<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 06:36:42 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>My humans according to Sabrina</title><description></description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>299</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-7884885325638968263</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2008 14:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-27T07:46:39.324-07:00</atom:updated><title>Final Post</title><description>This will be the final post on this blog.  It is too painful since Sabrina died on 12/25/2008.  She led a good life and no dog was ever more loved.  Some of my favorite memories of her include:&lt;br /&gt; Her penchant for drinking my coffee out of my cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kristen dressing her up in a princess hat at a birthday party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her absolute hatred of camping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her crawling around on the floor as a seal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sweet dispostion when Kristen loved/tortured her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her love of sauerkraut and her hatred of dill pickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to catch ducks flying overhead by jumping.  She missed them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina, we will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new blog is at www.ninjaandbandgeek.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-7884885325638968263?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-351853569212548583</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 21:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T14:24:50.573-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>tt</category><title>Matt and Kristen dressed up</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SUGE8US8UgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kpLIr6PGbHg/s1600-h/December+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SUGE8US8UgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kpLIr6PGbHg/s200/December+2008+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278646410030109186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SUGE77dXmfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/G7_prLIRGbc/s1600-h/December+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SUGE77dXmfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/G7_prLIRGbc/s200/December+2008+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278646403362953714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SUGE7cCX4eI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6pB2mVH974g/s1600-h/December+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SUGE7cCX4eI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6pB2mVH974g/s200/December+2008+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278646394928226786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt refused to smile as a protest for having to get dressed up.  Also including a pic of Sabrina who tried to stop me from going to work by laying on my laptop cord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-351853569212548583?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/12/matt-and-kristen-dressed-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SUGE8US8UgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kpLIr6PGbHg/s72-c/December+2008+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-1751312312606185159</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 04:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T21:59:12.897-07:00</atom:updated><title>Vent-Names have been changed to protect the innocent</title><description>Tonight was the combination band/orchestra concert.  It was the symphony band's 1st concert on stage.  Apparently once marching band season ends, the band automatically morphs into symphony band. The marching band still has one more marching activity(the Holiday parade on Sat).  I digress. The evening was already going to be rushed since Kristen (from this point on known as Diva in training or DIT.)stated she had to be up there at 6:15 and Matt had to be up there at 6:30 and Randy had a 7pm conference call(For once Randy would be the least of my problems).  When I arrived home, DIT announced she had to be there at 6pm.  Thanks for telling me.  15 minutes on this kind of evening makes a huge difference.  Ok, work on making dinner after of course washing a few pans.  DIT and her brother apparently can not do anything without being told 7,578 times.  Finally get dinner going and Bassman decides it might be nice if he took a shower. Keep in mind at this point he has been home two hours.  Can't think of that any sooner? DIT goes to get dressed.  Ask if she ate anything for dinner? Chips.  Way to go.  Making shrimp, she can eat that. Comes down dressed and has to explain the latest teenage style of wearing two shirts and the 1st one longer than the one on top.  Get the kids up to school and then find out the reason she had to be up there that early was so she and all her DIT friends can take pictures of themselves. GRRR. Get up to the concert and sit with someone from church.  Concert starts and goes fine.  Matt plays well even though most  of the orchestra pieces were not familiar.  The stage is then shifted by 5 members of the b and including suck -up- who -giggles -too -much -girl.  She is daughter of lady-who-talks-too-much. (This person and I used to be friends but ever since I stated I do not have the time to be Uber band parent, our friendship has waned and is now extinguished).&lt;br /&gt;After the concert, the jazz band was playing with cookies as refreshments.  Very nice idea since the orchestra will be selling them in Feb.  Yes, I am in fund raiser hell between the band-lollipops, Christmas plants and the orchestra-candy and stage tech-play tickets.&lt;br /&gt;They made announcement that all band parents need to pick up the plants.  I see Matt and corral him to help me.  DIT was no where to be found.  Lady-who-talks-too much made a point of telling me we have to take all of the plants we sold with us. No shit, sherlock.  The girl shows up with cookie crumbs hanging from her DIT lips.  Just great, we are taking care of her stuff while she socializes.  Did I mention that these plants were lined up on the stage and due to the stage lights were half dead by the end of the show?  One of them was so damaged that it is basically a stick with 3 pink leaves.  I guess that is my $12.50 worth.  Too bad that I wanted it for a gift.  Most of the plants were sold to people at church. I ask her where are we supposed to keep these until Sunday considering we have a dog who tries to eat the carpet on a nightly basis? Her room.  No, then the dog has no place to escape to.  I now have to drive her to school tomorrow to get rid of at least three of them.  They really are in terrible shape. They used some place in Westminster instead of a local nursery.  I hope they never use this place again. Mike's hard lemonade is kicking in.  Time to go.  If you made it this far, you deserve a medal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-1751312312606185159?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/12/vent-names-have-been-changed-to-protect.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-2188707571499268518</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 22:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T15:25:20.757-07:00</atom:updated><title>Thanksgiving</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRkH1lHOuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MjwHnJFux1s/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRkH1lHOuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MjwHnJFux1s/s200/Thanksgiving+2008+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274951149362297570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRkHqpEHNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fGoUP80yMYo/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRkHqpEHNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fGoUP80yMYo/s200/Thanksgiving+2008+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274951146426080466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRkHbgBmWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/59Eei0KX984/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRkHbgBmWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/59Eei0KX984/s200/Thanksgiving+2008+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274951142361635170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRkGsqO09I/AAAAAAAAAJk/XEdChk6mMmc/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRkGsqO09I/AAAAAAAAAJk/XEdChk6mMmc/s200/Thanksgiving+2008+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274951129787978706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRjdSZCgkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hlqOPNFUNDk/s1600-h/Copy+of+Thanksgiving+2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRjdSZCgkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hlqOPNFUNDk/s200/Copy+of+Thanksgiving+2008+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274950418361909826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRjdMF23mI/AAAAAAAAAJU/njMOBaJVmBA/s1600-h/Copy+of+Thanksgiving+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRjdMF23mI/AAAAAAAAAJU/njMOBaJVmBA/s200/Copy+of+Thanksgiving+2008+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274950416670842466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRjbtFl99I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Yj74-5LuQCM/s1600-h/Copy+of+Thanksgiving+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRjbtFl99I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Yj74-5LuQCM/s200/Copy+of+Thanksgiving+2008+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274950391168366546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRjbcp8tkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NBj3TllwASg/s1600-h/Copy+of+Thanksgiving+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRjbcp8tkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NBj3TllwASg/s200/Copy+of+Thanksgiving+2008+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274950386757449282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRjbOR9NeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wdVsCw80cTU/s1600-h/Copy+of+Thanksgiving+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRjbOR9NeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wdVsCw80cTU/s200/Copy+of+Thanksgiving+2008+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274950382898722274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRi58CixnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dZRG4A5ZT3c/s1600-h/Copy+of+Thanksgiving+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRi58CixnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dZRG4A5ZT3c/s200/Copy+of+Thanksgiving+2008+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274949811066553970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-2188707571499268518?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/STRkH1lHOuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MjwHnJFux1s/s72-c/Thanksgiving+2008+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-7635414672588357674</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 13:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-14T06:45:56.995-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sabrina</title><description>She seems to be doing ok.  She is wearing the cone of shame.  Needs warm facial soaks 3 times a day.  Vet tech said she loves it.  Not seeing it.  she is on antibiotic which is light sensitive, anti inflammatory and tagamet.  She is wearing the cone of shame which doubles as a snow shovel apparently.  Is on soft food for a while.  Loves the ID canned food.  Have to go get more. Acting more like herself-annoying which is great.  Getting stuck places because she does not take the cone into her calculations when deciding where to go.  She gets the drainage tube out Monday and then goes back on 11/25 for the stitches removal.  Should have the path report from CSU back by then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-7635414672588357674?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/11/sabrina.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-2046730249719113278</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 02:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T19:53:38.986-07:00</atom:updated><title>Halloween- Kristen</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SRzmnmzYz0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/LzTmwBJOUUo/s1600-h/Oct+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SRzmnmzYz0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/LzTmwBJOUUo/s200/Oct+2008+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268339232222007106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you my child&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-2046730249719113278?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-kristen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SRzmnmzYz0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/LzTmwBJOUUo/s72-c/Oct+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-4631081763591969831</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 03:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-20T21:38:59.549-06:00</atom:updated><title>Chicago, Chicago...</title><description>I was in a suburb of Chicago for a conference.  I took an extra day to see some of the sights.  Unfortunately the weather was not cooperative. I will post the best of the pictures to my Flickr acct.  Click on Flickr to see what is there. I did the north side and south side tour.  The north side included some fantastic architectural sites included the most guarded place in Chicago-Mayhor Daly's residence. More firepower and security agencies that Barack's house(will get to that later.) Also included a driveby at Harpo studios. Did not see any celebrities.  Saw Wrigley field and all the rooftop stadiums.  Saw Ganster sites including Al Capone's business,residence, Bugsy Moran's residence. Site of Valentine day Massacre. Had a 20 minute stop at the Elk National Monument.  Saw some of the few buildings that survived the Chicago fire and learned that you can not drive more than 4 miles on any street without getting to a hospital.  This was done on purpose after the fire.  Drove on Lake Shore Drive, saw the lake, etc.  South side tour included Hyde Park- home to Barack, Jesse Jackson(whose son owns the Chicago branch of Budweiser), Farquan, relatives of lots of prizefighters, and of course Barack.  It was evident it was his house because the street access was blocked off and you had to show evidence you lived on that street to gain access.  Chicago police there in addition to Secret Service in full riot gear.  This neighborhood of mansions in second only to Newport, RI. Saw two Frank Lloyd Wright houses. Did not go to Navy Pier and my train left from the new part of Union station, so no shopping.  Only food there.  Will have to attempt souveniers at the airport.  Did not do Navy pier, sears tower or hancock tower.  Weather too awful at that point.  The Donald is building the Spire-will be twice the size of Sears Tower. Overall, beautiful city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-4631081763591969831?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/10/chicago-chicago.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-392942354259807363</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2008 01:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-17T22:30:54.314-06:00</atom:updated><title>The great beach trip</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SPk5InTYuVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QcuIMzGYhqs/s1600-h/beach+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SPk5InTYuVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QcuIMzGYhqs/s200/beach+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258296860083796306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SPk5I9nyS_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/KSQLHx28o-Y/s1600-h/beach+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SPk5I9nyS_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/KSQLHx28o-Y/s200/beach+060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258296866074938354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SPk5JLiQ1NI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-0oGEA2dWxo/s1600-h/beach+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SPk5JLiQ1NI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-0oGEA2dWxo/s200/beach+071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258296869809870034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SPk5JTrdFdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RaIm9DPLKg4/s1600-h/beach+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SPk5JTrdFdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RaIm9DPLKg4/s200/beach+068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258296871995905490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-392942354259807363?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-beach-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SPk5InTYuVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QcuIMzGYhqs/s72-c/beach+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-3867346564452702534</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2008 01:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-07T19:31:55.796-06:00</atom:updated><title>My senior boy</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SOwLnd5ZEcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7huxifiom2A/s1600-h/s42398ca106194_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SOwLnd5ZEcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7huxifiom2A/s200/s42398ca106194_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254587637902676418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SOwMumn1wtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3aowg7rjOj0/s1600-h/s42398ca106194_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SOwMumn1wtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3aowg7rjOj0/s200/s42398ca106194_9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254588860015690450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SOwMcxLvEMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vCcBOIKrUEI/s1600-h/s42398ca106194_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SOwMcxLvEMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vCcBOIKrUEI/s200/s42398ca106194_8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254588553612955842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SOwMczjlb8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/wPqT5ZMG83E/s1600-h/s42398ca106194_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SOwMczjlb8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/wPqT5ZMG83E/s200/s42398ca106194_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254588554249859010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SOwLnd5ZEcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7huxifiom2A/s1600-h/s42398ca106194_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SOwLnd5ZEcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7huxifiom2A/s200/s42398ca106194_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254587637902676418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-3867346564452702534?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-senior-boy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SOwLnd5ZEcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7huxifiom2A/s72-c/s42398ca106194_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-3700922580553861940</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 01:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-30T14:49:26.863-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Matt</category><title>Matt turns 18</title><description>He started his day by opening the gift from Nana and Poppop.  Breakfast of tastykakes and ramen ensued.  He liked the gift certificate, pictures and food.  He then opened Randy's gift to him which was a Darth Tator tshirt from the Boise airport. Kristen gave him a Ask the Ninja handbook(humorous book based on the videos on youtube)We gave him a card that plays the theme from Star wars, an ipod that only works with version 8 of itunes.  Need to get IT people to upgrade my laptop tomorrow and an itunes gift card. We then proceeded to watch the two skits of Tina Fey doing Sarah Palin on SNL.  Barely made it to church on time.  Lunch was BBQ potato chips for him.  Kristen made his cake and iced it.  Randy and I dealt with van issues.  It now has two new rear tires due to the screw I picked up somewhere.  He says I am too hard on the brakes and gas.  My new nickname for him is the brakemaster.  Went out for dinner to Outback.  Matt and Kristen consumed their weight in  cheese fries as an appetizer.  Matt had Teriyaki steak and now is so full, that the cake is waiting until tomorrow night.  Matt claims not to feel any different.  Randy just gave him the you are now an adult and are responsible for your actions as an adult lecture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-3700922580553861940?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/09/matt-turns-18.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-5544774684955894524</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-25T08:12:22.750-06:00</atom:updated><title>My cute little boy</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SNucJVohkEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lj9l0PniunY/s1600-h/matt3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SNucJVohkEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lj9l0PniunY/s200/matt3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249961474870317122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sending the picture to me Nana and Pop Pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-5544774684955894524?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-cute-little-boy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SNucJVohkEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lj9l0PniunY/s72-c/matt3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-5053944577203223429</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 03:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-24T21:46:48.889-06:00</atom:updated><title>Kids conferences a week late</title><description>Because you asked...&lt;br /&gt;Kristen&lt;br /&gt;Band A&lt;br /&gt;Health A&lt;br /&gt;French B&lt;br /&gt;English C&lt;br /&gt;Algebra B&lt;br /&gt;Biology A&lt;br /&gt;World Geography B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt&lt;br /&gt;Recreational Games A&lt;br /&gt;Weight Training A&lt;br /&gt;Stage Tech D&lt;br /&gt;Mystery and Suspense C&lt;br /&gt;Food Science B&lt;br /&gt;Living on your own B&lt;br /&gt;Orchestra B&lt;br /&gt;Music Theory B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-5053944577203223429?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/09/kids-conferences-week-late.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-2854199635320409659</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 12:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-24T06:20:17.463-06:00</atom:updated><title>Now  back to Matt...</title><description>He was such a cute toddler and preschooler.  He loved Thomas the Tank Engine, Sesame street, Power rangers, Teenage Mutant Ninja turtles.  One Halloween he dressed up as one of the 7 dorfs(dwarfs.  It is hard to believe my tall grown up son used to like to sit in a laundry basket.  Who could forget that vanilla scented pacifier that came home from the hospital with him?  Also who could forget that train that Nana and Pop Pop gave him for his 1st birthday? Learning to ride a trike and then a bike, now learning to drive a car(get a job so you can finally get your license, kiddo!).Lots of enjoyable time  spent on Nana's patio, watering and washing toys and cars.  Talking on the phone to telemarketers telling them about an upcoming trip to Arby's. The arrival of his sister brought more challenges and changes to his life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-2854199635320409659?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/09/now-back-to-matt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-5302832980107408491</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 12:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-24T06:08:04.126-06:00</atom:updated><title>We interrupt the reminscing about Matt for updates...</title><description>Matt and I came to an agreement(truce) about what happens when he turns 18.&lt;br /&gt;Kristen's paper is done&lt;br /&gt;Doggie's diet of Cheerios has helped.  She slept through the night.  We shall see what the vet says today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-5302832980107408491?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-interrupt-reminscing-about-matt-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-1316725624243677273</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 12:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-17T07:01:07.792-06:00</atom:updated><title>Matt year 1</title><description>As Matt's 18th birthday approaches, I have decided to blog about his life.  He feels this is beyond embarrassing.  Too bad.  We looked at the scrapbook baby book I made a few years back and it will be too hard to take those photos out so I will just describe and reflect.  &lt;br /&gt;Picture1-Matt is 4 weeks through his 8 week hospital stay.  He is wrapped in a blue hospital baby blanket with a feeding tube coming out of his nose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I&lt;em&gt; remember so many things about the hospital stay-the wonderful nurses, the 3 NICU doctors including the one who wore cowboy boots.I think he was my favorite.  I remember lots of hours feeding, holding and rocking in that room.  I remember the IV in his head and the feelings of joy, frustration, anxiety and fear as we went about the 1st weeks of his life.  I may have reacted to events differently if this were not my first child.  Nothing prepared me for what our lives turned into having a child in the hospital for 8 weeks. I remember the Burger King on the way home.  Did not help the weight problem.  I still have stirrings of negative feelings when driving past the exit for the hospital.  Fortunately, I am not in a position to do it often.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-1316725624243677273?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/09/matt-year-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-7743451977795242433</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-12T21:07:52.446-06:00</atom:updated><title>Musical  Trivialities</title><description>For something different, Matt, Kris and I went to Musical Trivialites at Borders.  A friend told me it is a blast and they go every week.  My friend was not there tonight, but we were.  The theme tonight was Johnny Cash.  A DJ plays songs based on the themes and sprinkles in trivia questions.  You just walk up to him if you think you know the answer and if correct, you get to pick a prize from a bunch of CDs and posters that were not top sellers at Borders.  Matt knew the answer to the 1st question and was just about run down by this large person.  Matt backed off.  It was entertaining for 2/3 of us.  Kristen was ready to leave by the end of the 1st song. Things I learned tonight:&lt;br /&gt;Ray Charles' nickname was the genius&lt;br /&gt;#1 country song at weddings is High Friends in Low Places&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Springsteen did a song that Johnny wrote&lt;br /&gt;Johnny's singing at Folsom prison inspired Merle Haggard(an inmate) to become a singer&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I are going next Friday when the theme will be smoke and water in honor of the release of Brisingr by Christopher Paolini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-7743451977795242433?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/09/musical-trivialities.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-5582052804305416811</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 22:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-11T16:55:56.519-06:00</atom:updated><title>Bandgeek needs to stretch</title><description>Who would have thought marching with a 5lb clarinet could be hazardous to your health? Bandgeek did not stretch on Tuesday night and now has a pulled/torn muscle.  She is on strong anti-inflammatory medication that will probably make her sleepy and dizzy.  Told her if that is the case, she will stay home from school tomorrow.  She can't miss school, she cries, she has biology tomorrow.  Translation=I can't miss class with my drop-dead gorgeous, makes my heart go pitter patter biology teacher.  Plan was to cut the grass, Matt offered to do her portion(love it when this stuff happens.  Mower made a screeching, squeaking sound.  He turned if off and tried to restart it and NADA.  It needs its owner, who happens to be camping.(do not love it when this stuff happens).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-5582052804305416811?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/09/bandgeek-needs-to-stretch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-3987620738979353277</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 19:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-05T13:55:46.206-06:00</atom:updated><title>Photos added to Flickr</title><description>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-3987620738979353277?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/09/photos-added-to-flickr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-5374164488869767996</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 19:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-05T13:36:05.688-06:00</atom:updated><title>Bandgeek</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SMGJ3z4xMBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BBCdaWC9vbs/s1600-h/August+sep+2008+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SMGJ3z4xMBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BBCdaWC9vbs/s200/August+sep+2008+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242623033150091282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SMGJtv8C34I/AAAAAAAAAEo/8CYL2WfnGJM/s1600-h/August+sep+2008+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SMGJtv8C34I/AAAAAAAAAEo/8CYL2WfnGJM/s200/August+sep+2008+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242622860291399554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SMGJgyVTUJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WywpzMvVPL8/s1600-h/August+sep+2008+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SMGJgyVTUJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WywpzMvVPL8/s200/August+sep+2008+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242622637595906194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-5374164488869767996?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/09/bandgeek.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y8hGKufIfT8/SMGJ3z4xMBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BBCdaWC9vbs/s72-c/August+sep+2008+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-5774300108755028170</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2008 17:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-31T11:47:45.542-06:00</atom:updated><title>Busy, busy week</title><description>Sorry I have been so silent, but life has been busy here in the land of teendom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- Mom had a benefits fair after work,  sheentered to win a Wii but failed.  Raced home to make dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rundown interrupted for Mattism-Bad presidents are not bad because of their own fault, they happen to be president during a war they did not start, so it is not their fault.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-Mom raced home to make dinner. Kristen had band practice from 6-9 and Matt had music lesson from 7-7:30.  Kristen announced that she now has to be there at 5:45. Huh? When did that change happen?  Mom needs notice for changes.  Mom made mac and cheese for her but she could not eat it.  Kristen has been taking me for short walk every night after dinner.  I was not going to miss out on this just because Kristen had marching band practice.  No leash? Ok, I can deal.  Kris opened the door to leave and outI went. This was followed by lots of yelling and screaming. I did not need this.  I got dragged  back in the house.  Mom then left with Kristen and came back grumbling that Kristen was not being nasty.  I totally agree.  Where is my walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night-Back to school night at school,mom dragged both of them with her.  Matt did not want to go. Kristen made sure I got my walk though.  Thank you Kristen!&lt;br /&gt;They came back several hours later with mom and Matt arguing something about a paper due the next day and Matt saying she never assigned one.  Matt tends to lose these battles.  It did not get as loud as usual though.  Kristen did not seem too happy that she could not go on the computer though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-Mom came home with subs.She only bought 4. Where was mine?  Oh yeah, since my digestive problems I have not had one single scrap of table food-not even one grape, slice of cheese, frozen vegetable or crunchy noodle.  I have been relegated to trying to trip mom as she makes dinner so she spills something.  She does not seem to appreciate these efforts.  Anyway, I digress.  As soon as they were done eating, Mom, the Evil one and Kristen left to go to the high school-something about marching, football and cameras.  Matt stayed home with me.  Big Whoop.  All he does is text and play video games.  He did clean up the kitchen as Mom instructed.  Apparently Kristen had her first marching band performance.  Mom said she did great even if they have confusing uniforms.  Football team lost 48-6.  They were gone like 5 hours.  No walk again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-Mom had to meet library friends after work, so the Evil One took Matt and Kristen to chilis.  They forgot to feed me.  I did not eat until like 6:30pm.  I thought I was going to have to eat a chair or something.  Dinner time is not as exciting as breakfast.  I get my scoop of pumpkin with my food at breakfast.  Seriously, have you all tried this-raw pumpkin with your kibble?  IT is the best and keeps a body regular if you catch my drift?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-5774300108755028170?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-busy-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-8628971852002179964</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 03:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-24T21:26:40.929-06:00</atom:updated><title>Here Mousie, mousie, mousie</title><description>Based on the empirical evidence, The mouse or meeces are alive and well.  Cleaned out cabinets under sink, bottom shelf of pantry and bottom of coat closet.  This all needed to be done, but not happy about the way.  Have to clean out under the vanity in the laundry room, but too tired tonight.  Randy will be going to get rat poison or some such thing tomorrow.  Kids have been threatened/warned about leaving food out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-8628971852002179964?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-mousie-mousie-mousie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-7566819119817967902</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 23:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-19T17:30:28.842-06:00</atom:updated><title>It is the most wonderful time of the year</title><description>No, not Christmas, but the pitter patter(or loud stomping at the stampede decibel)of little feet down the hallways on the way to their new round of classes.  Yes, school has begun once again in the SVVSD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Freshman:&lt;br /&gt;Night before-tears and fears.&lt;br /&gt;Morning of-excitement and anxiety to the point of throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;After school-smiles&lt;br /&gt;She has the following classes:&lt;br /&gt;Day one(red day)&lt;br /&gt;Band-loves it&lt;br /&gt;Algebra-loves it&lt;br /&gt;Biology-loves it-just wait till you dissect a pig, you won't be feeling the love then&lt;br /&gt;Honors English-teacher is a spaz(replacement for original teacher who took a year off to sell insurance-go figure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2(gold day)&lt;br /&gt;Band&lt;br /&gt;Health-longest class ever&lt;br /&gt;French-thinks this will be hard, but payoff is a trip to France in year II&lt;br /&gt;World Geography-teacher is outstanding, but she will have a student teacher who is like 40 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Senior:&lt;br /&gt;Day one&lt;br /&gt;Recreational Games-yes this really is a class&lt;br /&gt;Suspense and Mystery-thinks he may like this&lt;br /&gt;Food science-yes he is taking a cooking class&lt;br /&gt;Living on your own-does not think he will like this-same teacher as food science.  She is talking community service projects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two:&lt;br /&gt;symphony orchestra-hates the music, he wanted string orchestra. tough.&lt;br /&gt;Weight training-no real comment&lt;br /&gt;Music theory-thinks it will be boring, but will help him pursue an education in music&lt;br /&gt;Stage tech-thinks he will like this, but lots of after school requirements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still resents me beefing up his schedule. too bad, last chance for learning something for free, unless you count the taxes I pay and all the fees for these various classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-7566819119817967902?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-is-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-4882506616761025326</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 14:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-15T08:51:26.452-06:00</atom:updated><title>Vacation now a staycation</title><description>Ok, we get no rain all summer. I take a day off and we have currently 52 degrees and a downpour that is supposed to last all day.  We need the rain, but please just a little break so I can take the kiddos up to Estes to spend all my money at the fun park.  I had no takers to go with me to Rapid City or Casper.  DSon't know the plans for the day yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights from yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;steak fondue&lt;br /&gt;Matt's impression of a Mexican/Canadian&lt;br /&gt;Watching war games with Matt&lt;br /&gt;Not working &lt;br /&gt;Getting emails from my friends in NH, CA, GA, FL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously considering turning the heat on.  The forcast for some areas is SNOW! yES, I said snow,snow, snow, snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-4882506616761025326?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacation-now-staycation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-435607352496791523</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 04:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-10T22:45:31.261-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kids</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sabrina</category><title>Next FoodNetwork Star and Dental Hygiene</title><description>Conversation with Matt this evening:&lt;br /&gt;Matt: It would not take too much for me to be a Food Network star.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh?&lt;br /&gt;Matt: yeah, you just need to do something simple but creative.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What would be your signature dish?&lt;br /&gt;Matt: Ramen with chili powder&lt;br /&gt;Me THAT IS IT??&lt;br /&gt;Matt: I would have to make something else like teriyaki steak with pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But you do not like pineapple&lt;br /&gt;Matt: I am trying to train myself to like it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen has decided to improve the dog's dental hygiene.  She bought a doggie toothbrush and poultry flavored tootbpaste.  Pictures will have to be uploaded later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20843095-435607352496791523?l=sabrinadog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sabrinadog.blogspot.com/2008/08/next-foodnetwork-star-and-dental.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Holli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20843095.post-1680083255666553650</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 12:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-08T07:02:13.130-06:00</atom:updated><title>Differences between my children</title><description>Today is high school orientation for Kristen. Looking back there are a few differences between Matt and Kristen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clothes&lt;/strong&gt;-Matt wore something probably off of the floor.&lt;br /&gt;        Kristen carefully selected her outfit and conferred with at least two friends and tried it on late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School Supplies-&lt;/strong&gt;Matt resisted getting any.  Kristen and same friends described them on the phone to each other in great detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning of orientation-Matt was hesitant to go, had to be dragged from bed.  Kristen was up at 5:20 and immediately texted friends to see if they were up.  This starts at 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school will seem like two star systems colliding. 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