2009-01-05T19:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:12:28.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why some of the best kind of ministry happens outside of the box (and the church)...</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so you might be thinking that the term "out of the box" has been severely overused. I agree, yet I have no other way to describe it. Maybe "out of the bag" or "beyond the norm". Whatever. In recent days, I've been really thinking about ministry. You see, I'm not involved in any sort of formal ministry. Sure, I teach Sunday school on occasion, and fill in here and there for random church </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/5158608287587812487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=5158608287587812487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5158608287587812487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/5158608287587812487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/01/reasons-why-some-of-best-kind-of.html' title='Reasons why some of the best kind of ministry happens outside of the box (and the church)...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPevxZk7jIE/SWLoF8tHEtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nA46rYNBNcs/s72-c/cardboardbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037650210380540715.post-8326295750353352445</id><published>2009-01-05T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:32:29.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year, and a new look...</title><summary type='text'>So I'm sure you've noticed that my blog has a new look! After taking at least a week to figure out how to use .xml to change my template, I finally figured it out tonight. I thought maybe a pretty blog would help me to get inspired to write more... oh yes! So enjoy the crazy loudness that is my new blog design. I love it!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/feeds/8326295750353352445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2037650210380540715&amp;postID=8326295750353352445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/8326295750353352445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2037650210380540715/posts/default/8326295750353352445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alifeinvisible.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-and-new-look.html' title='A new year, and a new look...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749178914232379735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
