tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90657491093177794022024-03-13T03:01:35.563-06:00pixie dustSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962164892515103048noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065749109317779402.post-76988032779711884642009-04-17T11:45:00.015-06:002009-04-17T13:01:50.653-06:00'It's Britney Bitch'<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Let me just begin by saying that I honestly cannot remember a time of having so much fun in my life! On Tuesday morning I wake up to my alarm blaring at 5:00 a.m. Now I know what you're thinking. . . "5:00 a.m.!! Hit the snooze button!" Well normally I would but not that morning. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">IT'S BRITNEY SPEARS DAY</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> and have to get to Salt Lake City!!! I quickly shower and pack a small bag for my quick overnight trip to Logan/Salt Lake for the concert.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_qcSF6wKTeW0FNF_D_8q5y1FJGy_-wmGwLxA76eX6MUV9J4cuhxagpXk8Dic2wK5JEg6-lGaMAN6lDlhpTuian6-IG54t616BrA_wjbE1QGJTRrhenmDDupbk4CpN39Mcd73mKHgJN21/s320/britney-spears-circus-single-cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325720179448652834" /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I arrived in Logan close to 1:00 p.m. after the beautiful drive from Helena and meet up with Whitney. We waste no time before jumping right back into the car and heading off to Salt Lake City. First item of business, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Old Spaghetti Factory</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">! Eating there has become a tradition and is probably one of the best traditions I have ever heard of :) ha ha. I order my Spinach Tortellini with Alfredo Sauce (like always) and get my calorie intake for the week! After our delicious lunch we take our full bellies to The Gateway. It rained on us all afternoon but we shopped 'til we dropped. . . thank goodness for my tax return! </span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"OMG! It's already 7:00 p.m!" Time to make our way to the Energy Solutions Arena and wait for Miss Britney. . .</span></span></div><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZdt1777UtdL4N5cF4jewFJ6vpp27ejM6kIEn0o-fM2DE9qRXFmm-jIZpa_a18NyJ4b-I28MvQAZ7ah9jKqwpFhaq6elEKiMl0BSrkFEj9iCd0KFL9gNv_B0rhM2kE-B6GCST_5elH6Qt/s200/DSCF1057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735827211072642" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhruq8ryXzqReC33EqPyB2rt0RQuVvVFbk8Djs6XOkUsZdVSaDDa2P1-DudQVKqSb6kluPIcpj00IMnrhnl-DNwFJGNWbu2OmXQ-mmfT_60kDkYy2nxeNxhTzPtwsbPvvDy3ZsVLySi_16p/s200/DSCF1026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735823234937266" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCNWga-R7jwhEwDah6uaMY7zifspLVmohfLEep2Vqeo7oy-Wbaywf5GEP_HwMGH4hZnmdS7nVSxPxQKYLSsbhZ5yhmHOIfwEjTAfzamY3luyfWgCLmU8rKg2ey-l4NLY_VfwjirydUffEi/s200/DSCF1013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735818561842434" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">A quick photo session before the concert was only necessary! The Pussycat Dolls got us all warmed up and feelin' sexy for Britney. They sang the hits "Buttons", "The Beep Song", Stick Wit You", and "When I Grow Up"! Talk about a good time. . . every seat in the arena was packed and there wasn't a person who wasn't dancing and getting freaky! We couldn't even believe that it was so much fun and Britney hadn't even started yet ha ha. We were about to see one hell of a show!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></div></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAbIwJHomMCNWz3cIT4CBwJDqkEcw_hLQXdFhUaJZzESWCOD-0vZfkzNqNvlRatiAWD5SLd2cbWlMrbhLCD4EDj3Gq7AO5RLEuSqLKHJBHeb2Jd8qmc1qnnHa9aY7YXRaDy0taBbtoFFrs/s320/DSCF1067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325730676372216114" /><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoAy1pJLUWvmGWJMjhv6LLi9P8UsU1khpEtJ8bJ7lI-mRhAzNDXtwyyDYaOxxI3efYZIGNRINQZiBTmDBkGJVXDRGmFVa7OP7ysDpnGiyTHaNso3IiuTZj2rpGuvuhjxnm7qnz5wB9JT1f/s320/DSCF1068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325732914593449362" /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIVB4oj0d-rfNQbiHAyC12UjecgoZn3RMOLITsHBQB9BZggZ3nv21fAJhGV3NfIOLwzKHDBNYc5qf8g8pSbMQJWt5Vfqh8G1pWgimL0I4WtFXR5sCpmP5jFr471yShfhFvbMLA76Pf4708/s320/DSCF1065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325730672530304258" /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu8iLobGK4wVr1Mj9dgEb4wd5PSSBs9Nh9o5f9zkGZ7LYaG_oA1LfKGSpwnRg2psRn4H_yUHqTQwiYNw0GVfE5gFZjAYULUhRjbGMlMf4qYjPkkxFEvVCNUx604xlNJUc6U1qwsp9jP-la/s320/DSCF1052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325730645973942754" /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidEpC2y6pg2BF-aT5H-PrquH6kD0Yv3XPO970SaaqVc1OADAYK6i92AL0aokM35HTU2VC6bARavICDkcaiJ80Fa14qIYoyT2E-fMmQSGFNhaidwaHQbFahdqucPHZ-4eqdMl_SCqKO8gNu/s320/DSCF1064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325730650577949714" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><br /></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962164892515103048noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065749109317779402.post-29491136021936621842009-03-26T09:07:00.005-06:002009-03-26T10:41:44.740-06:00T - 2 Days<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicgtxMwBEWKj_juT2Shn3rSxbpEMMW_wcW9L5DcHTqbx4BWNNv2tL5wQBZ2uihi-Z-EMaRclDMuPHUAXQexQ_pc-kvP1Lvo8Ah-nkLolDPUpgztpD0cpFS5kC_0yiBHd_Gq785elhRUbDw/s1600-h/1619209090_a969eb6350.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317536606456270418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicgtxMwBEWKj_juT2Shn3rSxbpEMMW_wcW9L5DcHTqbx4BWNNv2tL5wQBZ2uihi-Z-EMaRclDMuPHUAXQexQ_pc-kvP1Lvo8Ah-nkLolDPUpgztpD0cpFS5kC_0yiBHd_Gq785elhRUbDw/s320/1619209090_a969eb6350.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> <span style="font-family:arial;"><em>This has hit me like a ton of bricks. I feel bitter-sweet about moving away from what I have come to know as <strong>my</strong> home. I started my life in Logan seeking independence, freedom and new experiences. I got a full dose of all of those three things and so much more! Did I make mistakes? Yes. Did I change? Yes. Were there times I wanted to quit? Yes. Do I regret the journey? No. I have truly grown up here.</em></span> </span><div><div><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></em></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><em>From August 2007 to March 2009 I. . . </em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><em>- have bottomed out my car more than I thought possible. I cringe everytime I turn off of Main Street.</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><em>- saw more dudes who tan and shave their legs than should ever be allowed!</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><em>- had my heart broken</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><em>- mended that broken heart</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><em>- became a pretty darn good bowler (198 is my highest score to date. . . watch out PBA!)</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><em>- lived with roommates who are now my bestest friends</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><em>- lived completely on my own</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><em>- fell in love with The Spaghetti Factory</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><em>- attained a college degree with a 4.0 GPA</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><em>- learned that there is no place like home</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Even though I am clicking my</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWTEwOmK05G7uonJ9HDGKcSi-dr42YhFe4GyVGxsc-uOejYXMdTv919G64QuPreTY41HVSqNBRHo6Eo3ewmWxbrz6YckS7Ix904GBC3_apvp9etckwe2bmCPxn-t8HsNqyBhYfHcSTOwWc/s1600-h/1619209090_a969eb6350.jpg"></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> heels together to get me back, I will always look back to my life in Logan and smile. </span></em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><em></em></span></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962164892515103048noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065749109317779402.post-39107219279940855032009-03-24T14:08:00.005-06:002009-03-24T14:49:19.306-06:00Jumpin' on the Band Wagon<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQO9YO5TdpORqOD_B9eraEBx-6Jpgh_JyeuyGzPlGX9M4XxRSQxZIOkBR6nqq3Vz-dXwzWkFyGQgfSKrZmbSBHrMa_45g6KbCcJyaPsnZjA539LR4m5GP97mFJ9ItRgMbv-bUT5XSIPsO/s1600-h/i_love_blogging-787805.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316858560422961794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQO9YO5TdpORqOD_B9eraEBx-6Jpgh_JyeuyGzPlGX9M4XxRSQxZIOkBR6nqq3Vz-dXwzWkFyGQgfSKrZmbSBHrMa_45g6KbCcJyaPsnZjA539LR4m5GP97mFJ9ItRgMbv-bUT5XSIPsO/s200/i_love_blogging-787805.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><em>Never in my life have I heard of 'blogging'. . . that is until I started work at Conservice. My coworkers introduced me to what I know will become my drug of choice. Internet communication has never been my fortay. Hands down, I prefer a convo via phone or take a friend out to lunch to catch up on the latest news, gossip, funny occurances, and heartache. Now that I will be moving over 400 miles away from all the friends I have made in Logan, I need the perfect way to keep in touch! Thanks my fellow bloggers. . . this is going to be FUN!</em></span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962164892515103048noreply@blogger.com2