<?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-2141495688468505777</id><updated>2011-07-17T19:02:26.584-07:00</updated><category term='crazy people avoidance'/><category term='durian'/><category term='battle toads'/><category term='dots'/><category term='keirin frame'/><category term='breakdancing'/><category term='hazard reef'/><category term='tough as shit'/><category term='crazy people'/><category term='jealousy'/><category term='cars hitting buildings'/><category term='mermaids'/><category term='ayumi hamasaki'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='chicken baby food'/><category term='bike snob'/><category term='garden'/><category 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term='wikipedia'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='cher'/><category term='dumpster log'/><category term='open office'/><category term='tmz crap'/><category term='entomology'/><category term='voyers'/><category term='feline acne'/><category term='food'/><category term='no babbies please'/><category term='cemetary'/><category term='halloween candy'/><category term='cash'/><category term='drugged kitty'/><category term='dance party'/><category term='japan'/><category term='food stamps'/><category term='job hunting'/><category term='strangers'/><category term='potato chip review'/><category term='grocery shopping'/><category term='throw up'/><category term='hang over'/><category term='healthy liver'/><category term='superpowers'/><title type='text'>PK watch 2008</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-8865395051634077171</id><published>2009-07-18T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:40:41.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite meal of the moment!</title><content type='html'>I have tons of basil in the garden but not too many other things so this is my favorite thing to do with lots of basil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir fry with tofu, onion, green beans, basil and 2 serano peppers with a sauce of soy sauce (~1/4 cup), flour and sugar (~one tbsp of each).  I like to add basil a little bit at a time throughout the frying process.  Then at the very end I add the sauce and the peppers (cause i hate it when the peppers make you cough).  Yum!  its pretty spicy so if i eat it hot I have to put it over rice but if its leftovers then i can eat it plain.  Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-8865395051634077171?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8865395051634077171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=8865395051634077171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/8865395051634077171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/8865395051634077171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/favorite-meal-of-moment.html' title='Favorite meal of the moment!'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-9205704736536609561</id><published>2009-07-12T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:13:37.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Photo Tribute to Thor - You look good in Green!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gsk.no/seretide/img/thor-hushovd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 478px;" src="http://www.gsk.no/seretide/img/thor-hushovd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cyclingweekly.co.uk/imageBank/h/hushovd-farrar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 750px; height: 509px;" src="http://www.cyclingweekly.co.uk/imageBank/h/hushovd-farrar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2008/07/07/alg_tourdefrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 294px;" src="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2008/07/07/alg_tourdefrance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grahamwatson.com/gw/imagedocs.nsf/images/06tdfSt20/$file/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 406px;" src="http://grahamwatson.com/gw/imagedocs.nsf/images/06tdfSt20/$file/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.apple.com/pro/profiles/watson/images/2stage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 592px; height: 395px;" src="http://images.apple.com/pro/profiles/watson/images/2stage1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-9205704736536609561?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/9205704736536609561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=9205704736536609561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/9205704736536609561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/9205704736536609561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/photo-tribute-to-thor-you-look-good-in.html' title='A Photo Tribute to Thor - You look good in Green!'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-6070081478038001710</id><published>2009-07-12T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:25:22.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PK and Violet still don't get along that well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PK has this new cute spot that he hangs out in most of the day.  We have a tubberware of shoes under the bed and pk crawls into the lining that is on the bottom of the box spring and then into the box.  I can peak in at him and normally he sticks his paw out at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;violet likes to sleep on a box holding old CDs of mine in our closet.  So somtimes the kitties are both in my room at the same time!  Awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-6070081478038001710?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6070081478038001710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=6070081478038001710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6070081478038001710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6070081478038001710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/pk-and-violet-still-dont-get-along-that.html' title=''/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-7558499508257550666</id><published>2009-03-11T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:34:45.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PK in the news</title><content type='html'>PK has had lots of exciting things happen recently but I've been to tired (because i was in the process of getting sick) to write about it in his blog.  First, last tuesday we moved PK by bike trailer to Davids house!  My house was getting new dogs and I'll be moving into davids house officially in the next month so it was a better place for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to keep him in the basement away from Violet for about a week.  Sometimes if Violet was in Davids room we let PK come up and explore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to watch my man on tv with david.  Not Thor, The Colbert Report.  Now I've mentioned all 4 of my men in one blog post.  So more about PK later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-7558499508257550666?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7558499508257550666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=7558499508257550666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7558499508257550666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7558499508257550666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2009/03/pk-in-news.html' title='PK in the news'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-2850218219085631471</id><published>2009-02-22T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:21:31.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of winter (sorta not really)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v703/sarasparkle/japan/?action=view&amp;current=japan1031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/sarasparkle/japan/japan1031.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first tree to get flowers in this famous park in japan.  I've been taking the waterfront home in afternoons and checking on the hanami stitch there, I'm starting to see little nubs of future flowers yey!  Also I saw tiny bulbs that had flowers.  After the pretty flowers its berry season!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking for that photo I found this one that I should have put on my blog long ago.&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v703/sarasparkle/japan/?action=view&amp;current=japan1034.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/sarasparkle/japan/japan1034.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-2850218219085631471?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2850218219085631471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=2850218219085631471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/2850218219085631471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/2850218219085631471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='End of winter (sorta not really)'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-3418763641251175443</id><published>2009-02-21T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:52:06.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so sleepy</title><content type='html'>After I got staph, he felt nervous that i still had staph but didn't have any symptoms, cause its sneaky like that.  But that I might give him staph. He wanted me to go to the doctor but i knew theyd just give me antibiotics and all my garlic eating would have been a waste. So I went to the naturopath school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.  I went twice, and its cost less than $200 dollars and theyve fixed so many things.  First i got my staph test and im staph free!  They also said I had high vitallity.  They taught me some seeds I can eat certain times of the month to make my cramps less horrible.  I got some oil to put on my swollen lymph node and they told me about some foods to eat to make sure i get all the good vitamins w/ my vegan diet.  Awesome.  Highly recomended.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been listening to lots of pod casts.  Here's the list of ones I listen to somewhat regularly:&lt;br /&gt;BBC World Business News&lt;br /&gt;BBC World News&lt;br /&gt;BBC Documentaries&lt;br /&gt;This American Life&lt;br /&gt;Planet Money&lt;br /&gt;Stuff You Should Know&lt;br /&gt;Stuff You Missed In History Class&lt;br /&gt;Savage Love Podcast&lt;br /&gt;President Obamas Weekly Radio Address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-3418763641251175443?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3418763641251175443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=3418763641251175443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3418763641251175443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3418763641251175443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-sleepy.html' title='so sleepy'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-8389819692681351978</id><published>2009-01-18T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:19:26.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of PK!</title><content type='html'>My dad took this first one when he came to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SXQfzgWGw4I/AAAAAAAAALo/AC0Mp3_q_5k/s1600-h/pk+wants+food.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SXQfzgWGw4I/AAAAAAAAALo/AC0Mp3_q_5k/s400/pk+wants+food.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292890431783617410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SXQfjE5otII/AAAAAAAAALg/08VNg_OClH8/s1600-h/pk+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SXQfjE5otII/AAAAAAAAALg/08VNg_OClH8/s400/pk+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292890149538542722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-8389819692681351978?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8389819692681351978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=8389819692681351978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/8389819692681351978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/8389819692681351978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures-of-pk.html' title='Pictures of PK!'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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/_TmUKPgOePVk/SXQfzgWGw4I/AAAAAAAAALo/AC0Mp3_q_5k/s72-c/pk+wants+food.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-3618686753295041343</id><published>2009-01-18T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:30:07.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle</title><content type='html'>I'm having a lot of regret because about two weeks ago I realized I was having a staph infection.  And I really should have been taking pictures of its grossness every day.  If you need to know how gross it was I did show a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways I'm writing in my blog again because an amazing thing happened.  After I realized I had a staph infection (thanks to alia!) I started eating super healthy, nothing processed, no sugar and no wheat.  And tons of garlic and ginger.  At first David and I were just putting excessive amounts garlic and ginger in our stir fries but then I read on the internet that raw garlic is way way better.  So after like 2-4 days of eating 4-8 cloves of garlic it was all the way better.  i showed it to jaime and it was at the end of its goopy times, and like 6 hours later i show it to someone else and it was a scab, a boring old scab thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly suggest using raw garlic if you get a staph infection (which it turns out lots of people have but didn't realize it), I probably saved a bunch of money by not going to the doctor.  Oh and you shouldnt use antibiotics cause the staph will just get stronger and learn to fight it and eventually kill you!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey garlic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-3618686753295041343?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3618686753295041343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=3618686753295041343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3618686753295041343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3618686753295041343'/><link rel='alternate' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/1870402532330881312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/1870402532330881312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/08/cute.html' title='cute'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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/_TmUKPgOePVk/SLjOeelu0PI/AAAAAAAAAIA/L4dnp0w9Eh4/s72-c/pk+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-1036405110036624062</id><published>2008-08-21T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:44:17.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SK4Z7SQADZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/itVATdZmfYw/s1600-h/pk+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SK4Z7SQADZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/itVATdZmfYw/s400/pk+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237151922980392338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the biggest slug in my compost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-1036405110036624062?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=4907101353620066249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4907101353620066249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4907101353620066249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-works-new-video.html' title='my works new video'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-4674899847722869313</id><published>2008-07-13T03:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T03:17:05.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad news</title><content type='html'>its 3am, i had 2 sparks tonight and i just learned that the tour de france is happening right now!  and i can get updates on the internet in real time.  i hope i dont stay up all night reading them and making my fantasy cycling team.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey thor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-4674899847722869313?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4674899847722869313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=4674899847722869313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4674899847722869313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4674899847722869313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-news.html' title='bad news'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-3803893693552226221</id><published>2008-07-11T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:18:55.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desperate</title><content type='html'>PK and I are on the lookout for a roommate again.  I don't like roommmate shopping one bit, so if you or someone you know might be interested... i'd be pretty pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been craigslisting soo much.  David and his roomies are looking for a new house.  They had one in the bag only to find out their credit scores were:  very poor, poor and fair.  I was so proud of david for being fair, way to go bf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than craigslist I've been watching the tour de france. go thor!  Thor is in the green and white w/ the beefiest thighs.  He had the green for a day, hopefully he will again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PK has been doing something crazy for him, not finishing his food.  If I sit by him while he eats he normally does but if i wander off sometimes he doesnt.  Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden is awesome.  I've been eating snow peas and broccoli every day.  Today the zucchini are in bloom yey!  I'm going to go hit refresh on my craigslist pages now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-3803893693552226221?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3803893693552226221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=3803893693552226221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3803893693552226221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3803893693552226221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/07/desperate.html' title='desperate'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-4135236326667851992</id><published>2008-07-03T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:15:43.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=91414814"&gt;http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=91414814&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-4135236326667851992?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4135236326667851992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=4135236326667851992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4135236326667851992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4135236326667851992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/07/cute.html' title='cute'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-5725674437778489558</id><published>2008-06-30T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:41:54.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The stupidest book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/21J-Zp6ZU3L._SL500_AA180_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/21J-Zp6ZU3L._SL500_AA180_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading self helpy type books, and books that are mostly lists.  Since I've been super aware about saving the environment recently I've been skimming books to make you "greener."  I got one from the library called "green guide" Opening it up I saw it was published by National Geographic and thought that might be a good sign.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first chapter was on food and said the ususal, local, organic stuff is better.  It didn't mention a lot of other things like buying in bulk and being concious of packaging.  Then it started saying not to eat toast because it has some cancer causing agent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure but I dont think being Green is about not getting cancer, unless not geting cancer is a byproduct of saving the environment.  It was around then that i noticed that the writting was only taking up like 80% of the page, if this were a truly green book they wouldn't waste paper like that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skimmed ahead and saw a section on doing laundry.  It was pretty disappointing.  It didn't mention not washing your clothes as ofeten and only had one sentence on line drying your clothes and two paragraphs on going out and buying a new energy efficient washer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point I decided to set the book down and bitch about it online somewhere, but before I did I checked out the section on bicycles.  The last paragraph says "Before heading out for a ride check your local Air Quaily Index a way that the federal goverment tracks and reports air quality.... On days with particually bad air quality, your best bet mayb e to avoid logn exposture to the air outside your home or workplace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bunch of crap.  I really should have known better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-5725674437778489558?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5725674437778489558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=5725674437778489558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/5725674437778489558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/5725674437778489558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/06/stupidest-book.html' title='The stupidest book'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-278740967220216637</id><published>2008-06-29T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:15:51.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PK hunts.</title><content type='html'>Today I was about to start working in the garden (which has been doing excellent in the long days) with PK.  He pounced on the bushes and I assumed he was chasing a mouse that managed to get away then he pounced again and i heard squeeks, then pk looked at me proud w/ a mouse wiggling around in his mouth.  I screamed and ran into the house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour or so I figured it'd be over so i went outside, but PK had a funny look in his eye as he was sitting by the garden.  I approached cautiously and a mouse peeked his head up and PK batted at it.  I went back into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw PK laying under a car later and hoped the mouse was able to find a hidding place so I let PK in, but im sorta grossed out by him so we arent hanging out right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: PK got back outside and the mouse was in the same place.  I got PK back inside and then went out and made sure the mouse was gone and now PK and I live in harmony again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-278740967220216637?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/278740967220216637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=278740967220216637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/278740967220216637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/278740967220216637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/06/pk-hunts.html' title='PK hunts.'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-6990888796987203415</id><published>2008-06-21T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:46:24.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PK sleeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SF29ul9d_aI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zE4tlPyuVVI/s1600-h/pk+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SF29ul9d_aI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zE4tlPyuVVI/s400/pk+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214532551726464418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SF29u9mS9OI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ac61A-BuJwg/s1600-h/pk+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SF29u9mS9OI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ac61A-BuJwg/s400/pk+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214532558071723234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SF29u5en04I/AAAAAAAAAHY/rV9xRrTLPxM/s1600-h/pk+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SF29u5en04I/AAAAAAAAAHY/rV9xRrTLPxM/s400/pk+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214532556965794690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SF29vHgeKbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sA9fyyPRp3M/s1600-h/pk+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SF29vHgeKbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sA9fyyPRp3M/s400/pk+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214532560731646386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-6990888796987203415?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6990888796987203415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=6990888796987203415' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6990888796987203415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6990888796987203415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/06/pk-sleeps.html' title='PK sleeps'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SF29ul9d_aI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zE4tlPyuVVI/s72-c/pk+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-6434906361223690228</id><published>2008-06-20T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:48:22.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th post.</title><content type='html'>So Jennifer and I put our ad on craigslist for the free half box of wine we have left over from Jen's birthday 9 weeks ago.  You can check out the ad here: &lt;a href="http://portland.craigslist.org/mlt/zip/727156019.html"&gt;http://portland.craigslist.org/mlt/zip/727156019.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about a half hour and so far no one has picked it up however, a car did drive by, pull up next to it, sorta park, turn around and park a few houses down the street a few minutes ago.  We came inside cause we were getting bitten by bugs outside but can still check up on it through the window.  I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  At 10:30 Jen and I walked to the gas station and it was still there!  Then I went to sleep really early and couldnt check to see if the local winos had tracked it down durring the night.  But I was just out watering the garden and its &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; there!  WTF.  This is free wine people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 7:10pm 6/21/08:  The wine is still there, probably because as Catherine pointed out in her comment, our ad was flagged for removal.  I made a new ad which you can read here: &lt;a href="http://portland.craigslist.org/mlt/zip/728106870.html"&gt;http://portland.craigslist.org/mlt/zip/728106870.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 2:45pm 6/22/08:  The wine was taken!  I saw it when I left the house at 10:30ish, and it was gone by morning.  I guess I should update the craigslist posting to let everyone know its gone.  Yey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-6434906361223690228?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6434906361223690228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=6434906361223690228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6434906361223690228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6434906361223690228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-100th-post.html' title='My 100th post.'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-7113218859142369753</id><published>2008-06-17T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:32:01.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Million Bicycles video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7wCz68vaNJw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7wCz68vaNJw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-7113218859142369753?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7113218859142369753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=7113218859142369753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7113218859142369753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7113218859142369753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-million-bicycles-video.html' title='One Million Bicycles video'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-528644512159749460</id><published>2008-06-11T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:57:50.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jackjohnsonmusic.com/allatonce/explore"&gt;http://www.jackjohnsonmusic.com/allatonce/explore&lt;/a&gt;  That's a link to a cute video about my work on the website of Jack Johnson who is some music person I'm supposed to know but don't.  My work is Bonneville Environmental Foundation, you can use the filter at the top to find it if it is not at the top anymore. We get a dollar if you watch it all the way through.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my work a lot.  Today was cookie day.  I had a chocolate cookie w/ chocolate chips and a lemon bar. yum.  My boss is going on vacation at some point, that will be interesting cause i spend a lot of my day walking up and down stairs asking her questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is over and I'm not going to summer school this will be a first time I've been out of school without a moving or travel related reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of PK soon I promise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-528644512159749460?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/528644512159749460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=528644512159749460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/528644512159749460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/528644512159749460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/06/work-stuff.html' title='Work stuff.'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-4620641633215854069</id><published>2008-06-10T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:05:06.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're invited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v703/sarasparkle/?action=view&amp;current=mybday25.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/sarasparkle/mybday25.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-4620641633215854069?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4620641633215854069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=4620641633215854069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4620641633215854069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4620641633215854069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-invited.html' title='You&amp;#39;re invited'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-1872965759120240392</id><published>2008-05-26T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:16:47.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Robot Story</title><content type='html'>Since Jennifer did tell this Robot story in her blog I'll tell it in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day robot stole this calculator out of my room and brought it to his room.  which is weird because its not a food product.  But it wasn't just any calculator, I got it in japan and it had a drawing of two naked men touching each other.  People in Japan said they were called "gay boys" and were popular characters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take a picture of it but I can't find it so maybe robot stole it again. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-1872965759120240392?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1872965759120240392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=1872965759120240392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/1872965759120240392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/1872965759120240392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/05/robot-story.html' title='A Robot Story'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-3771591032219696930</id><published>2008-05-24T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:52:01.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer!</title><content type='html'>pk is very excited for summer.  He is losing lots of hair so I got him a brush.  It  helps a lot.  I don't know if he likes it very much so I brush him while I feed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a new collar for him so he doesnt have to wear violet's old girly collar held on w/ a safety pin, but i havent put it on him yet, when I do I'll make him pose for some glamor shots.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked in the garden today and made some good progress.  I started getting this tarp full of dirt into the new bed and PK chased the rats that lived in the tarp of dirt.  I was scared cause thats icky and tried to make him stop but i guess thats what he does when im not around so i guess its okay.  Jennifer and I finished it off so I'm glad that the rats will have one less place to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-3771591032219696930?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3771591032219696930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=3771591032219696930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3771591032219696930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3771591032219696930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer.html' title='summer!'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-689357036656459239</id><published>2008-05-16T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:15:50.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you gigantic root plant/weeds</title><content type='html'>David and I decided that we should have a day where we don't hang out after he gets off work.  Then he can do things like go for bike rides or work on bikes or hang out with violet or other things that I don't need to do.  I like to call it Davie-only day even though it serves the same purpose for me.  Yesterday for Davie-only day it was super sunny and nice, so when I got home from work I put my homework on hold and worked in the garden a ton.  Here's some pictures of our garden beds.  I don't have a picture of the bed we moved from the last house, its a story in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SC3BR0Ew2dI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0aSIzbBDsjQ/s1600-h/garden+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SC3BR0Ew2dI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0aSIzbBDsjQ/s400/garden+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201025656463350226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bed has snowpeas, collard greens, a corn stalk, an onion, red lettuce, spinach and broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SC3BSEEw2eI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AgHB7L2yN-M/s1600-h/garden+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SC3BSEEw2eI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AgHB7L2yN-M/s400/garden+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201025660758317538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second bed has a tomato, onions and broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SC3BSkEw2fI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aHCTzfa1OBU/s1600-h/garden+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SC3BSkEw2fI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aHCTzfa1OBU/s400/garden+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201025669348252146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one isn't done yet, but has strawberries, snowpeas and brussel sprouts.  Lots of starts and things I don't know where they are going yet sit in this box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited to find a spearmint plant in the yard yesterday.  I've heard from neighbors that some old people used to live here who gardened a lot, so I expected to find some herbs toughing it out.  I hope that they weren't the people who planted or allowed to live this ridiculous gigantic root plant i've been weeding everywhere.  When i first weeded the garden beds I got one that was about as wide as my arm, David was pretty impressed.  Yesterday I got a most gigantic one, It did break off underground but it was at least a foot down so maybe I'll have a month before I'll have to weed it again.  I was so proud I took a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SC3BS0Ew2gI/AAAAAAAAAHA/SA8tzFdXuDA/s1600-h/garden+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SC3BS0Ew2gI/AAAAAAAAAHA/SA8tzFdXuDA/s400/garden+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201025673643219458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first day the spinach was tender enough to eat raw, so that was pretty exciting.  I also went on a mini cleaning spree inside the house, sweeping, shaking out rugs and recycling.  It must be spring time yey!  More veggie tales soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-689357036656459239?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/689357036656459239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=689357036656459239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/689357036656459239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/689357036656459239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/05/fuck-you-gigantic-root-plantweeds.html' title='Fuck you gigantic root plant/weeds'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SC3BR0Ew2dI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0aSIzbBDsjQ/s72-c/garden+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-1708062637072633181</id><published>2008-05-15T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:14:27.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PK looking sharp</title><content type='html'>Today it was really nice out so I took a lot of pictures of PK.  I was trying to get a photo of his new name tag.  I got it for free at the Vegfest.  In case you can't see it's a cat holding a fish and I hand wrote his name, address and phone number on it.  It was a shrinkydink.  Those are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SC0HA0Ew2aI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YhH4lFsHeqk/s1600-h/garden+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SC0HA0Ew2aI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YhH4lFsHeqk/s400/garden+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200820855242807714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SC0HBEEw2bI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PDS7du-dyJ8/s1600-h/garden+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SC0HBEEw2bI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PDS7du-dyJ8/s400/garden+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200820859537775026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though PK has a gigantic shaved spot still he's still shedding pound and pounds of fur.  I spent a long time outside w/ him today scratching and petting him as much as he would allow to get as much hair off outside as possible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SC0HBUEw2cI/AAAAAAAAAGg/C2UQdw0XQzs/s1600-h/garden+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SC0HBUEw2cI/AAAAAAAAAGg/C2UQdw0XQzs/s400/garden+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200820863832742338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-1708062637072633181?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1708062637072633181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=1708062637072633181' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/1708062637072633181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/1708062637072633181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/05/pk-looking-sharp.html' title='PK looking sharp'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SC0HA0Ew2aI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YhH4lFsHeqk/s72-c/garden+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-4179019931400515213</id><published>2008-05-07T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:16:44.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Hungarian Bike to work PSA</title><content type='html'>This was on &lt;a href="http://www.bikeportland.org"&gt;bikeportland.org&lt;/a&gt;, so some of you probably already saw it but I thought that Alli and Phil (if hes not stuck in disneyland jail) might think its funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZM_HTdpgcRE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZM_HTdpgcRE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-4179019931400515213?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4179019931400515213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=4179019931400515213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4179019931400515213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4179019931400515213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/05/funny-hungarian-bike-to-work-psa.html' title='Funny Hungarian Bike to work PSA'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-3801545638614066851</id><published>2008-05-07T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:57:35.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SCI9MccLoDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ahi04JrV8zs/s1600-h/probably+pk+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SCI9MccLoDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ahi04JrV8zs/s400/probably+pk+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197784203941093426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my desk at work.  Obiviously I cleaned it off before I took the picture.  I also have a shelf and file cabinet I hardly ever use.  I've been trying to think of something to post in my works blog and now I've finally got it, I took a picture of all the bikes in the basement and I'll talk about how May is bike to work month. yey!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SCI_k8cLoEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/K5emwH_OzfU/s1600-h/probably+pk+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SCI_k8cLoEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/K5emwH_OzfU/s400/probably+pk+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197786823871144002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday David and I went to Uwagimaya in Beverton.  It's not as big as Fubonn my normal asian grocery store, and not nearly as close, and not as cheap, but it has some things that fubonn doesnt have.  I'm most excited about the broiled tofu, the deepfried airy tofu and the tofu w/ onions in it.  Yum.  Still going to Beaverton is so lame, so I think I'll stick to fubonn for grocery shopping at those times when I won't feel too guilty for not eating something more local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SCJAsscLoFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/H8jCS9ZCVek/s1600-h/probably+pk+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SCJAsscLoFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/H8jCS9ZCVek/s400/probably+pk+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197788056526757970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and what post would be complete without more pictures of PK!  That's PK's old lost tag featured there.  I should get him a new one soon cause he's been wearing violets rhinestoned collar that I had to safety pin shut cause his neck is so much bigger than hers.  I was trying to keep him inside today after getting home from work because finally the landlords brother was cleaning out our garage and we didnt tell him that we also had a cat for fear of the pet deposit growing.  PK is sorta being a jerk about it and starts meowing whenver I close my window even though its pretty cold and loud outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-3801545638614066851?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3801545638614066851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=3801545638614066851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3801545638614066851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3801545638614066851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-picture-of-my-desk-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp0.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SCI9MccLoDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ahi04JrV8zs/s72-c/probably+pk+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-3802005515825119594</id><published>2008-05-02T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:08:20.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story about Robot. (hes the big spotted one)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a894.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/32/l_b05da29845fd53237c7b53e6e0015b3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://a894.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/32/l_b05da29845fd53237c7b53e6e0015b3d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One day Jennifer swore Robot was extra crazy.  He was jumping on and off the bed a lot and running around.  I couldn't tell the difference personally but I did notice him having peeing issues.  He would stand and try to pee for long periods of time, he also peed in the house which he hasnt ever done before, to my knowledge.  Days later I realized I had lost about 2 pounds of chocolate covered espresso beans that I had left in my room.  Robot had eaten them.  I was surprised he didnt have a doggie heart attack.  The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-3802005515825119594?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3802005515825119594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=3802005515825119594' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3802005515825119594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3802005515825119594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/05/story-about-robot-hes-big-spotted-one.html' title='A story about Robot. (hes the big spotted one)'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-4217624017516038456</id><published>2008-05-01T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:34:24.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I did weird things</title><content type='html'>Today I was walking my bike while I talked to my mom on the phone and I saw a cookie on a stretch of deserted sidewalk w/ only two small bites taken out of it.  So I picked up the cookie and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today PK was sleeping next to me and I put some of the hairs that fell out of my head on him.  It's my revenge for him constantly shedding on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-4217624017516038456?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4217624017516038456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=4217624017516038456' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4217624017516038456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4217624017516038456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-i-did-weird-things.html' title='Today I did weird things'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-54943791631637766</id><published>2008-05-01T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:23:49.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things like cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SBpLiYviRII/AAAAAAAAAFw/XtUu88eGHr8/s1600-h/cakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SBpLiYviRII/AAAAAAAAAFw/XtUu88eGHr8/s400/cakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195548174254752898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like we finally found an awesome roommate who wants to live with us!  Elias Grey is his name (at least on his email) and he makes bike bags.  Yey!  Finally new house chores are almost complete.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met with someone from 1,000,000 bicycles about helping them and it was encouraging.  We met at a fancy bar w/ 3 dollar drinks.  I had blueberry infused vodka w/ rhubarb syrup, yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had a good time drinking w/ Jaime and then we went to sushi where I ate more sushi than I ever have before!  7 plates!  sugoi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PK has been sleeping near my head, its super cute.  (right now he is washing himself and i can smell his cat food breath, not so good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden is growing faster as the days are getting longer.  Yummy veggies here I come!  I also have house plants now that Jaime and I got from IKEA I'm excited about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bike Farm has been more inspiring and cool than frustrating and I've been meeting pretty cool people there.  The grand opening is soon and thatll be a fun party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then casey's having a fundraiser party and im so down for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my work is having a 10th anniversary dinner and it should be pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David has been fixing up my red bike for the summer,  I have new shiny things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing thats happened is that I forgot to feed my fish in fish tycoon and they all died, but now i sorta get to start over so thats cool too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-54943791631637766?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/54943791631637766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=54943791631637766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/54943791631637766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/54943791631637766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-things-like-cake.html' title='Good things like cake!'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SBpLiYviRII/AAAAAAAAAFw/XtUu88eGHr8/s72-c/cakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-5945776902204759983</id><published>2008-04-25T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T11:18:48.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>argh!</title><content type='html'>Today is Friday and on Fridays I don't have to go to work till 12.  Normally I lay in bed, sorta do homework, play word games, cuddle with the kitty and then I still have some time to check out the starts and the garden.  It's a nice day... normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up with a scrathcy throat, and I had forgotten to brush my teeth and that feels so gross.  I made breakfast but then had to deal with robot barking at the guys who came to fix the heater.  Normally durring the day when Jennifer isnt around robot is in a cage cause hes so crazy, but we didnt know the heat people were coming so he was out.  Then the heat people let Robot get out the door!  Robin and I were scared Robot was so dumb he'd run into MLK.  I ran to the Friends of the Trees house where someone was gardening.  Then Robin said Robot came back on his own.  crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I mentioned the dead rat.  I hadn't been letting PK out much and for long cause I didn't want him to eat the rat poison.  this led PK to pee in the bin I had been using to hold my socks and underwear.  Fucking lame.  Now I must get ready for work and figure out when I'll have time to go to the laudromat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-5945776902204759983?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5945776902204759983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=5945776902204759983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/5945776902204759983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/5945776902204759983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/04/argh.html' title='argh!'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-4139330316171609307</id><published>2008-04-23T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:03:34.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no!</title><content type='html'>PK lost his collar today.  Its green w/ a black tag and it says PK in really curly letters. Then my phone number is on the back.  Call if you find it.  It is too dark for me to look for it now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PK is hungry cause hes on a diet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-4139330316171609307?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4139330316171609307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=4139330316171609307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4139330316171609307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4139330316171609307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-no.html' title='Oh no!'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-8678476976433908757</id><published>2008-04-19T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T10:08:48.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is gonna be awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bikeportland.org/2008/04/17/a-national-movement-for-a-million-new-riders-begins-in-portland/#more-7044"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SAol7HKwLrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/QlKzvpMluyw/s400/millionlogo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191003217964576434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website isn't up yet, but thats a link to the Bike Portland article about getting a million bikes together for a ride, and one million new bikers!  I'm considering the cross country ride to DC.  I also already emailed the guy to volunteer my accounting/data entry services.  I hope bike farm could donate some bikes or something.  Very cool.  You'll be hearing more on this from me in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-8678476976433908757?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8678476976433908757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=8678476976433908757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/8678476976433908757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/8678476976433908757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-gonna-be-awesome.html' title='This is gonna be awesome!'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp0.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SAol7HKwLrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/QlKzvpMluyw/s72-c/millionlogo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-955738236974188714</id><published>2008-04-16T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:22:36.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PK defined.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SAaHDQb9PUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pKB0VmxBPzc/s1600-h/mostly+pk+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SAaHDQb9PUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pKB0VmxBPzc/s400/mostly+pk+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189984110612659522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the word to describe PK here is stately.&lt;br /&gt;state·ly&lt;br /&gt;1. majestic; imposing in magnificence, elegance.  &lt;br /&gt;2. dignified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-955738236974188714?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/955738236974188714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=955738236974188714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/955738236974188714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/955738236974188714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/04/pk-defined.html' title='PK defined.'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SAaHDQb9PUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pKB0VmxBPzc/s72-c/mostly+pk+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-4852423942084229702</id><published>2008-04-15T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:18:09.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-PK news</title><content type='html'>This weekend was Jennifer's B-day and we had our first gathering at the new house.  A BBQ on the grill that was left at the house when we moved in.  It was quite fun.  There was tons of food.  It was there everyone in the backyard was invited to see Sonic Youth playing a house show the next night.  It was decided by some that even though this would never happen we'd probably have to go just in case it did happen.  Sources were called and it was said that not Sonic Youth but Thruston Moore was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SAaWygb9PVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1JZIwqfP3Q8/s1600-h/moustache+ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SAaWygb9PVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1JZIwqfP3Q8/s400/moustache+ride.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190001415035895122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it did happen.  Crazy.  I called and told my dad, he was pretty jealous.  He told me to tell Thurston "hi".  Thurston Moore looks a lot like my dad.  Anyways he played lots of noisey feedback, it was pretty cool.  Cheesily inspiring, and I think I'll be asking my parents to bring up my electric guitar when they come to visit next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way to a coffee and boggle date via the internet w/ Laura.  I want to get some practice in before its time.  This is a funny picture from the moustache ride that Leah took.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-4852423942084229702?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4852423942084229702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=4852423942084229702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4852423942084229702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4852423942084229702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/04/non-pk-news.html' title='Non-PK news'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/SAaWygb9PVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1JZIwqfP3Q8/s72-c/moustache+ride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-7668199470231008912</id><published>2008-04-15T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:50:18.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The PK news</title><content type='html'>After moving I had to leave PK inside for awhile so he didnt try to run back to the old house and end up someone else's porch kitty.  Towards the end of the week he was becoming such a brat!  Bitting my calf, always wanting to eat, clawing at things.  So I started kicking him outside.  At first he didn't like it but now it's okay with him most of the time.  I'm glad to not have a little box in my room, hopefully never again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now PK is cute again.  Last night he tried to sleep at my feet so switched my head to the other side of the bed.  Then we cuddled, he purred and we fell asleep.  When I woke up he let me cuddle him more before he got up and got anxious for breakfast.  It was nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-7668199470231008912?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7668199470231008912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=7668199470231008912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7668199470231008912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7668199470231008912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/04/pk-news.html' title='The PK news'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-6149355122571703408</id><published>2008-04-03T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:19:35.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aww</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R_Wcs6Ax6DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5-F4Uj_rEBs/s1600-h/IMG000011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R_Wcs6Ax6DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5-F4Uj_rEBs/s400/IMG000011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185222841287698482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I moved out of my old house PK and I had a good cuddle.  I took this picture using the camera on my computer.  It was very difficult, I didn't even know that I had succeeded in taking a picture until I was cleaning out my computer today and found tons of pictures that look like this one w/ PK getting less cuddly and more annoyed in each one.  It could be a flip book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first got to the new house pk was all about cuddling and sleeping under the covers.  I've been leaving him in my room so he doesnt get out and try to wander home and one day I came home to him competely under all the blankets in a sunny spot on my bed.  If i were him I'd be overheating at that point.  He's been sleeping only near my head and not on it now.  He really loves the basement at the new house but its a pain to let him in there cause then I have to make sure I can get him out cause theres a dirty dark crawl space I wouldnt dare go into.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In non-pk news, im good still like my job tons.  still hating all the chores that come with moving.  Ive found that I have a little bit of free time and that I need to pick a hobby.  So far I've picked drinking.  I did a good job of that the week before jaimes party.  at jaimes party i did a good job of it too but this week ive been too busy and drinking coffee instead since i have to go to a coffee shop for internet. lame.  This is too long. sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-6149355122571703408?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6149355122571703408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=6149355122571703408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6149355122571703408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6149355122571703408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/04/aww.html' title='aww'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R_Wcs6Ax6DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5-F4Uj_rEBs/s72-c/IMG000011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-8448343142655450276</id><published>2008-04-02T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:20:25.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An animal other than PK story</title><content type='html'>The other day I woke up at my new house and was doing things downstairs when Jennifer screamed really loud. At first I thought she saw a mouse and was just a total wuss, then i realized it had to be something more, I thought maybe a snake, or maybe a snake eating a mouse. Then I got scared that PK had made it out of my room and had somehow been malled by dogs and left in the front room dead. I ran to where Jen was and she was running out the front door and said "Robot just fell out of the window!" He had been on Jens bed upstairs and somehow just tumbled out the window!  It's extra funny cause he wasn't even hurt!  That dog is so weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-8448343142655450276?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8448343142655450276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=8448343142655450276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/8448343142655450276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/8448343142655450276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/04/animal-other-than-pk-story.html' title='An animal other than PK story'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-8927832776368341495</id><published>2008-03-26T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T17:30:22.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pk hat</title><content type='html'>PK has been doing a new cute thing, sleeping on me and/or davids head.  I slept at violets house last night but the night before pk slept between davids and i's heads.  It was pretty fucking cute.  I like it cause its like wearing a hat to bed, pk keeps my head all warm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now pk wants to play but not with me.  He is prancing around the room playing with pieces of trash but then when i wave pieces of trash at him hes not interested.  LAME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-8927832776368341495?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8927832776368341495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=8927832776368341495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/8927832776368341495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/8927832776368341495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/03/pk-hat.html' title='pk hat'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-6838643236828139217</id><published>2008-03-23T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T12:26:00.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddles n' stuff</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to &lt;u&gt;a lot&lt;/u&gt; of this american life recently.  This morning I listened to an episode that was really good.  It has a really great description of the Madonna Inn and a visit to Midevil Times.  Here's the link &lt;a href="http://www.thislife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?episode=38"&gt;http://www.thislife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?episode=38&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PK has been super cuddly.  He slept on David's head again last night and sat on my chest while I was laying in bed this morning.  Pk though is much bigger than violet and its hard to keep him from slidding off the side of me.  Now he is sitting half under the blanket and half on me it seems to work much better this way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really likes this cardboard scratchy thing that Jaime gave him.  He also had a lot of fun yesterday w/ me out in the garden.  I potted up our plants to move to the new house and pk jumped on bugs and ate grass and walked around.  He could use more walking cause he's pretty fat.  Which reminds me I have to go buy him food again soon.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went out w/ David, his little brother John and david's friend from ashland nate.  It was really fun.  We were supposed to see a move but it sold out so we just went for drinks and chatted.  I wish John and Nate lived in portland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw pk looks so tuckered out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-6838643236828139217?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6838643236828139217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=6838643236828139217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6838643236828139217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6838643236828139217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/03/cuddles-n-stuff.html' title='Cuddles n&apos; stuff'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-578574312652040557</id><published>2008-03-22T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:48:19.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1"&gt; // &lt;a href="http://getmortified.com/shoeboxshow"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;The Mortified Shoebox Show&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; //&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?enablejs=true&amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fmortified%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F&amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf" width="400" height="330" allowfullscreen="true" id="showplayer"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?enablejs=true&amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fmortified%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F&amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf" /&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="best" /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-578574312652040557?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/578574312652040557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=578574312652040557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/578574312652040557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/578574312652040557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/03/mortified-shoebox-show.html' title=''/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-2396832881058320696</id><published>2008-03-21T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:18:50.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good PK News</title><content type='html'>Pk's feline acne is mostly gone.  It could return, i read on the internet it can be caused by stress.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pk seemed to be feeling sorta stressed last night cause my roommates and i had a moving truck and were somewhat frantically trying to get all of our house inside it.  I was worried pk would think we would leave him behind like his last people probably did.  He liked all the boxes and having new places to hide but his tail was gigantic by the end of the night.  When i came home I had to call for him outside for awhile then we went up stairs.  He wandered around in my room for a bit while I used the computer and then when i was going to sleep i called for him again, he jumped onto the bed and curled up right near my head.  He must like heads a lot right now cause he slept my davids head the other morning.  I slept all night with my arm around him it was sooo cute.  Then we stretched, ate breakfast and curled up in bed together again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I don't have to work till 12, thats why I have so much chill morning time with the kitty.  He had his head tucked behind my shoulder but then robot barked and pk sat up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-2396832881058320696?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2396832881058320696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=2396832881058320696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/2396832881058320696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/2396832881058320696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-pk-news.html' title='Good PK News'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-7345053478453682967</id><published>2008-03-19T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:43:33.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PK moves!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Done with school for like a minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But busy moving to a new house because if I didn't mention it on the blog before, my landlord decided that we didn't want to live there anymmore and gave us 30days!  Awesome!  That means PK has to stay inside again, which means I have to have a litter box in my room again.  At least the new room doesnt have carpet, but still gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the beautiful flowers on the trees are giving me allergies, the inside of my ears feel all hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David's making me spagetti!  I'm so excited!  Eating dinner without making it is very special.  Probably my favorite boyfriend event of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-7345053478453682967?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7345053478453682967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=7345053478453682967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7345053478453682967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7345053478453682967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/03/pk-moves.html' title='PK moves!'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-5481475398612660853</id><published>2008-03-17T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T09:23:12.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R96YkImuNtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/H2zS_ElDuZM/s1600-h/pk+at+breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R96YkImuNtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/H2zS_ElDuZM/s400/pk+at+breakfast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178744368075257554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how pk is sitting all weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-5481475398612660853?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5481475398612660853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=5481475398612660853' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/5481475398612660853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/5481475398612660853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/03/cute.html' title='Cute'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R96YkImuNtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/H2zS_ElDuZM/s72-c/pk+at+breakfast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-2287403926023737264</id><published>2008-03-16T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:41:50.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back by popular demand</title><content type='html'>Jennifer reported to seeing PK stuck in the strings that hang off the loom.  She said he was pretty confused and kept trying to go different directions but just kept being stuck.  Eventually though he did back out of the string wrapped around him to free himself from the loom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PK has been pretty spunky and playful.  He likes to roll around on his back and swat at things.  He's also been clawing at my speakers so I'll yell at him (I think he likes the yelling) and he can bound accross the room.  I need to make him a scratching post or two.  He does like the ground scratching post that Jaime gave me though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer took a really cute picture of PK today, I'll post it as soon as she emails it to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-2287403926023737264?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2287403926023737264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=2287403926023737264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/2287403926023737264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/2287403926023737264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-by-popular-demand.html' title='Back by popular demand'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-7044431561265856979</id><published>2008-03-13T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T10:24:20.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>creepy! japanese video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9pO33EGyb9M&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9pO33EGyb9M&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-7044431561265856979?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7044431561265856979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=7044431561265856979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7044431561265856979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7044431561265856979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='creepy! japanese video'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-5025912184472995825</id><published>2008-03-09T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T10:03:11.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrity dreams</title><content type='html'>Awhile ago i had a dream i met jane fonda.  I told her about how i read her autobiography, and some other book about her and asked her what she was talking about when she said cunt, cause i hadnt watched the clip on tmz yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a couple nights ago i had a dream i was watching tv and paris hilton had turned sort of punk rock and had changed her name to something more punk that i cant remember.  she also had "good charlotte" tattoed across her face and then like some other weird tattos on her face.  hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should stop reading tmz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-5025912184472995825?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5025912184472995825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=5025912184472995825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/5025912184472995825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/5025912184472995825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/03/celebrity-dreams.html' title='celebrity dreams'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-7994796810943429893</id><published>2008-03-05T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:12:54.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PK continues to be weird about going outside.  After alli suggested he get a sweater, i was talking about how that would be cute, but it wouldnt cover up his shaved leg. unless, he had a bodysuit!  haha.  maggie could probably knit one for me.  It would have to be angora so he would still smell like a rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff has been busy.  &lt;br /&gt;*I like the new job a lot, right now I'm picking my retirement plan. haha.  I don't have to come in till 12 on friday so i can get paid while im out drinking with them.  awesome for sure.&lt;br /&gt;*School has been obnoxious, along with having to get up saturday morning to listen to people bitch about math, my econ class has been especially demanding.  Next semester I'm only taking two classes.  One is adavanced excel, and the other is either management (cause i have to take it and maybe itd be good for bike farm) or an investing class.&lt;br /&gt;*Bike farm has been taking up a good chunk of time, its been good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;*My house only has 3 people in it again and i realized the awsome thing about that is being home alone more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the end of winter.  this weekend is spring forward and i couldnt be happier about it.  I started some seeds for the garden so far theres collards, snow peas, brussle sprouts, basil, lettuce and some other herbs (if the little plastic greenhouse i got from the dead peoples house works).  i heart plants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-7994796810943429893?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7994796810943429893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=7994796810943429893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7994796810943429893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7994796810943429893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/03/pk-continues-to-be-weird-about-going.html' title=''/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-1567110672340076300</id><published>2008-03-03T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:19:58.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PK returns to the porch</title><content type='html'>Because I was not able to build a doggie barrier higher than robots jumping abilites, I've started feeding PK outside on the front porch cause thats the only place the dogs don't have free range of.  He's pretty sketched about it and most of the time whines in my room till I walk out there with him.  Then if i try to dip out before he's done he'll stop eating and come inside and whine more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning it was cold, so i couldnt tell if pk was shivering because he has those big gaps in his fur or if he was so scared to be out there.  I hope he can eat on his own soon.  He has been going outside on his own.  Good for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-1567110672340076300?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1567110672340076300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=1567110672340076300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/1567110672340076300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/1567110672340076300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/03/pk-returns-to-porch.html' title='PK returns to the porch'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-1400490919636784955</id><published>2008-02-28T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T18:01:21.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ps</title><content type='html'>my temp job hired me for permanent, so now when i go to the bar with them my time is paid. fucking sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pk is hungry, ill make him cuddle for a bit then we'll both get some foods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-1400490919636784955?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1400490919636784955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=1400490919636784955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/1400490919636784955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/1400490919636784955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/ps.html' title='ps'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-6753724728472641612</id><published>2008-02-28T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:59:00.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr. scratchy tongue</title><content type='html'>I've been stalling on writing about PK's achievements in recovery recently because I've been wanting to have some photo evidence but yall can just take my word cause itll take me forever to actually take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pk still looks all funny cause the shaved spots are taking forever to grow in.  However he does look really handsome in his new collar that David picked up for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a doggie proof door with a kitty hole in the bottom.  Which is actually just a bike boxed filled with books and records with a hole cut so pk can walk through it.  He's been using it mostly at night I think so he can hang out in the kitchen.  Yesterday he explored the backyard while david and i ate on the back porch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pks been just generally cute.  He's been doing the licking peoples faces when they are cuddling/holding im pretty generously.  Its so cute but it also hurts really bad.  I can still feel the burn on my cheek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-6753724728472641612?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6753724728472641612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=6753724728472641612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6753724728472641612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6753724728472641612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/mr-scratchy-tongue.html' title='mr. scratchy tongue'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-7311461329387558455</id><published>2008-02-20T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T15:33:17.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pk recovery?</title><content type='html'>Last night pk left my room to sit on a chair in the kitchen while david, jennifer and brian and i had a beer.  He interacted with robot same as before the attack and things went well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was nice out again, and I thought pk might like to sit outside with me.  Except he didnt.  I carried him out to the front porch, where perhaps he had flashbacks of the attack because he scurried for the hole in the fence and then ran under the neighbors porch (if only he could have done that last time!).  I tried to tempt him with veal flavored baby food, he smelled it but didnt seem to want to eat it.  I called david and he told me just to let him come out on his own.  About a half hour after that i got bored/nervous of waiting and peeked at him again, this time he came out almost right away and rushed into my arms.  But he totally freaked as i went in the gate, but i got him inside safely and now hes looking out the window again like he would like to go outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think pks physical wounds healed much faster than his emotional wounds.  poor kitty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-7311461329387558455?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7311461329387558455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=7311461329387558455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7311461329387558455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7311461329387558455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/pk-recovery.html' title='pk recovery?'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-4039793435949940707</id><published>2008-02-18T10:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:15:06.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumpster log'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumpster scores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Less pk news</title><content type='html'>PK seems mostly like a normal cat now, except for the patches of hair still missing on his legs and body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In non pk news the v-day benefit for bike farm was pretty fun.  Bike farm now has a good chunk of cash to deposit, and i have a lot of quickbooks work to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after vd, david and i went on our 2nd annual valentines date metal show to see sonata arctica, theyre from finland, they were great, it  was sort of like watching dethclock live.  I'd never seen anyone play a keytar not as a joke before. &lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of them in japan if your curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XiDsY0_rPNc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XiDsY0_rPNc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing fish tycoon too much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday david and i scored bread at delfinas dumpster at 11:20, we must get the times down.  We could have got pizza but the idiots put it in a seperate box from the food but then threw it in the dumpster upside down. so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-4039793435949940707?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4039793435949940707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=4039793435949940707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4039793435949940707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4039793435949940707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/less-pk-news.html' title='Less pk news'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-3634775167703765509</id><published>2008-02-13T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:25:05.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PK improved version 2.3</title><content type='html'>Pk has been getting much better.  I've been trying to ignore his presumed muscle stiffness cause it sorta worries me but i dont really think it requires a doctors visit unless it hurts pk if i touch it or if he starts to feel worse instead of better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pk has been feeling so much better that today he escaped from his cell which is my room.  I made pk a seat neart the window which ive been leaving slightly ajar when the weather permits.  When i do things in the backyard I like to look up at him looking out the window and say hi.  Today though a minute or two after i said hi to him I heard a strange noise.  I looked up and saw pk on the piece of roof outside of my window.  I told him no and raced in to bring him back inside before his bad foot made him slip off the roof or something scary like that.  but by the time i made it back upstairs he was 3/4ths of the way inside.  I was pretty impressed cause the window is about a foot above the roof and it was only open a couple inches.  &lt;br /&gt;good for pk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also started playing!  I don't have real cat toys but tonight I'm bringing him some cat nip.  David took some super cute pictures of him the other day but now i cant find them.  So imagine pictures of pk waking up, opening his eyes, yawning and stretching.  Cute huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-3634775167703765509?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3634775167703765509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=3634775167703765509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3634775167703765509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3634775167703765509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/pk-improved-version-23.html' title='PK improved version 2.3'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-9068359538947609475</id><published>2008-02-10T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:05:51.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pk</title><content type='html'>Pk has been getting pretty steadily better.  This morning I opened the window a crack and he really enjoyed getting some fresh air.  but when I was lifting him to his window sitting spot i noticed a lump under his skin between his arms.  I couldnt find anything on his skin and he didnt seem to mind when i touched it but it made me pretty worried.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then David and I went to the Handbuilt Bike Show (it was way cool, cooler than I expected).  The instant I walked in I eyed the drink cart, but waiting until I got bonnie and larry onboard to drink with me before I got a beer.  I told the bartender how i was stressed cause my kitty was hurting and she said that she had a kitty that got in a fight and got hurt and hid for 3 days.  When she found the kitty its muscles on its front where all knotted cause it had been so scared.  I was relieved that the lumps on pks front might just be sore muscles and not a tumor or weird infection that I should be rushing him off to the vet for.  The beer made me feel better too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pk thanks all his well-wishers for their support durring this trying time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-9068359538947609475?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/9068359538947609475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=9068359538947609475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/9068359538947609475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/9068359538947609475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-pk.html' title='More pk'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-7812117020435913180</id><published>2008-02-08T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:38:19.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PK'/><title type='text'>pk update</title><content type='html'>pk is walking today, he can get on and off the bed by himself and into and out of the cat box.  hes still not able to do some things but thats pretty good.  soon ill be done with his antibiotics.  yey for magically fast recoveries.  maybe ill get a full nights sleep soon.  i woke up a lot last night to make sure i hadn't rolled over and crushed his bad leg.  im sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-7812117020435913180?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7812117020435913180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=7812117020435913180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7812117020435913180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7812117020435913180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/pk-update.html' title='pk update'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-1341628120186594312</id><published>2008-02-07T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:37:35.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PK'/><title type='text'>PK Today</title><content type='html'>PK has been eating almost his normal amount, and I no longer have to hold it in my hand for him, he'll eat out of a dish.  He's drinking water too!  His foot is really swollen but he can sit with it bent now.  Many improvements.  I'm very excited.  My room is a little cold so hes sitting under a blanket but ealier today I opened up the curtains for him and he seemed to enjoy looking out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two more days of antibiotics and then he'll just seem like a lazy cat instead of a sick cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-1341628120186594312?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1341628120186594312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=1341628120186594312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/1341628120186594312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/1341628120186594312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/pk-today.html' title='PK Today'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-6038756708321732390</id><published>2008-02-05T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:25:56.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty pictures'/><title type='text'>Pk part 3</title><content type='html'>Pk is eating real cat food again!  He's a little too hurting in the leg to walk now days, I think earlier he had more pain killers and was willing to walk but now hes not.  So occasionally I (or David) just have to pick him up and set him in the cat box.  I think hes sorta embaressed he cant do it himself but whatever at least we havent had any accidents.  Right now he's doing an awesome job cleanign his wounds too.  And they stopped gushing everywhere!  &lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures of pk toughing it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6k9h8xhT-I/AAAAAAAAADo/s0csuotxoPY/s1600-h/pk+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6k9h8xhT-I/AAAAAAAAADo/s0csuotxoPY/s400/pk+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163726101215793122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was yesterday, he felt so icky i didnt want to upset him by using a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6k9icxhT_I/AAAAAAAAADw/9YRm5-Nry44/s1600-h/pk+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6k9icxhT_I/AAAAAAAAADw/9YRm5-Nry44/s400/pk+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163726109805727730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was me trying to get a picture of his gushing leg, but its sorta unclear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6k9isxhUAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QPT3QRXb2AI/s1600-h/pk+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6k9isxhUAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QPT3QRXb2AI/s400/pk+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163726114100695042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pk today, he's doing much better but its hard to tell in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6k9isxhUBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/N9h2Vn3hvp4/s1600-h/pk+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6k9isxhUBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/N9h2Vn3hvp4/s400/pk+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163726114100695058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pk cleaning yey!  thats his pain killers stuck to his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6k9i8xhUCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/upApNgf7Mw8/s1600-h/pk+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6k9i8xhUCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/upApNgf7Mw8/s400/pk+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163726118395662370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that gross stain on the edge of the blanket, my bed is covered in those from when pk was gushing more.  David borrowed my computer over at his house and it still had some of pk's blood on it and he said violet seemed really upset.  I bet she'll be nicer to him next time he walks me over to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6lA28xhUDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kYivc3fiP0U/s1600-h/davie%27s+french+bikes+and+violet+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6lA28xhUDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kYivc3fiP0U/s400/davie%27s+french+bikes+and+violet+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163729760527929394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's violet looking concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6lzq8xhUFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E1QE8eWgsFM/s1600-h/davie%27s+french+bikes+and+violet+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6lzq8xhUFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E1QE8eWgsFM/s400/davie%27s+french+bikes+and+violet+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163785629462515794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a cute picture of pk when he was healthy.  This picture should be taller but blogger is messing it up and im too lazy to upload it elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I guess I'm a crazy cat lady already.  oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-6038756708321732390?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6038756708321732390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=6038756708321732390' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6038756708321732390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6038756708321732390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/pk-part-3.html' title='Pk part 3'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6k9h8xhT-I/AAAAAAAAADo/s0csuotxoPY/s72-c/pk+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-6878055797183688667</id><published>2008-02-05T07:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:25:03.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken baby food'/><title type='text'>the pk report continued</title><content type='html'>for those concerned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pk ate almost a whole jar of chicken flavored baby food last night!  elizabeth said it was mcdonalds for cats.  its also good cause its watery so we know he wont be getting dehydrated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately this morning i have to go to work.  but when i petted him this morning instead of the pathetic quiet whine he had been making yesterday it was the normal petting a tired kitty noise!  PK likes to talk a lot but he hasnt been meowing much since he got back from the hospital, I know once he is meowing my ear off again that he'll be doing fine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, more as it develops&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-6878055797183688667?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6878055797183688667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=6878055797183688667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6878055797183688667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6878055797183688667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/pk-report-continued.html' title='the pk report continued'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-215708824233907425</id><published>2008-02-04T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:23:19.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugged kitty'/><title type='text'>the pk report.</title><content type='html'>Last night david and i fell asleep on my bed horizontally so that we wouldnt have to move pk.  but david steamrolls in his sleep and eventually pk moved to the closet to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PK woke up with diarrhea this morning.  boy was it stinky.  hes been in some pain cause the pain medicine patch came off.  i called the doctors about it and they said i could bring him in and theyd put it back on.  im sorta tempted to just rest it on him while he sleeps cause hes been making some really sad kitty noises.  he also wont eat today so far.  im pretty worried but david thinks that he just needs to sleep a bunch.  he might be going through withdrawals cause his pain patch seemed like really intense shit, his eyes were like rolling back into his head yesterday when he was under the bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could know for sure that pk would be okay, or at least the best way to take care of him.  earlier while i was out he got out of the closet and jumped onto my bed by himself.  he then slept and bled all over my computer.  im glad all the keys still seem to be working fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz1234567890-=\][;'/.,  yey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-215708824233907425?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/215708824233907425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=215708824233907425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/215708824233907425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/215708824233907425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/pk-report.html' title='the pk report.'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-7771364165249818349</id><published>2008-02-03T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:21:13.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugged kitty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty skeleton'/><title type='text'>cute new pictures of pk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6Z7bsxhT8I/AAAAAAAAADY/7p6QFmYkDRI/s1600-h/pkbody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6Z7bsxhT8I/AAAAAAAAADY/7p6QFmYkDRI/s400/pkbody.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162949738632400834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6Z7b8xhT9I/AAAAAAAAADg/D0CSD7umykQ/s1600-h/pkleg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6Z7b8xhT9I/AAAAAAAAADg/D0CSD7umykQ/s400/pkleg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162949742927368146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can click on those to make them bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes home!  minus lots of fur.  he has two shaved bands on his front legs and one of his back legs is all shaved and theres a shaved spot on his tummy where he's getting the drugs out of a bag of fluid stuck to him, weird.  hes super high, i dont really like it but its only a couple of days.  im so excited hes home. he has to live only in my room for a month and a half!  were gonna have some cabin fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey for pk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-7771364165249818349?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7771364165249818349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=7771364165249818349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7771364165249818349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7771364165249818349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/cute-new-pictures-of-pk.html' title='cute new pictures of pk'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R6Z7bsxhT8I/AAAAAAAAADY/7p6QFmYkDRI/s72-c/pkbody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-4061742837528873264</id><published>2008-02-03T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:14:25.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PK'/><title type='text'>Kitty. am.</title><content type='html'>well i slept for about 5 hours.  Then the kitty hospital called and said I couldnt pick up PK as early as I had planned.  Hes okay but had some bleeding in his leg overnight and needs extra rest and meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im too anxious to get him home to go back to sleep.  todays going to be a busy day but at least i already have my banking done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-4061742837528873264?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4061742837528873264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=4061742837528873264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4061742837528873264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4061742837528873264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/kitty-am.html' title='Kitty. am.'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-2903831668391582247</id><published>2008-02-03T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:13:17.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attacked by pitbulls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty'/><title type='text'>Kitty.</title><content type='html'>PK was attacked by two pit bulls today.  He stayed overnight in the hospital.  But can come home tomorrow.  I was falling alseep at momokos b-day but now that im in bed i cant sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll have to stay in my room for a couple of days, which means, Ill have to buy a litter box, how annoying.  My room is gonna smell gross.  And I'll have to clean cause there's clothes everywhere.  I also have cookies to make and homework to do and I hoped to see Jaime.  ahhh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure what is making me so busy but it has to stop soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl playing boggle with me just said "that was sooo close" about a game that was 21 to 59.  me with the 59 of course.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh but i just want to sleep so i can pick up pk sooner.  i wish after that i could go back to sleep cause beds are warm and nice and i dont get enough time in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres to kittys and beds.&lt;br /&gt;hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-2903831668391582247?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2903831668391582247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=2903831668391582247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/2903831668391582247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/2903831668391582247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/02/kitty.html' title='Kitty.'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-7700606574564854246</id><published>2008-01-26T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:09:51.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakdancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no babbies please'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>makes me laugh</title><content type='html'>i was looking up breakdancing on youtube and found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jFHup8UwWHk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jFHup8UwWHk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBMRVXm150E&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBMRVXm150E&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hXtrSF8_H_k&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hXtrSF8_H_k&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-7700606574564854246?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7700606574564854246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=7700606574564854246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7700606574564854246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7700606574564854246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/01/makesme-laugh.html' title='makes me laugh'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-9179791982732614221</id><published>2008-01-25T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:09:19.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookie day'/><title type='text'>life stuff</title><content type='html'>for myself and jaime here is my new weekly schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday- ?&lt;br /&gt;monday - hang out with david&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - work 9-2&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - work 9-2, school till 5-7ish.&lt;br /&gt;thursday - work 9-2, volunteer at planned parenthood 2:30-5ish, go to the library.&lt;br /&gt;friday - work 10:30-3:30, drink w/ coworkers, ?&lt;br /&gt;saturday - school till 2-4ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i canmake school be at different times.  maybe ill get lots of work done tomrrow be ahead, but probably not.  i wonder if my math teacher would care if i brought my laptop to class to work on other classes.  maybe ill just bring a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new job is great.  my theory was right, that some people who do bookkeeping don't want someone who is really well trained, they want someone that they can train to do it their way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cookie day was awesome, no one even has to make cookies, they buy cookies!  yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-9179791982732614221?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/9179791982732614221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=9179791982732614221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/9179791982732614221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/9179791982732614221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-stuff.html' title='life stuff'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-5991568262897892556</id><published>2008-01-19T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:08:22.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furry boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='britney spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tmz crap'/><title type='text'>omg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R5J-H94an9I/AAAAAAAAADM/g0fZCVZgzvM/s1600-h/0116_liza_minnelli_npg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R5J-H94an9I/AAAAAAAAADM/g0fZCVZgzvM/s400/0116_liza_minnelli_npg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157323198628011986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know who these people are cause they arent big celebrities like britney but more of my shoes!  crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-5991568262897892556?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5991568262897892556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=5991568262897892556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/5991568262897892556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/5991568262897892556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/01/omg.html' title='omg'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R5J-H94an9I/AAAAAAAAADM/g0fZCVZgzvM/s72-c/0116_liza_minnelli_npg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-233518194543137792</id><published>2008-01-19T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:07:37.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furry boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tmz crap'/><title type='text'>I could have been hip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R5J2xN4an8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PsO1ib2Mgiw/s1600-h/0118_brandy_bauer_griffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R5J2xN4an8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PsO1ib2Mgiw/s400/0118_brandy_bauer_griffin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157315111204593602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing homework but i was looking at tmz.  and saw the boots i sold down at alberta only in black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to work. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-233518194543137792?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/233518194543137792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=233518194543137792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/233518194543137792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/233518194543137792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-could-have-been-hip.html' title='I could have been hip'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R5J2xN4an8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PsO1ib2Mgiw/s72-c/0118_brandy_bauer_griffin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-7325472126777217961</id><published>2008-01-18T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:07:01.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookie day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boggle'/><title type='text'>+ and -</title><content type='html'>The good news!&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A JOB!  my first choice job!  heres a link to their website: &lt;a href="https://www.greentagsusa.org/GreenTags/index.cfm"&gt;https://www.greentagsusa.org/GreenTags/index.cfm&lt;/a&gt;.  They have cookie day on wednesday and a "mandatory" pub meeting on friday.  I'll have to buy nicer clothes soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bad news.&lt;br /&gt;facebook boggle is gone.... so that link probably wont work anymore.  my awesome rating is probably gone.  and i have nothing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-7325472126777217961?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7325472126777217961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=7325472126777217961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7325472126777217961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7325472126777217961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/01/and.html' title='+ and -'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-688738612038678364</id><published>2008-01-14T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:06:09.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boggle rivals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boggle'/><title type='text'>Facebook | Bogglific</title><content type='html'>Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I've written or told everyone about how obessed I am with bogglific.  I've been playing so much that I recognize people that I play.  Theres this one girl Zoe Rice who has a higher ranking than me.  I've played her a bunch of times and shes pretty good.  I really wanted to beat her, I guess cause her picture and name are easy to recognize, or maybe cause in her picture she has a pom pom and looks like someone I wouldnt like in highschool.  Anyways, I was playing a pretty tough board and i saw tactful, sorta zigzagging around the board.  The game ended and I had finally beat Zoe Rice.  bwahahhaha!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a link, if you want proof.  &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/bogglific/?mode=play&amp;amp;gid=1754978"&gt;Facebook | Bogglific&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've finally started to get interviews for jobs.  so far nothing perfect or awesome but at least people are considering me now.  David just assured me I havent been acting crazy with my annoyance at people not hiring me, but I think hes just being nice.  So sorry I've been nuts friends but I might be normal (?) again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-688738612038678364?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/688738612038678364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=688738612038678364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/688738612038678364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/688738612038678364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/01/facebook-bogglific.html' title='Facebook | Bogglific'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-5011166926427992635</id><published>2008-01-12T18:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:21:58.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy people avoidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy people'/><title type='text'>More crazies.</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of going to school ive had in awhile.  A crazy lady said/did these things to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After the teacher walked by and said he was copying the syllabus the crazy lady said "at least it seems like he speaks english" at least four times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Scoffed at some other random student and told me that the girl "made all sorts of problems for her when they had a class together" and that she at least felt good that the other girl was only in MTH 60 (as said by someoen in MTH 111).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She had found out I had already taken the class so I let her sit down first, she sat in the front, so i sat in the middle.  But then she moved in the seat right next to me pretending she wanted to talk to the girls on to my right.  They seemed pretty disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She made some weird hand motion which caused the teacher to ask her if she could hear and she said "I'm just trying to hear above this noise behind me" (meaning the two girls she choose to sit right next to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After the syllabus had been read she asked me if I "just had it all figured out and knew exactly what I was doing" I replied that only the syllabus had been read so I wasnt sure if i knew it all yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew she was a crazy that would be hard to shake, so when it came time to partner up to make some graphs, I instantly looked to the boy a chair down to my left, rather than get stuck with the crazy right next to me.  The girls she had come to sit next to left her out and durring the discussion of the problem she slammed her book shut and pushed it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan for next class is to come later than her so I can pick a seat far away from her and perhaps next to anyone but her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-5011166926427992635?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5011166926427992635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=5011166926427992635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/5011166926427992635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/5011166926427992635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-crazies.html' title='More crazies.'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-7785553408918930977</id><published>2008-01-10T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:35:06.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grocery shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward conversations'/><title type='text'>Same old.</title><content type='html'>Today at the grocery store I had a strange conversation with the checker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me = Me&lt;br /&gt;My head = What I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;The lady = The checker lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I approach the checkout with cookie dough (my lunch) in hand)&lt;br /&gt;The lady:  Girls must not like you.&lt;br /&gt;My head: Oh crap, she knows, how does she know.  Do I really look that desperate for friends, how can she tell that?  &lt;br /&gt;The lady:  You must not have &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;My head: Hmmm, does she think I'm a boy, I wonder, this is portland, I think I think I look like a girl, I am wearing a weird vest.  I havent been mistaken for a boy in years, what a weird lady.&lt;br /&gt;The lady:  Girls must hate you.&lt;br /&gt;My head:  Really, they hate me, what the fuck why does this lady think I'm such an unlikeable boy who girls cant stand! wtf!&lt;br /&gt;The lady:  You have the most perfect hair.  I bet no one wants to be friends with you cause they are so jealous, and I bet you hate it don't you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: uh no its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-7785553408918930977?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7785553408918930977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=7785553408918930977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7785553408918930977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7785553408918930977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/01/same-old.html' title='Same old.'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-8440902270331136325</id><published>2008-01-03T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:34:09.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mannequins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Bag o' heads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R33P2t4an7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/cBLjpByIvcY/s1600-h/japan2+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R33P2t4an7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/cBLjpByIvcY/s400/japan2+138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151502087717822386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-8440902270331136325?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8440902270331136325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=8440902270331136325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/8440902270331136325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/8440902270331136325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/01/bag-o.html' title='Bag o&apos; heads'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R33P2t4an7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/cBLjpByIvcY/s72-c/japan2+138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-16763061321054385</id><published>2008-01-03T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:32:55.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conveyerbelt sushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese food'/><title type='text'>Gross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1036/760531802_ad84b988e7_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1036/760531802_ad84b988e7_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sushi, with a hotdog like thing and mayonnaise type stuff.  This picture makes me not miss japan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-16763061321054385?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/16763061321054385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=16763061321054385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/16763061321054385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/16763061321054385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2008/01/gross.html' title='Gross'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1036/760531802_ad84b988e7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-4805503370644326196</id><published>2008-01-01T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:49:29.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerding out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rouge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boggle'/><title type='text'>a new year</title><content type='html'>heres to 2008 being not like 2007.  so far so good.  i finally beat cu's ranking on boggific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im addicted to this computer game.  ive been playing it for like 15 years and ive  never beaten it.  its called rogue.  its the first non-text based game.  you go deep into this dungeon and fight letters of the alphabet.  its soo fun.  im actually getting better at it, i think 2008 will be the year i beat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now back to boggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-4805503370644326196?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4805503370644326196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=4805503370644326196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-8565629705098395341</id><published>2007-12-27T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:17:01.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings of shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little big head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs droll'/><title type='text'>grrr</title><content type='html'>one of the dogs at my house shit in front of my bedroom door so that i could just barely squeeze into my room without smearing shit on my door and the carpet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the culprit is morgan aka little big head.  shes a puppy that is staying with us temporarily.  im dog sitting robot (the dalmation) but i dont think it was him because &lt;br /&gt;a) ive been walking him lots  &lt;br /&gt;b) i dont think hes ever shit inside before&lt;br /&gt;c) it takes him a long time to poop so id think if it were him the poop would be in many places as he walked around trying to poop for awhile like he does on our walks&lt;br /&gt;d) he eats a lot of trash and normally his poop isnt as healthy looking as the poop by my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today after lunch i snuck into my room hopeing someone would come home soon and clean up the poop, freeing me.  but i just ended up stuck in my room all afternoon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a note to my roommates asking them to clean it when they get home in case they somehow dont see the shit itself.  and david drew a remarkable accurate picture of the poop.  i just wanted him to draw one of those steamy, swirly cartoonish poops, but the realistic poop is way better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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I'm pretty sure I have previously blogged about how he does a bunch of coke talks loudly with his stupid friends and plays music really loud all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new development is now theres always someone obnoxiously singing along to otherwise decent songs.  Like now they are playing the pixies but the singers are totally ruining it for me.  Luckily tonight i made plans to stay at my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fixed up the house across the street real nice and i hope the people who move into it call the cops on him all the time.  or perhaps i might.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-3560680061929624455?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3560680061929624455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=3560680061929624455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3560680061929624455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3560680061929624455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/12/fuck-guy-who-lives-in-davids-basement.html' title='Fuck the guy who lives in davids basement.'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-6036832469429459928</id><published>2007-12-26T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:13:29.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing with fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old pictures'/><title type='text'>ryans moms house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R3L2f94an2I/AAAAAAAAACU/hwDJOlIwYDs/s1600-h/P7030018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R3L2f94an2I/AAAAAAAAACU/hwDJOlIwYDs/s400/P7030018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148448353085464418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R3L2f94an3I/AAAAAAAAACc/dvAKTfOWctA/s1600-h/P7030019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R3L2f94an3I/AAAAAAAAACc/dvAKTfOWctA/s400/P7030019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148448353085464434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-6036832469429459928?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6036832469429459928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=6036832469429459928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6036832469429459928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6036832469429459928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/12/ryans-moms-house.html' title='ryans moms house'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R3L2f94an2I/AAAAAAAAACU/hwDJOlIwYDs/s72-c/P7030018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-6756213383417456454</id><published>2007-12-26T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:10:18.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boggle'/><title type='text'>an old blog entry i typed up at home</title><content type='html'>I am testing out my new program.  Its called open office writer.  I have it cause my Microsoft office trial expired and it looked like I could reinstall it and make it work another 30 times but I cant!  So far its pretty good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davids house is fucking cold cause they dont have heat so I'm at my own house which means I can plug my computer into my stereo and listen to the music on my computer really loud, but my house doesnt have internet (yet!) or else id be playing online boggle instead of updating my blog, its quite unfortunate.  A problem I have with this open office is that it is underlining internet and online cause it thinks internet should be capitalized and online should be hyphenated.  Thats dumb.  Its not even accepting blog, these would all be accepted in online boggle.  Lame.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so full from dalos that I can feel the food being digested.  Its pretty gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-6756213383417456454?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6756213383417456454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=6756213383417456454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6756213383417456454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6756213383417456454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/12/old-blog-entry-i-typed-up-at-home.html' title='an old blog entry i typed up at home'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-6262184021644615946</id><published>2007-12-20T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:31:45.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job hunting'/><title type='text'>icky.</title><content type='html'>so i didnt get the job i was interviewing for.  which makes this the first time ever i didnt get a job i interviewed for, and i even sent a fucking thank you card.  they do want me to come down there for future positions or something but thats not a job right now so i guess jaime and i will be having "bummer you didnt get the job" drinks on friday instead of celebratory drinks.  damn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well off to my volunteer job now.  meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck unemployment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-6262184021644615946?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6262184021644615946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=6262184021644615946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6262184021644615946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6262184021644615946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/12/icky.html' title='icky.'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-8306531146265006752</id><published>2007-12-19T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:57:43.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike snobs dumb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike snob'/><title type='text'>Bike stuff.</title><content type='html'>Theres a really funny blog &lt;a href="http://bikesnobnyc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bike Snob NYC&lt;/a&gt; perhaps youve read it.  Its a bitchy guy bitching about dumb things, and probably cool things too but its witty so its interesting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing better than a bitchy person wittily ranting is a witty response making the ranty bitch look like a stupid ranty bitch.  This is in response to a humorous "review" of the cane creek headset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; don julio said... &lt;br /&gt;For a true comparison, you should force an incompatible king in the test rig. Have another homemade press or two on standby, in case it happens to fail before the cups or headtube. Added leverage always helps, and don't forget, if it's jammed, force it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-8306531146265006752?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8306531146265006752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=8306531146265006752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/8306531146265006752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/8306531146265006752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/12/bike-stuff_19.html' title='Bike stuff.'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-340576248616620051</id><published>2007-12-16T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:43:47.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this american life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short shorts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked lady party'/><title type='text'>NPR stuff</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to this american life a lot.  its fun.  I wanted to go out to eat tonight but now its sorta late and i still dont know where i want to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaime ate at dots.  that always sounds good.  but its too far for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heres my favorite embaressing picture of casey, although I think most of you have already seen it.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R2YETN4an1I/AAAAAAAAACM/OQ9RYX4rr2E/s1600-h/caseyshorts4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R2YETN4an1I/AAAAAAAAACM/OQ9RYX4rr2E/s400/caseyshorts4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144804352507682642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-340576248616620051?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/340576248616620051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=340576248616620051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/340576248616620051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/340576248616620051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/12/npr-stuff.html' title='NPR stuff'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R2YETN4an1I/AAAAAAAAACM/OQ9RYX4rr2E/s72-c/caseyshorts4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-3130519375453025715</id><published>2007-12-16T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:57:59.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keirin frame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boggle'/><title type='text'>Pictures of stuff</title><content type='html'>I'm addicted to facebook boggle.  but no one is online to play with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job interview monday at a pizza place part time as an accounting assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R2Wxqt4an0I/AAAAAAAAACE/L6JnyqinL4E/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R2Wxqt4an0I/AAAAAAAAACE/L6JnyqinL4E/s400/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144713496769503042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is violet playing in a box.  I wish her head was a little higher so you could see her little white beard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R2WxA94anyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TVZkm167HRc/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R2WxA94anyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TVZkm167HRc/s400/029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144712779509964578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R2Wwyt4anxI/AAAAAAAAABs/SSJ6breyDLw/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R2Wwyt4anxI/AAAAAAAAABs/SSJ6breyDLw/s400/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144712534696828690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are sloppy pictures of the frame I bought in Japan.  David gave me nice bars and a stem and when I get a job maybe I'll work on having a whole bike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-3130519375453025715?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3130519375453025715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=3130519375453025715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3130519375453025715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3130519375453025715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/12/pictures-of-stuff.html' title='Pictures of stuff'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R2Wxqt4an0I/AAAAAAAAACE/L6JnyqinL4E/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-5724319888405226893</id><published>2007-12-14T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:54:42.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scraper bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars hitting buildings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike farm'/><title type='text'>Bike stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bikeportland.org/2007/12/12/scene-on-the-street-a-colorful-scraper-bike/#more-6172"&gt;This is an article about david's friend and his &lt;b&gt;scraper bike&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Theres a slideshow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dabby left the stupidest comment ever on that story.  Probably cause he's so old his brain is broken.  and i guess that vance guy who ragged on bike farm is an asshole about anything cool.  thats funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day a truck backed into davids work.  Really hard it like moved furniture on the other side of a brick wall.  They also hit a gas line so david got to leave work early.  It was funny cause i cant imagine how someone could gain that much backwards speed on a busy street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-5724319888405226893?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5724319888405226893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=5724319888405226893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/5724319888405226893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/5724319888405226893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/12/bike-stuff.html' title='Bike stuff.'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-4779927103494354116</id><published>2007-12-11T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:45:27.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mermaids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='durian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Jaime's right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R1-KVrLK-RI/AAAAAAAAABc/FJTj9YajkLQ/s1600-h/sushi+180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R1-KVrLK-RI/AAAAAAAAABc/FJTj9YajkLQ/s400/sushi+180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142981404451862802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and I made what we call "Japanese Dinner" with soba, rice n' nori and tofu w/ ginger and wasabi. oishii! That means delicious. Now he thinks we will be watching the movie Mermaids, with Cher. But in actuality, I'll use the computer and he'll fall asleep after like 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R1-MR7LK-SI/AAAAAAAAABk/EKhbWMBrIe8/s1600-h/old+disk+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R1-MR7LK-SI/AAAAAAAAABk/EKhbWMBrIe8/s400/old+disk+030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142983539050608930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my durian.  Ill never buy one of those again.  Its called garbage fruit for a reason.  Gross.  I can almost smell it now.  Oh yeah and I made it into a face, can you see it?  I have more pictures to post I'll do it laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-4779927103494354116?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4779927103494354116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=4779927103494354116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4779927103494354116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/4779927103494354116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/12/jaimes-right.html' title='Jaime&apos;s right.'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R1-KVrLK-RI/AAAAAAAAABc/FJTj9YajkLQ/s72-c/sushi+180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-8161777311566847303</id><published>2007-12-06T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:39:09.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking with live animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google streetview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feline acne'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I took PK to the vet.  I was nervous cause I was taking him by bicycle.  He didnt like going in the cat carrier.   But he was already neutered so no surgury today.  The vet did say that the scab thats been on his chin since i got him isnt a scab its feline acne!  So i have to wash his chin twice a day till it gets better.  They gave me the meds for it for free!  He hates me though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This home i once refered to as my dream home is for rent.  It's a tiny tiny house in a big garden.    This is a picture of it from google street view (which is so creepy btw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R1ikg5mI7AI/AAAAAAAAABU/lgKXmKqOSWI/s1600-h/dreamhome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R1ikg5mI7AI/AAAAAAAAABU/lgKXmKqOSWI/s400/dreamhome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141039859766979586" / height="550"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-8161777311566847303?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8161777311566847303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=8161777311566847303' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/8161777311566847303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/8161777311566847303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-i-took-pk-to-vet.html' title=''/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R1ikg5mI7AI/AAAAAAAAABU/lgKXmKqOSWI/s72-c/dreamhome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-8247826847587188249</id><published>2007-12-03T22:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:35:20.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayumi hamasaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dj ozma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>I cant wait till someone is down to have a wierd japanese dance party with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/61NA4Lh5-RA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/61NA4Lh5-RA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is DJ Ozma, whom I just found out about today and love. I also love Ayumi Hamasaki but only her stupid slow songs were on youtube. I suggest, Night of Fire, Evolution and Independant (I dont know if its supposed to be misspelled or not).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-8247826847587188249?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8247826847587188249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=8247826847587188249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/8247826847587188249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/8247826847587188249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/12/dj-ozma-spiderman.html' title='I cant wait till someone is down to have a wierd japanese dance party with me'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-7722081935781784059</id><published>2007-12-03T20:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:22:58.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty'/><title type='text'>New friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R1TRv5mI6-I/AAAAAAAAABE/Q6p5QVr6hRI/s1600-R/IMG_2355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R1TRv5mI6-I/AAAAAAAAABE/yLtHmcWhu8I/s400/IMG_2355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139963695581424610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R1TRTZmI69I/AAAAAAAAAA8/nAOkC2rWuxg/s1600-R/IMG_2352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R1TRTZmI69I/AAAAAAAAAA8/sG4lfHtS1iY/s400/IMG_2352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139963205955152850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PK aka Porch Kitty.  He just showed up at our house, I think he liked the dogs and wanted to be friends with them.  He's so cute.  I'm so happy he adopted us.  Hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-7722081935781784059?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7722081935781784059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=7722081935781784059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7722081935781784059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7722081935781784059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-friend.html' title='New friend.'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R1TRv5mI6-I/AAAAAAAAABE/yLtHmcWhu8I/s72-c/IMG_2355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-210127887073665754</id><published>2007-12-03T12:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:19:12.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scraper bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>SCRAPER BIKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/hQGLNPJ9VCE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/hQGLNPJ9VCE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I heart this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-210127887073665754?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/210127887073665754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=210127887073665754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/210127887073665754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/210127887073665754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/12/scraper-bike.html' title='SCRAPER BIKE'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-6106535282043215763</id><published>2007-12-02T14:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:52:55.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superpowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no babbies please'/><title type='text'>What superpower would you chose?</title><content type='html'>I've finally decided on the superpower I'd want, realistically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose the power to make people sterile by just snapping my fingers at them or something small like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be great cause no one would ever find out that i have this superpower so i wont have to deal with being property of science or anything and i dont have to have a secret identity.  Also I could tell my close friends and they wouldnt be freaked out about my power.  not like invisibility cause even if one of my friends had that power itd still make me nervous that they could be around watching me at any moment.  And I'd be able to make the world a much better place.  children totally suck and some people just shouldnt have them.  I think I'm a pretty good judge of character, I probably would work on that so in my later years id be an even better super hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking my superpower of choice has made my life feel a little more complete.  Like I know myself that much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news its really windy and rainy.  I dont want to go outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-6106535282043215763?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6106535282043215763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=6106535282043215763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6106535282043215763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/6106535282043215763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-superpower-would-you-chose.html' title='What superpower would you chose?'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-9033971777566467735</id><published>2007-11-30T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:42:07.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad graffiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grateful dead'/><title type='text'>More bad graffiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R1CkRp-pYyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OAA3_2JEMO8/s1600-R/493690124_a357a5a258_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R1CkRp-pYyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8N_PDSpJbS8/s400/493690124_a357a5a258_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138787798063080226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about how much I loved the bad graffiti from japan I did a google search and found someone posted this picture in their &lt;a href="http://www.andiamnotlying.com/2007/worst-graffiti-everbest-graffiti-ever/#more-395"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. This is what he wrote about it "Graffiti art takes a LOT of practice. We can’t all be the next Dalek overnight, and there’s a lot of clumsy property damage between that first can on paint and gallery shows worldwide. It takes tags to make murals and murals validate Krylon krapmeisters — that’ s the yin and yang of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes graffiti’s just some prick with a spray-can. And every now and then, that spray-can lameness is so incredibly lame that it collapses in on itself and becomes a white dwarf of sheer wackness that blazes so brilliantly that it’s a form of retarded genius. It achieves artistic singularity, simultaneously shitty and incredible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was really funny. I'm going to continue my search for more bad graffiti. Surprisingly there isnt a gallery of that stuff that I've found. Its a challenging thing to search for because bad also means good in graffiti language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-9033971777566467735?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/9033971777566467735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=9033971777566467735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/9033971777566467735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/9033971777566467735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-bad-graffiti.html' title='More bad graffiti'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R1CkRp-pYyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8N_PDSpJbS8/s72-c/493690124_a357a5a258_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-5351212800788278430</id><published>2007-11-30T15:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:41:14.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkey mountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/sarasparkle/japan/japan1065.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of a monkey ridding a motorcycle.  On monkey mountain, the most fun thing to do/see in japan.  Probably more monkey pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed two calls today from a number i dont know and wasnt able to look up.  I hope it was a job that wanted me.  I am continuing to make stupid mistakes with my resume.  It was saved in a weird format that worked on my computer but not the one here at my work.  Then i sent another job a resume with a typo.  I also forgot my plan of sending emails from my fancy bike farm address.  dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is my last day at work.  yey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-5351212800788278430?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5351212800788278430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=5351212800788278430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/5351212800788278430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/5351212800788278430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/11/photo-sharing-and-video-hosting-at_2258.html' title=''/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-3248936090154519487</id><published>2007-11-29T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:39:38.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike portland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike farm'/><title type='text'>Stuffs</title><content type='html'>Bike Farm opens this Saturday.  That should be cool.  &lt;a href="http://bikeportland.org/2007/11/20/bike-farm-to-take-root-in-northeast-portland/"&gt;This is an article on bikeportland.org&lt;/a&gt; that was written about bike farm.  Complete with people poss from people angry about an opportunity to learn to fix their bikes up for cheap.  The whole boys vs. girls thing should probably have never come up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I'll be off from school for a really long time till Jan 7th.  I'd go travel but I've been traveling lots recently and don't have any money anyways.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that if i dont find a job in the next week it probably wont be till jan that I find a job.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diegos here so im going to visit with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-3248936090154519487?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3248936090154519487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=3248936090154519487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3248936090154519487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3248936090154519487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/11/stuffs.html' title='Stuffs'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-3092385037938520948</id><published>2007-11-29T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:39:02.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potato chip review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Best Thanksgiving Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R09N6r3enoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mWMta6kXhk0/s1600-h/casey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R09N6r3enoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mWMta6kXhk0/s400/casey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138411370456194690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUUMMMMM.  Seeing Lauras pictures from thanksgiving made me hungry all over again.  &lt;br /&gt;The rolls were so light and fluffy and went really great with the gravy.  The stuffing was amazing, stuffing should be a normal dinner meal like spaghetti.  yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I brought myself junkfood to have at work today.  However Boulder Canyon Salt and Peper chips arent as good as kettle chips.  This ones have garlic and onion in them which is not salt or pepper so i dont approve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later im sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-3092385037938520948?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3092385037938520948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=3092385037938520948' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3092385037938520948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/3092385037938520948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/11/best-thanksgiving-ever.html' title='Best Thanksgiving Ever'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R09N6r3enoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mWMta6kXhk0/s72-c/casey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-7354255318728628562</id><published>2007-11-28T14:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:38:19.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad graffiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='throw up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best graffiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Cold and wet.</title><content type='html'>I rode to work without something covering my ears and now they sting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw up into my mouth today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/sarasparkle/japan/japan1248.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" height="550"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this in japan. my favorite graffiti ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-7354255318728628562?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7354255318728628562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=7354255318728628562' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7354255318728628562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7354255318728628562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/11/photo-sharing-and-video-hosting-at_28.html' title='Cold and wet.'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-9013732176279514531</id><published>2007-11-26T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:36:50.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Still grrr</title><content type='html'>I found a giant stupid typeo in my resume that i had emailed to like 3 good jobs i actually wanted.  Fucking lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is potluck.  I should start cooking soon.  Think I'll make curry cause its easy and I have almost all the things for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-9013732176279514531?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/9013732176279514531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=9013732176279514531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/9013732176279514531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/9013732176279514531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/11/still-grrr.html' title='Still grrr'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-1264975885151973664</id><published>2007-11-23T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:36:28.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fusioncash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nintendo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sparks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle toads'/><title type='text'>Grrr</title><content type='html'>Job hunting is sucking.  Only two more days of work left till I'm possibly unemployed.  Not knowing sucks.  I should be able to make 30ish bucks on &lt;a href="http://www.fusioncash.net/?ref=sarasparkle"&gt;fusion cash&lt;/a&gt; before then though.  Although job hunting keeps me pretty busy online.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other better news, Thanksgiving was awesome.  I ate so much last night that its now 3pm and I still dont feel like I could fit any more food in.  I think my favorite was the green bean and garlic shoots casserole.  And the biscuits and gravy.  Yum.  Other highlights include Sweet Valley High books, Fireworks, Simpsons, Sparks after dinner, Battletoads and nintendo in general.  My friend Laura (whos visiting from Spokane) was taking pictures I'll steal them from her myspace soon I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-1264975885151973664?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1264975885151973664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=1264975885151973664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/1264975885151973664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/1264975885151973664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/11/grrr.html' title='Grrr'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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-2141495688468505777.post-7556530347576916896</id><published>2007-11-21T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:35:26.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty eating candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuddles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pig biscuits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese food'/><title type='text'>school ends for me soonish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R0SAVr3ennI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cQNMg-EWovk/s1600-h/weird+buns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R0SAVr3ennI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cQNMg-EWovk/s400/weird+buns.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135370585150234226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird pig buns in japan. at a really yummy bakery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning violet threw up and now she is so incredibly cuddly but im trying to get school work done so its difficult for us both. she also tried to eat my tootsie roll. she was tearing the paper off and being that she had just threw up i didnt think she should be eating candy, especially cause she never likes human food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-7556530347576916896?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7556530347576916896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=7556530347576916896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7556530347576916896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/7556530347576916896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/11/school-ends-for-me-soonish.html' title='school ends for me soonish.'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp2.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R0SAVr3ennI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cQNMg-EWovk/s72-c/weird+buns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-1066557358985873417</id><published>2007-11-20T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:34:31.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird veggies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cucumber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>i miss my garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R0OcOr3enmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/p8UesVgLUwQ/s1600-h/bikes+davie+sara+violet+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R0OcOr3enmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/p8UesVgLUwQ/s320/bikes+davie+sara+violet+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135119776240016994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the blue hammock is a cantaloupe, next to it is a cucumber that grew all funny.&lt;br /&gt;now its cold and everything is dead or growing really really slow. come on spring time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-1066557358985873417?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1066557358985873417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=1066557358985873417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/1066557358985873417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/1066557358985873417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-miss-my-garden.html' title='i miss my garden'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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://bp1.blogger.com/_TmUKPgOePVk/R0OcOr3enmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/p8UesVgLUwQ/s72-c/bikes+davie+sara+violet+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141495688468505777.post-2694756016680303507</id><published>2007-11-20T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:33:57.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang over'/><title type='text'>owwww</title><content type='html'>im so hung over.  icky gross feeling in the head.  this will probably ruin my drive to drink on thanksgiving which sucks.  oh well more room for foods.  so excited for yummy foods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141495688468505777-2694756016680303507?l=sarasparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2694756016680303507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141495688468505777&amp;postID=2694756016680303507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/2694756016680303507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141495688468505777/posts/default/2694756016680303507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasparkle.blogspot.com/2007/11/owwww.html' title='owwww'/><author><name>sarasparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00599700665015460957</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>
