<?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-4550148480308291992</id><updated>2012-02-09T04:52:22.536-08:00</updated><category term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Pursuing Knowledge</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-2160858063343462883</id><published>2011-03-20T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T18:19:11.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connors Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; 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I need 3 more months, I so wish I had the summer off (and was paid for it...I think I need a career change).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am obsessively making lists.  It's what I do.  I make lists for school, lab, home, etc, you name it I make a list for it.  One of my co-workers actually bought me a book where I can do nothing but make lists of my life, I need to start that soon...I'll put that on my list of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy how much I want to try to get done before I go back and I'm going to be doing this while I'm still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;.  Although I am toning down the pumping, I'm slowly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eliminated&lt;/span&gt; the middle of the night pump. I've realized me being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt; day in and day out is not good for me or my family.  I quite frankly makes me insane, I don't even need crazy hormonal changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list I've been working on today-day care for Connor.  We have unexpectedly needed daycare sooner than we thought due to a family emergency (my nephew Ethan is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; sick and in need of a heart transplant-keep him in your prayers!) and have called around to 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;day cares&lt;/span&gt;!  I now am going to do what I do best--put all this data I've gathered in an organized and sortable Excel document.  I love Excel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way I've had my first full soda with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; today and I feel like I'm on crack!  It's great, but I'm not looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to the crash!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-2268996530065755909?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2268996530065755909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=2268996530065755909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/2268996530065755909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/2268996530065755909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-love-of-lists.html' title='My love of lists'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-7201923609142444440</id><published>2010-05-04T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:53:01.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's just so freakin cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S_nbP5jIaNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/DbkdUSmDykE/s1600/DSCN1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S_nasg14S1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/x67ngbIv6MU/s1600/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S_nasg14S1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/x67ngbIv6MU/s200/IMG_0273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474647280310569810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S_najBWRkNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-v9chxEEMFY/s1600/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S_naPhpuSpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/T4_jiSzLPDE/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S_naPhpuSpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/T4_jiSzLPDE/s200/IMG_0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474646782311811730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S_naE7wp46I/AAAAAAAAAHY/XQmCjOhsiwk/s1600/Sarah%27s+I+phone+195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S_naE7wp46I/AAAAAAAAAHY/XQmCjOhsiwk/s200/Sarah%27s+I+phone+195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474646600341644194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S_nZ6C4r2sI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XNFZpEdECGQ/s1600/Sarah%27s+I+phone+177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S_nZ6C4r2sI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XNFZpEdECGQ/s200/Sarah%27s+I+phone+177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474646413275814594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S-D2rTTdSvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mkp5aHz5Cro/s1600/DSCN1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S-D2rTTdSvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mkp5aHz5Cro/s200/DSCN1317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467641171404475122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S-D2ycblS-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Q7iABq9V3uo/s1600/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorite pics!  See more at my flickr site&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sarahullevig"&gt; www.flickr.com/photos/sarahullevig&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-7201923609142444440?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7201923609142444440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=7201923609142444440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/7201923609142444440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/7201923609142444440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2010/05/hes-just-so-freakin-cute.html' title='He&apos;s just so freakin cute!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S_nasg14S1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/x67ngbIv6MU/s72-c/IMG_0273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-5075512590326616159</id><published>2010-04-24T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:26:03.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of Connor Jace</title><content type='html'>Sadly, this is the second time I've started this blog, the first of which was accidentally deleted and ended with me having a hysterical crying fit--I blame my hormones. So I am here trying for the second time and last time to write this story and hopefully it will not end in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to pick up from my last blog, I was on bed rest due to extreme swelling and elevated blood pressure with a possibility of developing preeclampsia. I had my doctor's apt the following week (week 36) and I came in with weight gain (fluid) and some interesting lab values that indicated I was on my way to preeclampsia, but still no protein in my urine (an essential diagnosic value), so my doctor wanted to put me in the hospital for 24 hour observation and urine collection-so off to the hospital again. This was Tuesday and my lab results were predicted to be available Thursday. There was some talk of inducing me on Thursday if my lab values did not come out well, but thankfully I was OK and was allowed to go home on more bed rest. Toby was disappointed, he was worried about me and wanted our little boy out before I developed serious complications with preeclampsia, like seizures, but I was relieved. I wanted to have a full term baby (37 weeks) and I just wasn't mentally ready. I'm not sure I would ever be, but I definitely wasn't then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast forward to my doctors apt that next Tuesday April 13. In my head I was prepared to be induced if I developed preeclampsia, but really didn't think so because I felt pretty good, except huge and swollen. I came in and had high blood pressure and finally the symptom they had all been waiting for me to develop-protein in my urine (+3). I was sent immediately to the hospital to be induced. I have to say I was OK, I thought I was prepared for what was to happen and for the most part of I was because of our child birthing classes we took, but I was not prepared for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I had my 3 hour glucose test that day, so I had fasted since 10 pm the evening before was not allowed to eat because they were going to induce me! To say the least I was freaking starving and think I ate 10 times by body weight in ice chips which was all I was allowed to have. So I was admitted to the hospital and started the process around 1 pm. I was then informed that I would need to have a continuous high infusion of magnesium because of my "severe" preeclampsia to prevent seizures. I was not prepared for this part. This was not covered in my child birthing class and was not informed by my doctor about this. But in the end after weighing the pros and cons decided it was best for me and the baby to have the magnesium infusion. Now, high levels of magnesium makes you feel hot-like feverish hot and sweaty. Wasn't prepared for that, it overwhelmed any contractions that I felt or any other pain, I was just so freaking hot, it was miserable. As the levels are high, it also makes you feel out of it which hit me in the middle of the night. Not fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to spare you all the little details of me being induced, etc, but long story short, I got the epidural around 5 pm or so but started to feel pain-extreme pain in the middle of the night around 2 pm. I felt like the baby was trying to push his way out of my butt...sorry to be so blunt, but that's what it felt like. Not fun! I was trying to tell the doctor and nurse about my pain, but all I got was "this is labor honey, it's suppose to be painful" which pissed me off because I was like hello--epidural. What the hell. So they finally checked how much I was dialated at 3 pm and the doctor says "no wonder your in pain, you're at 9 cm already!" Yeah no shit lady, I've been tell you for the past hour I'm in pain. They were not expecting me to dialate so fast, they were thinking I was going to have the baby some time the next morning or afternoon. So they let me dialate to 10 cm for an hour which was horribly painful. The anasteologist came and told me she could take all my pain away (the only nice, symathetic person that morning), but I didn't want it all to go away, but she did increase my dose slightly. Then about 4-5 people come in around 4 pm and say ok you are 10 cm and let's push! So here we go, first push, they loose Connor's heart beat and it takes about 5-10 minutes to find it which scares the shit out of me and Toby. I now have about 7 -10 people in my room all frantically trying to assist the doctor in trying to find his heart beat. Finally they find it and they debate whether to let me push or if it would be too much stress on the baby and we also found out that Connor's head was turned to the side which may have also been putting stress on him. They let me push for about 40 minutes or so but he did not budge at all. I was so disappointed, I was pushing my heart out, I really wanted a vaginal birth, but I guess it was not meant to be. The doctors decided at this point it would be best to have a c-section because he was not progressing and was stressed. So they prepped me for a C-section and at 5:35 am April 14 Connor was born. I heard him screaming and felt so relieved! They brought him over to me all wrapped up and I talked to him briefly and gave him a kiss (at which time he stopped crying and looked at me :). Then Toby escorted him to the nursery while they finished up with me. It seemed like forever, I sure I was the most annoying patient ever, I was out of it because of the magnesium, but do remember asking periodically if the doctors "were done yet" I sure I was just as annoying as any 3 year old asking "are we there yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to summarize this last part quickly-I had to be on the magnesium for 24 hours after birth so was taken back to the labor and delivery room for 24 hours. When I got back to the room, I found out Connor had been taken to NICU because he had some trouble breathing, which then lead them to find out he had high levels of magnesium and was really lethargic. They had to keep him in NICU until he was functioning like a normal infant and not so lethargic. I was so sad because I could not go up to NICU and see Connor until I was done with the magnesium. Toby got to go up and see him and he took pictures and brought them back down to me. I started to try to pump breast milk for Connor, but it was a no go in the hospital, but I continued to try to pump. I finally got to see him the next morning and went up to visit him as much as a could and trying to breastfeed every time I went up. It was difficult because he had already been bottle fed :( I was discharged that Friday and luckily Connor was discharged on Saturday. I was so upset Friday going home without my baby, but was glad when I got home I finally pumped some breast milk for Connor and was so excited went back up to the hospital Friday night to give it to him which about wore me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a roller coaster ride since then with getting used to Connor and his needs and schedule (or lack there of), but we have been so excited to have him home and healthy. The breastfeeding did not work out for me and I have come to terms with it, but I am still pumping every 4 hours and am able to provide breast milk for Connor and that is all that matters. He is a happy healthy baby and we are so excited to be able to spend some good time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling pretty good, my swelling is almost all gone (just a bit left in my feet) and I feel like a new person-I forgot how it feels not be so swollen and big! I am not 100%, but am on my way and I almost feel back to "normal" although I'm not sure my life will ever be back to normal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-5075512590326616159?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5075512590326616159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=5075512590326616159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/5075512590326616159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/5075512590326616159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2010/04/story-of-connor-jace.html' title='The story of Connor Jace'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-2781653977067904577</id><published>2010-04-05T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T18:44:35.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big picture! 36 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S7qRoh4ASTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hjqcgYNBjcA/s1600/36+weeks+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456834023986841906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S7qRoh4ASTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hjqcgYNBjcA/s200/36+weeks+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S7qRb9VLogI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sJeNQ1pLfs8/s1600/36+weeks+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456833808018678274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S7qRb9VLogI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sJeNQ1pLfs8/s200/36+weeks+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456834311883459666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S7qR5SX6DFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uxMx3mEGQR8/s200/36+weeks+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-2781653977067904577?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2781653977067904577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=2781653977067904577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/2781653977067904577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/2781653977067904577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-picture-36-weeks.html' title='The big picture! 36 weeks'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S7qRoh4ASTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hjqcgYNBjcA/s72-c/36+weeks+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-6352981475530075112</id><published>2010-04-05T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T15:19:07.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36 weeks-Day 4 on bed rest</title><content type='html'>So...this pregnancy all the sudden got interesting!  Up until this point, it was going pretty normal, every doctor appointment would be great, ending with my doc saying-keep it up!  Then two Friday's ago (week 35, day 1) all hell broke loose!  I will have to admit, I was feeling bad before this doctors appointment, month 8 was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kickin&lt;/span&gt; my ass.  I just didn't feel right, I was really really swollen and just having difficulties.  Well come to find out, I had gained 8 pounds in 2.5 weeks, along with 5 cm to my belly (then measuring 40 cm=full term belly).  My blood pressure was also elevated.  Great.....So the worry was I was becoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eclamptic&lt;/span&gt; (word? who knows).  So doctors orders-sonogram and hospital to run some tests.  Sonogram turned out great.  Baby is right on track and everything was within normal limits.  He was measuring 5 pounds 6 ounces at 35 weeks which is great, no huge baby in the belly for me!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; I am just huge.  I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blaiming&lt;/span&gt; it on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;height&lt;/span&gt; ... or lack thereof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the hospital, they checked my blood pressure which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;consistently&lt;/span&gt; went down, and blood tests that turned out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I was sent home with orders for a 24h urine collection.   Not fun let me tell you and pretty gross...especially when I have store it in the fridge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next week had a stress test for the baby-he's doing great!  And apparently trace protein in the urine--good!  But where did  that leave me?  A swollen, slightly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;elevated&lt;/span&gt; blood pressure, emotional pregnant women!  It was a bad week let me tell you, but I finally got some answers Thursday from my doctor who put me on bed rest.  I was actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;relieved&lt;/span&gt;.  I could  stop worrying about myself and if I was pushing myself too hard at work (which I was).  And now I know that I most likely will not go full term.  I have two doctors appointments this week, more stress tests and close monitoring.  So if everything goes well, all my labs and test will turn out good and I'll make it to week 37 (starts this Friday) and have a healthy full term baby--that is my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bed rest has been great, I'm trying to enjoy it.  Been reading, watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;/movies, taking naps.  I figure this is probably the only time in my life that I am ordered to sit around, rest and relax, so I better take advantage of it.  I did get a little frustrated this weekend when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Toby&lt;/span&gt; was cleaning and picking up and I couldn't help--crazy right??  I really was anxious about finishing the baby's room (which the doc specifically said I couldn't do!!), so Sam came over and I sat in the room with my feet up and ordered her around!  I really appreciate her coming over and helping me finish it and putting up with my obsessiveness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for tonight-packing bag for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt; and trying to figure out how to use our video camera.  Toby has been super patient and helpful and of course really worried about me.  I am forbidden to drive (per Toby) b/c my belly is about an inch away from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;steering&lt;/span&gt; wheel.  My most used phrase "Toby, can you do me a favor?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has some free time....come visit--I'm just laying here relaxing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-6352981475530075112?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6352981475530075112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=6352981475530075112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/6352981475530075112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/6352981475530075112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2010/04/36-weeks-day-4-on-bed-rest.html' title='36 weeks-Day 4 on bed rest'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-1438101354187151080</id><published>2010-02-22T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:05:22.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 weeks</title><content type='html'>Well, I was going to write a long blog, but I'm just too tired! The third trimester is going good so far. The upside--it's almost over! Connor is almost here-10 more weeks! The downside--I'm tired... a lot. My back and my hips hurt. My belly button is stretched so far, I'm not sure how much more it can take!! But all in all, I'm in a good mood and ready for the baby to come!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441299971979747954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S4NhfsoyInI/AAAAAAAAAGY/FxUZL-DD1lw/s200/my+big+fat+pregnancy+pictures+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441300216593397154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S4Nht75ONaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/SYx8E3AM60w/s200/my+big+fat+pregnancy+pictures+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunetly no baby room pics, still have a few more things to do.  I'm hoping to get it done here in the next couple of weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-1438101354187151080?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1438101354187151080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=1438101354187151080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/1438101354187151080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/1438101354187151080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/30-weeks.html' title='30 weeks'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S4NhfsoyInI/AAAAAAAAAGY/FxUZL-DD1lw/s72-c/my+big+fat+pregnancy+pictures+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-5376082478469854053</id><published>2010-01-10T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:33:34.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 is going to be a BIG year</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm going to post some pictures and it will explain what is going to be BIG this year. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425304237699740978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S0qNda6DtTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aUEBsEHPcmE/s200/24+weeks+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425304020542331986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S0qNQx7snFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kaadCC1VnFc/s200/24+weeks+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should be posting pictures of the baby's room soon, but most likely you guys will see at the shower!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-5376082478469854053?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5376082478469854053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=5376082478469854053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/5376082478469854053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/5376082478469854053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-is-going-to-be-big-year.html' title='2010 is going to be a BIG year'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/S0qNda6DtTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aUEBsEHPcmE/s72-c/24+weeks+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-317247779279877796</id><published>2009-11-15T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T07:46:04.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a couple of pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its been a crazy last couple of weeks, our neice was born November 3 and was as healthy 7 lb 3oz. Below is a picture with proud daddy and big sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404357041994522578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SwAiGJ9239I/AAAAAAAAAGA/FAQrHuf2HaM/s200/Josh,+Katlynn,+Harley.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Josh Ullevig, Katlynn Ullevig, and Harley Quinn Ullevig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I decided to take a picture of my belly yesterday. I want to start tracking how big it's getting. It hasn't quite "popped" yet, but there is definetly some baby showing! So here I am 16 weeks pregnant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404355656601039874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SwAg1g-T9AI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BS2Bslyk5LM/s200/Mics+11-09+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-317247779279877796?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/317247779279877796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=317247779279877796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/317247779279877796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/317247779279877796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-couple-of-pics.html' title='Just a couple of pics'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SwAiGJ9239I/AAAAAAAAAGA/FAQrHuf2HaM/s72-c/Josh,+Katlynn,+Harley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-4685822190725765496</id><published>2009-09-29T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:07:52.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hate Relationship</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited about having a baby, but not so crazy about being pregnant.  I was obliviously happy the first 6 weeks, thinking: this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/span&gt; thing isn't going to be so bad, I'm feeling pretty good!  I was blissfully ignorant and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt; because then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt; week 7 hit and it's been downhill since this week.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to bitch and complain too much, but I think we all knew I wasn't going to be a happy, "oh, I love being pregnant" person, although I was hopeful in those first 6 weeks (4 of those I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conceiving&lt;/span&gt; and didn't know I was pregnant).&lt;br /&gt;I have been having horrible problems eating...yeah just eating.  I'm so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; hungry-like every two hours, but everything I eat makes me feel bloated, overly full, and slightly miserable (even if it's a bowl of soup...no joke).  So Colleen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shed&lt;/span&gt; some light on a tip that has saved me-using a rubber band, or in my case, a hair band, to button my pants so it wasn't digging into my baby and making me feel even more full and bloated.  That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alleviated&lt;/span&gt; some of the pain, but not enough.  I don't know if you guys know, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; always been a little constipated..in general.  I'm usually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;every other&lt;/span&gt; day is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with me, but oh no, not with a baby on board it's not!  I first started increasing my fiber intake, being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; of whole grains, fruit and veggies.  I also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; to think that I ate fairly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt; before, so just had to make a few changes which I did-and oh boy let me tell you, that was the worst week of my life!  I was so gassy it was embarrassing.  I couldn't take 5 steps without one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ekking&lt;/span&gt; out, I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; no control!  I though I was going to adopt a nickname of a former &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;labmate&lt;/span&gt; "smelly cat" (he smelt like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;moldy&lt;/span&gt; clothes, BO, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt;, poo).  So I had to back off some, b/c I couldn't stand myself!  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;culprit&lt;/span&gt;..fiber one granola bars.  I found this out b/c I got Toby to try some (Oh honey try these..you'll like them, their chocolate).  That day Toby had the worst gas...we blame the bars.....&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been sorting out my food habits and trying many new things and I think I've finally found a happy medium, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; I still feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; crappy after each meal and snack.  I of course drink tons of fluid, eat small meals, take small bites, eat slowly, etc, etc...I've tried it all, but I still seem to feel...blah.  A great help for me has been chewing gum.  It calms my stomach a bit and in the morning prevents me from puking up my breakfast....haven't had the pleasure and I hope I never will.&lt;br /&gt;My mom was starting to worry me, she was worried I was feeling so bad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; everything I've read is like "yes, you should be feeling this shitty" but she wanted me to call my doctor, I didn't, but I think I've been coping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I feel pretty good for a few days and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;bam&lt;/span&gt;...feel like crap for a few and then the cycle repeats.  I lately have been feeling bad on  weekends, which sucks, sometimes I think I just suck it up during the week b/c of work so on the weekends when I finally get to relax is when I really notice I'm not feeling so great.  Sucks, but I've heard the second trimester is better, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; hoping it will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my first doctors appointment this Friday, I'm really excited to find out if everything is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-4685822190725765496?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4685822190725765496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=4685822190725765496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/4685822190725765496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/4685822190725765496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-hate-relationship.html' title='Love Hate Relationship'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-2410904192284069023</id><published>2009-08-29T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T05:35:28.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Transition has begun....</title><content type='html'>dun dun dun..... I am starting to turn....into an official adult! (is this a sign of my impending 30's?) This past week I have not been able to sleep in!!!! My alarm goes off at 6:00 am and usually I'm barely aware of the alarm as I hit the snooze button until 7:00 am...but this week, I could not go back to sleep after it had gone off, I laid there thinking about school, work, life, etc until I finally forced myself out of bed. I thought it might be just this week b/c it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; stressful, but today-Saturday, I am up before 8:00 am!! We have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Katlynn&lt;/span&gt; staying with us and she usually is up first, coming to my beside saying "Aunt Sarah, I'm hungry." I have my alarm set for 8:00 am, but I was up in bed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; before 7 and lying there thinking...you've got to be kidding me! I'm up before the kiddo!! and on a Saturday where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exhausting&lt;/span&gt; week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm expecting over the next several months to make this transition into an official adult complete:&lt;br /&gt;-New bedtime-10 pm...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; be showered and in bed ready to sleep&lt;br /&gt;-I'll be up on the weekends before dawn&lt;br /&gt;-I'll be able to drink coffee-black&lt;br /&gt;-I'll start reading the newspaper (or on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-I'll start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DVRing&lt;/span&gt; 60 minutes and other news programs&lt;br /&gt;-I'll be able to enjoy all wines - not just the super sweet&lt;br /&gt;-I'll be a home owner-yikes-already on the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch out....I'm slowly turning into my mother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-2410904192284069023?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2410904192284069023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=2410904192284069023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/2410904192284069023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/2410904192284069023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/transition-has-begun.html' title='The Transition has begun....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-1806689183425247598</id><published>2009-08-13T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:29:21.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been watching more news lately, mostly b/c I watch it while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; at the gym (healthy and educational, i should go more often!) and I've been thinking about politics, the government and everything that's been going on with the nation recently. I was trying to ignore a lot of it, just because I hate when things get so "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conflicty&lt;/span&gt;." Yeah I said it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conflicty&lt;/span&gt;-you know you want to use it in your regular vocab, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, I give my permission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I really feel like my voice should be heard. I want it to be heard by my representatives in Congress, I want to feel like I have a voice and that I said my opinion, whether it is taken or not is another thing, but I need to get more involved. I feel like we get so caught up in our lives doing "stuff," half of what I can't remember, when the real important things like the future of our country get put to the wayside. I know I get discouraged or just want to tune things out when they get difficult, but that's when we should stand up and fight for what we believe in. So I am going to for the first time contact my Congressman/woman and tell them what I think about the current drama. I encourage everyone to do the same and I know we don't all agree, but that's what this country is about, everyone coming together with their different backgrounds, culture, and beliefs to agree on what is best for the good of the people, for the good of the American people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To find your senator: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.senate.gov/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.senate.gov/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To find your representative: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.house.gov/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.house.gov/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To find out what the white house is up to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.whitehouse.gov/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exercise your right to freedom of speech!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-1806689183425247598?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1806689183425247598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=1806689183425247598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/1806689183425247598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/1806689183425247598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-duty.html' title='Our Duty'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-2855790559463378059</id><published>2009-03-10T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:39:19.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware...of the dishwasher!</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Toby&lt;/span&gt; and I are having problems with our dishwasher-it's possessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I turn it on and it runs for a few hours, without water!  It was hot as hell and smelt like burnt plastic...not a good sign!!  So we aired it out and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to look into why it wasn't working later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we came home and I was getting something out of the refrigerator and noticed steam was coming out of the dishwasher.  I opened it, all the dishes were wet, steamy, and ....clean?  I turned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Toby&lt;/span&gt; and asked him if he decided to wash the dishes-he said no...we called Josh thinking he might have (very unlikely), but he hadn't.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...my immediate reaction:  look around the house.  Why you ask?  Two things were running through my head...look for things that might be missing, you know just in case we were  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;burglarized&lt;/span&gt;...and they decided to do my dishes?  My second thought...look if anything else is cleaned up, maybe we had a cleaning fairy that came while we were working, cleaned and did the dishes.  My search came up with n&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt;.  I had a brief thought of my mom coming in and cleaning, but she would never..and my house was way too messy for that to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;verdict&lt;/span&gt;-my dishwasher is possessed.  We are going to hopefully preform an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;exorcism&lt;/span&gt; this weekend...although the dishes washing themselves may not be a bad thing.  Now I just need it to load and unload itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-2855790559463378059?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2855790559463378059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=2855790559463378059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/2855790559463378059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/2855790559463378059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/bewareof-dishwasher.html' title='Beware...of the dishwasher!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-4922542106382878734</id><published>2009-02-07T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:59:18.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So this blogging hasn't come as easy as i would have thought-so I'm thinking a blog every 3 months or so might be my goal! I'll just give a recap over my life, i should change my blog title to "The Highlights." This way i can just catalog the important things, the things that i would like to remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday was Toby's 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; b-day!!!!!!!! Even though i don't turn 30 for another 1.5 years, i feel like this is a start of a new decade for both Toby and I. I'm scarred and anxious about it, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; excited and expectant. There's so must in store for us, not only for the rest of our lives, but so much will be jammed packed into our 30's. This is when all the important stuff in our life will go down. We're planning on having kids, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to finish my PhD and start a new career, we'll probably buy a house, move, do some more traveling...There is so much i want to cram into my 30's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; planning on doing it all! So I'm not going to be down on this new decade, but move forward, head on and enjoy all the things we're going to do. It's the future after all, if i can't look forward to it, what else is there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for those of you that care...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; like to fill in the blanks since November. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Indianapolis for the Society of Free Radical Biology and Medicine conference (i do no recommend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Indianapolis&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nov&lt;/span&gt;...it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; cold as expected, but still miserable).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had my first dissertation presentation, which went well...i think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished my semester!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gave a seminar presentation for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Barshop&lt;/span&gt; Institute on Aging..which was nerve wracking!! I think i did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, it wasn't horrible and that's what matters!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attended Zach and Barb's wedding-we had a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa moved down with the baby :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;semester&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spending more and more time with Lisa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jocelyn&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;a href="http://ltrckg.blogspot.com/"&gt;see her new blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picked a topic for my qualifying exam and submitted my abstract &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busted butt in lab to get some results...still nothing earth shattering!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started trying to work out more-attending aerobics and cycling classes...so far, average/week=2. Next goal for Feb-3/x week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February is going to be extremely busy-we're going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;skiing&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Durango&lt;/span&gt;, Co the 14-18. I was convinced to take snowboarding lessons this year, so we'll see if i turn by back on skiing (my first true snow sport love). I have to finish my qualifying exam written report which is going to take most of my time in the evenings and weekends :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're still getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Katlynn&lt;/span&gt; every other weekend and she has been great lately. We enjoy the time with her and she seems to enjoy it also. We don't think we'd give up our weekends ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'd like to end this blog with some pictures from the last couple of months:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300298450703346338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SY5xW9W56qI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Y2kP-Z_Uylo/s200/Picture+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300298455563414178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SY5xXPdoqqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/eLsVM21wQoY/s200/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300298451926900546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SY5xXB6n30I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ga2ZDwQqX5U/s200/Picture+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300298459729840962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SY5xXe-_S0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/rQX_q_TMP_I/s200/DSCN0519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random note: one of my pictures from Chicago was picked to be in Schmaps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.schmap.com/chicago/introduction_neighborhoods/#r=none&amp;amp;mapview=Map&amp;amp;tab=Places&amp;amp;topleft=42.13999,-87.84599&amp;amp;bottomright=41.64316,-87.4601&amp;amp;i=2015D10_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.schmap.com/chicago/introduction_neighborhoods/#r=none&amp;amp;mapview=Map&amp;amp;tab=Places&amp;amp;topleft=42.13999,-87.84599&amp;amp;bottomright=41.64316,-87.4601&amp;amp;i=2015D10_1.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-4922542106382878734?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4922542106382878734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=4922542106382878734' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/4922542106382878734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/4922542106382878734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SY5xW9W56qI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Y2kP-Z_Uylo/s72-c/Picture+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-4359143851955051425</id><published>2008-11-05T17:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:22:20.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moooo!</title><content type='html'>Just got some fun pictures from Lisa...Jocelynn is growing so fast! My sister says she cutting a tooth and is able to roll over both ways. My favorite picture is with the pumpkin, I love the attitude on her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SRJGbb01GOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mqFpoWKBzlo/s1600-h/joc+pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265348351489284322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SRJGbb01GOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mqFpoWKBzlo/s320/joc+pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SRJGbCaeWbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SU-2inMrVyE/s1600-h/cow+close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265348344667855282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SRJGbCaeWbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SU-2inMrVyE/s320/cow+close+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SRJGbO-KjKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/N0zlHsSbQzU/s1600-h/cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265348348038778018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SRJGbO-KjKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/N0zlHsSbQzU/s320/cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-4359143851955051425?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4359143851955051425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=4359143851955051425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/4359143851955051425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/4359143851955051425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2008/11/moooo.html' title='Moooo!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SRJGbb01GOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mqFpoWKBzlo/s72-c/joc+pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-4906258236075235145</id><published>2008-11-03T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:23:38.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate it, Love it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hate it:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Cleaning up, then not being able to find a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; thing&lt;/strong&gt;.... it would help if i would organize my office, i know, but i can't find a school book and a new credit card and a few other important things that i would have been able to find if i wouldn't have cleaned up so well!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Hanging things on the wall.&lt;/strong&gt; After careful measuring by 3 people (yes it takes 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ullevigs&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;girvan&lt;/span&gt;) to hang up my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;curtains&lt;/span&gt; that i finally broke down and got after 4 years: &lt;em&gt;they are crooked!!! &lt;/em&gt;And it's not like the living room curtains that are behind the couch, no, it has to be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;curtains&lt;/span&gt; in the dinning room where it cannot hide! So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to try to fix them soon, hopefully it won't take me another 4 years...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure i can take crooked curtains that long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Wanted to work out, but being so tired, you couldn't even walk on the treadmill for 5 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;, let alone 30 minutes. sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; bloated and tired.&lt;/strong&gt; enough said....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;My new bamboo sheets!&lt;/strong&gt; who would have thought bamboo could be so soft :) I decided to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;splurge&lt;/span&gt; on the new sheets because it's been 6.5 years and they are well worth the price. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Reading fiction books to relax.&lt;/strong&gt; I really have enjoyed reading books lately, it's a great break from the real world that doesn't require too much brain power. Books &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; read recently: the Rick Riordan series, Pride and Prejudice (finally!), and Janet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Evanavich's&lt;/span&gt; 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; book, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Eragon&lt;/span&gt; series third book, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Brisinger&lt;/span&gt;. i have great plans for reading the Twilight series, the Bone Collector series, more Jane Austin books and i have an urge to read some non-fiction &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;biography's&lt;/span&gt;: Chelsey Handler, Obama, and others that seem funny or inspirational. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;My laptop.&lt;/strong&gt; It has been a recent addition, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure how i lived without it. Nothing like watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; and surfing the net...like now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt; I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;fast forwarding&lt;/span&gt; through the commercials, i sometimes wait 30 minutes until after a show has started just so i can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;fast foward&lt;/span&gt;. If you don't have--get one, it will change your world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My ending thought for tonight: Change is in the air!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-4906258236075235145?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4906258236075235145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=4906258236075235145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/4906258236075235145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/4906258236075235145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2008/11/hate-it-love-it.html' title='Hate it, Love it'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-8623834531899598754</id><published>2008-10-29T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:24:55.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplations: Scientific discovery or insanity, which comes first?</title><content type='html'>Insanity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Webster's&lt;/span&gt; on-line dictionary:&lt;br /&gt;1: a deranged state of the mind usually occurring as a specific disorder (as schizophrenia)&lt;br /&gt;2: such unsoundness of mind or lack of understanding as prevents one from having the mental capacity required by law to enter into a particular relationship, status, or transaction or as removes one from criminal or civil responsibility&lt;br /&gt;3 a: extreme folly or unreasonableness b: something utterly foolish or unreasonable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einstein defined it as: “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einstein's definition is what made me contemplate this idea when my friend Corinne brought it to my attention after I told her of my lab frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I feel insane, repeating the same experiment over and over hoping for different results, results that will lead to some great discovery.  So my thought is what is going to occur first: my great scientific discovery or going insane.  Right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking insane......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have to be insane to make a significant discovery, to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;relentless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;perseverance&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unwavering&lt;/span&gt; determination.  Scientists may not be brilliant and creative, but just plain insane.   Have you ever heard someone describe someone as "crazy smart"....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking that person deep down may be insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I may need to strive to insanity, to h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; drive to keep on going when most would stop, to keep on repeating and repeating and repeating to hopefully one day have some pay off that will lead to my graduation.  I think coming to terms with the insanity may bring me peace. Peace, knowing that someday all the work and repetition will pay off and that maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not crazy in the science world.  Maybe becoming insane will mean I've made it, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope.  If not, I'll just be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I end all of my experiments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Key findings:&lt;/strong&gt; Science discovery may require insanity for sheer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;perseverance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusions:&lt;/strong&gt; Insanity leads to scientific discovery and I'm on the road to insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Future plans:&lt;/strong&gt;  Repeat, Repeat, Repeat....and pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-8623834531899598754?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8623834531899598754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=8623834531899598754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/8623834531899598754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/8623834531899598754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2008/10/contemplations.html' title='Contemplations: Scientific discovery or insanity, which comes first?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-5295172106688245272</id><published>2008-10-16T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:04:01.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance anyone?</title><content type='html'>Do know what's weird?  Listening to an audio romance book in your car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two Janet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Evanovich&lt;/span&gt; romance novels on CD from a friend.  There wasn't anything good on the radio one morning and so I popped the first CD in and now I'm hooked on the story.  Today was the first "romance" scene....and I felt a bit weird listening to the lady impersonating the male and female voices saying some things... well, that made me blush.  I had to look around to make sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; was watching me listen .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to finish the story to find how they catch the killer, hopefully there won't be too many more "detailed" scenes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy driving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blushing commuter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-5295172106688245272?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5295172106688245272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=5295172106688245272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/5295172106688245272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/5295172106688245272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2008/10/romance-anyone.html' title='Romance anyone?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-6921539743143633000</id><published>2008-10-10T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:30:17.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHICAGO!</title><content type='html'>Chicago was breathtaking.  Toby and I loved it and are planning on going back to see everything we missed this trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in Friday at 5:00 and after taking an 1 hour cab ride from the airport to downtown we finally checked into our hotel, which was 1 block off of Michigan Ave (Magnificent Mile).  The hotel was nice, but the lobby was a little crazy...it was very retro, with neon lights and crazy accessories, techno music playing in the background, and two gay clerks at the desk.  I was wondering what type of hotel I booked-it was a &lt;a href="http://www.fairfieldsuiteschicago.com/"&gt;Marriot&lt;/a&gt;t-who would of thought they would have designed their lobby like a gay bar...Toby was a bit worried, but our room was a normal hotel room.  That night we went walking down Michigan Ave and had some deep dish pizza a &lt;a href="http://www.giordanos.com/"&gt;Giordano's&lt;/a&gt;.  We had to wait about an hour, but it was worth it, sharing a Greek salad, appetizer, and a cheesy, meaty deep dish pizza.  Toby and I could not even eat half of a small!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was busy busy, but awesome. We started at 8:00 am out walking down Michigan Ave to Lake Michigan where tons of people were out waking and jogging.  I loved the contrast between the city skyline and the lake.  We then got to see the grand opening the &lt;a href="http://www.americangirl.com/"&gt;American Girl store&lt;/a&gt; and walked around.  I had one of these dolls growing up, so it was good to reminisce and see all the new things they had out for little girls (made me want to have one of my own...).  We then took the &lt;a href="http://www.coachusa.com/chicagotrolley/"&gt;Chicago Double Decker tour &lt;/a&gt;which was well worth the $60(for both of us).  We got commentary of the architecture and city history while they drove us to various spots around the city.  We were allowed to get off at any stop and walk around and just catch another bus.  We ended up doing this tour from 9-5.  We saw the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1370550&amp;amp;l=3fff0&amp;amp;id=595922311"&gt;Sears's Tower&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1370552&amp;amp;l=5d268&amp;amp;id=595922311"&gt;Millennium Park&lt;/a&gt; (loved the cloud!), &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1370558&amp;amp;l=227c2&amp;amp;id=595922311"&gt;Theater District &lt;/a&gt;(where we had the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1370557&amp;amp;l=5f811&amp;amp;id=595922311"&gt;Chicago dog&lt;/a&gt;!), the Art Museum, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1370621&amp;amp;l=8528d&amp;amp;id=595922311"&gt;Soldier's Field&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1370611&amp;amp;id=595922311"&gt;Navy Pier&lt;/a&gt;, Lake Michigan, Chicago River, and of course the Magnificent Mile.  One of my favorite parts of Chicago was all the buildings, the architecture was beautiful and I loved the contrast of different styles.  My favorite buildings were the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1370578&amp;amp;l=7e97c&amp;amp;id=595922311"&gt;Chicago Tribune building&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1370563&amp;amp;l=ff62f&amp;amp;id=595922311"&gt;wave building&lt;/a&gt;, and&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1370561&amp;amp;l=c36c1&amp;amp;id=595922311"&gt; Marina City building (corn).  &lt;/a&gt;I loved walking everywhere, everything seemed so close and so accessible.  We ended up picking up tickets to see Wicked that night (Toby's great spontaneous idea!), so we made a quick pit stop at the hotel to drop off our stuff and change and then off to dinner!  We ate more deep dish pizza at &lt;a href="http://762.unotogo.com/zgrid/proc/site/sitep.jsp;jsessionid=aQHg0Zw8oac4"&gt;Due's&lt;/a&gt; and it was of course delicious, Toby and I still  were unable to finish a small even without appetizers!  We then walked our way down to the &lt;a href="http://www.oriental-theater.com/"&gt;Oriental Theater &lt;/a&gt;and saw Wicked.  We both loved it!  Then we walked back to our hotel, finally getting to rest at 11:00 pm.  It was a perfect day in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we only had time to walk down Michigan Ave to the Chicago River where I took yet again more pictures.  We then had to head to the airport and leave Chicago behind.  In our next trip we plan to hit the Museums (art, aquarium, planetarium, and field museums) and to actually make it up the Sears building, walk through Grants Park, take the Double Decker ethnic tour of Greek town, Little Italy, and China Town, and an architectural tour.  We still have a lot to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Chicago and can't wait to go back!  Check out my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sarahullevig/"&gt;flickr site &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=56249&amp;amp;l=cb671&amp;amp;id=595922311"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; (you don't have to have an account to see and there are more pictures on that site!)for my pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-6921539743143633000?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6921539743143633000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=6921539743143633000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/6921539743143633000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/6921539743143633000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2008/10/chicago.html' title='CHICAGO!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-5143349860598557329</id><published>2008-09-27T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:58:03.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggin it up</title><content type='html'>So i thought I'd be better at this blogging thing, at least more regular about it, but it hasn't worked out that way. Here's how it usually goes: on the drive home i think about my day and some days I think...I'm going to blog about this. I think about how I'm going to set up my blogs and what I'm going to say and then i get home....and it never happens. I need my thoughts to be transcribed to a digital media so i can just upload to my blog.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm bloggin it up tonight! Katlynn is sleeping, I've got a Bacardi mojito at my side, and a movie on the tele and I'm ready to blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought i would fill in the blanks since my last blog around June with the significant events since then (excluding my parenting experiences as in my previous blog: "You can call my Mama Ullevig"). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was consumed with grant writing. My mentor wanted me to apply for a NIH (National Institutes of Health) predoctoral grant-which is great opportunity for me to get my research funded and would put me a good position to find a nice job when i got done. All fine in dandy but I learned some things about grant writing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. It sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. It sucks up all my free time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. It sucks all the energy I might have to do anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. It sucks. More than anything I've done before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was my July. I'll let you know if I get it! All that sucking may pay off....no pun, no pun at all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got a vacation! I visited Lisa and Jocelynn with my Mom the second week of August and it was a much needed break from July. I got to spend lots time with the baby :) and relaxing and reading. It was great. See some pictures of that trip below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250930004275220914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SN8NBK1D0bI/AAAAAAAAADY/gk4YN_zI5_U/s320/DSCN0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250930720419736754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SN8Nq2rN7LI/AAAAAAAAADk/WRyghWnOkkc/s320/DSCN0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;September...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school starts...ugh. It's not going too bad, i have class Mon and Fri morning and then i have to tutor medical students taking biochemistry every other 6 weeks. No to bad. the rest of the time I'm in lab working my butt of to ensure I'm going to be done in 4 years!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa also visited with the baby this month and it was great. She had changed so much just since the time I'm saw her in August. More pics below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250931319336562082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SN8ONt0HbaI/AAAAAAAAADs/WOSpWVAhTy4/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The future:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October is going to be exciting. I start off going to Chicago with Toby for the weekend. He is going for the week for work training and then I'm meeting up with him. I've never been to Chicago, but I can't wait even if it's only for a weekend! We're planning going to Fright Fest with Katlynn and Sam, hopefully also getting her for Halloween to take her trick or treating! Also going to attend the jewelry party in Austin at Ellen's new place and I'm going to try to swing in a trip into Ikea :) Toby is expected to get a large raise and I've already got plans for the money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the Fall is going to be consumed with dissertation committees, and Free radical meeting in Indianapolis (why couldn't it be someplace cool?) and end of semester school crap. So I'm going to relax in October and brace for the end of the semester and keep my nose to the grind stone until December. We found out this at Lisa's last visit that she is coming in December moving in with my parents while Scott is deployed to Afghanistan until August. We're excited to have her and Jocelyn and sad to see Scott go. So Spring will be filled with Jocelyn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-5143349860598557329?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5143349860598557329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=5143349860598557329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/5143349860598557329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/5143349860598557329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2008/09/bloggin-it-up.html' title='Bloggin it up'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SN8NBK1D0bI/AAAAAAAAADY/gk4YN_zI5_U/s72-c/DSCN0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-5434663634202972808</id><published>2008-09-27T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:01:36.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me Mama Ullevig (no i'm not pregnant!!)</title><content type='html'>So as most of you know, Josh (Toby's brother) moved in with us at the end of June. We were giving him an opportunity to live bill free and get his "stuff" together for a "couple" of months. So in this deal we decided to get our niece every other weekend for Josh's custody for many reasons &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;among&lt;/span&gt; which to give her a chance to see our side of the family more than a couple of times a year. Toby and I spend most of the weekend she is here with her because Josh works at night and sleeps during the say so we have a test run as parents to a three year old.....which is challenging to say the least. We have had to take on more of a parent role...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; abandoned the thought that i could be "fun aunt Sarah".... I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not! It doesn't help she's at a tough age that needs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;discipline&lt;/span&gt;, so we have become the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disciplinarians&lt;/span&gt;....only if she listens, if we are lucky. i love hearing "get out of my face", "leave me alone, get out of my life", and my favorite "I don't have to listen to your because you're not my mom (dad)"....sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; had my true test this weekend, that not only proves how much I love the little girl, not only to put up with her attitude every other weekend, but to have her in my house with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;constant&lt;/span&gt; abuse of my authority...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Katlynn&lt;/span&gt; has lice and has had it for awhile. I'll let it sink in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your like me, your head is already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;itching&lt;/span&gt; at the thought, but the feeling still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; go away after the second lice treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story starts at 6:30pm Friday when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pulling in the drive way, just getting home from work and Lori (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Katlynn's&lt;/span&gt; mom) calls and says she on her way to drop off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Katlynn&lt;/span&gt;. I grab the car seat from the garage and head on my way, still on the phone with Lori. She says "did Josh tell you about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Katlynn&lt;/span&gt;?" I say no. Oh, she has lice and needs treatment this weekend and has had it for awhile off and on and they haven't been able to get rid of it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking in my head...should i tell her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;never mind&lt;/span&gt;, we don't want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;licey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Katlynn&lt;/span&gt;? And why in the hell weren't we told this a long time ago, like the first time she had it? But i bite my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; and pick buggy K&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;atlynn&lt;/span&gt; up. Lori and i go shopping at W&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;almart&lt;/span&gt; to buy lice treatment along with new brushes and lice spray. There in the store I get to see my first lice in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Katlynn's&lt;/span&gt; hair. She then tells me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Katlynn&lt;/span&gt; has had this little problem for a month.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch, scratch, scratch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We treated her Friday night. Toby and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;examined&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; like gorillas in the wild and we were lice free! Saturday we washed all sheets, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;comforters&lt;/span&gt;, and pillows that may have come into contact with her during her visits. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still in the process of washing pillows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch, scratch, scratch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did our second treatment tonight although they say it's not necessary, i say it's necessary. Toby and I again inspected &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; and we seem to be okay. So far so good. Although the instructions with the medication say we should inspect for 10 days!!!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; might be washing my sheets, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;comforter&lt;/span&gt;, and pillows daily..... And cutting my hair if i come down with the lice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;infiltration&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch, scratch, scratch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to change the subject....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides having the experience of having a 3 year old twice a month, I fondly called Josh our teenage son. He has a mind of his own, is living off us for free, doesn't listen to our advice, and we bought a car for him. Yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Toby&lt;/span&gt; and i are getting our experience in child rearing for a wide range of ages. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;forseeing&lt;/span&gt; his "couple" months turning into a year....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; taking bets if anyone is interested....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just call me Mama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Ullevig&lt;/span&gt;, I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; earned the title...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-5434663634202972808?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5434663634202972808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=5434663634202972808' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/5434663634202972808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/5434663634202972808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-call-me-mama-ullevig-no-im-not.html' title='Just call me Mama Ullevig (no i&apos;m not pregnant!!)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-7463550655866992550</id><published>2008-06-29T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:12:25.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to OG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last trip to OG was sure memorable....we celebrated Carilee and Meghan's new job like we were 21....well maybe 25, but definitely not 28!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friday night was spent dancing at Club Robbins, Saturday chillin at the beach and watching movies, and then finished it up with a trip to the Aquarium Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The only thing that could have been better about this weekend was having Schwenk there, the missing person in our posse! We might have to have a replay and break in her new house with Club Shumate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Below are some highlights of Club Robbins that I can't resist posting.....Love you Meghan and Colleen!! (the audio is bad--my only excuse is tequila)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check out pictures of this weekend at my flicker site: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23257648@N00/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/23257648@N00/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3905dd4fafbac5c2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-837832306797343383</id><published>2008-06-24T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:46.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Bobie and Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e had Katlynn this weekend and it was a lot of fun, but also exhausting--that 3 year old had so much energy, we went to the park, had ice cream, went downtown and road the river boat, had a water gun fight and more....it was a busy weekend! Here are some of my favorite pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SGGyx-nRXKI/AAAAAAAAABI/Tvc1cA6pbLs/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,393.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215646415162793122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SGGyx-nRXKI/AAAAAAAAABI/Tvc1cA6pbLs/s320/of%3D50,590,393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Katlynn and her Uncle Bobie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SGGz7J2YHkI/AAAAAAAAABo/MjBaFU51exU/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,393a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SGG1k51ngpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GRTBYFP9Fuk/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,393a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215649489077371538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SGG1k51ngpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GRTBYFP9Fuk/s320/of%3D50,590,393a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SeeSaw!  Josh and I were on the other end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SGG3BO8hYxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0pxR0z2XkLs/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215651075291439890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SGG3BO8hYxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0pxR0z2XkLs/s320/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just the girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SGG0t-P8ueI/AAAAAAAAACI/lmz8jJcvKt4/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,393d.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215648545368750562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SGG0t-P8ueI/AAAAAAAAACI/lmz8jJcvKt4/s320/of%3D50,590,393d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Getting ready for water gun fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SGG1lGXAmZI/AAAAAAAAACY/BUaaVA0LGbA/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,393e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SGG1syNBQtI/AAAAAAAAACg/jBshtXOlphQ/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,393f.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215649624466997970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SGG1syNBQtI/AAAAAAAAACg/jBshtXOlphQ/s320/of%3D50,590,393f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She's showing me the figure she hurt! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SGG1zoxrU7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/EhZ3ZWoDMgs/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,393i.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215649742195479474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SGG1zoxrU7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/EhZ3ZWoDMgs/s320/of%3D50,590,393i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Get Aunt Sarah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;New vocabulary words I learned this weekend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ohhay (O hay): 3 year old speak for okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her (her): 3 year old speak for your...took us a while to figure out that one......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-837832306797343383?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/837832306797343383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=837832306797343383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/837832306797343383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/837832306797343383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-with-bobie-and-sarah.html' title='Fun with Bobie and Sarah'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SGGyx-nRXKI/AAAAAAAAABI/Tvc1cA6pbLs/s72-c/of%3D50,590,393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-2001489021730807430</id><published>2008-06-15T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:08:55.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 year flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So.....I went to my 10 year high school reunion this Saturday and there are a few things I realized.... (besides that I'm freakin old....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.  I'm so glad I'm not in high school anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realized the person I used to be with these people is not who I am now.  I used to be shy, withdrawn, and unsure of myself and I still feel like I can be those things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt;, but for the most part I feel like I know who I am and I'm not afraid to be that person, which is a great feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.   A big %&amp;amp;#$ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hurricane&lt;/span&gt; can make any situation fun!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This reunion would have been a little dull if it weren't for the alcohol that made everyone look great, made me feel like I looked great, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;encouraged&lt;/span&gt; dancing and socialization even with people I didn't know!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WooHoo&lt;/span&gt;--go rum! (hopefully I'll have some great drunk pictures soon...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.  I have great friends and a great husband.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realized that the friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; kept along the years are the best ever and I don't need to go to a reunion to see who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; missed out on, but to see what I do have right now.  This reunion would have been dull, even with the alcohol if it wasn't for Sarah and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rachael&lt;/span&gt;--they were the best part of the reunion! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There were some people that I enjoyed talking to and catching up with, even exchanged numbers with an old friend and we're going to meet up for dinner soon, so all in all it was a good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today's word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;verdure \VUR-jur\, noun:Green; greenness; freshness of vegetation; as, the verdure of the meadows in June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2008/06/17.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2008/06/17.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The grass is always more verdure on the other side"  haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-2001489021730807430?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2001489021730807430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=2001489021730807430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/2001489021730807430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/2001489021730807430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-year-flashback.html' title='10 year flashback'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-4286209644198861686</id><published>2008-06-02T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:32:07.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So May was a crazy busy month that put my brain and skills to the test. There are some key things I learned about myself and also somethings that hopefully will enlighten you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. Dry ice burns like a mother....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm sure your thinking....duh, don't you know dry ice burns? Why yes i do, but you really don't get the full understanding until you actually burn yourself...which i did. Sad thing, i was really trying to be careful, i had gloves on, was digging through it with a metal spatula, trying to get to the goodies inside (lab supplies..of course) and didn't realized that while i was digging, my arm was getting burned-my arm below the gloves. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; add insult to injury, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt; may have overreacted to the severity of my burn (you're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; right?!?) , but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; research assistant reassured me it was fine, while he applied antiseptic and bandages to my cold, burnt arm. To my defense it did burn and sting for the next couple of hours and i had to wear jacket that day so no one would ask about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;band aids&lt;/span&gt;. Good news though, my arm is fine and I just have a tiny mark to show for it that fades more each day. Hopefully this will be the last of my lab injuries....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. The last 4 weeks of school is to working out like oil is to water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was so proud of myself in March/April time--i was biking riding, running on the tread mill, kept up with my working out....I even road in my first biking event: the Fiesta Wildflower Ride &lt;a href="http://www.fiestawildflower.com/"&gt;http://www.fiestawildflower.com/&lt;/a&gt; and road 25 miles in 2 hrs, 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, a new record for me! Well the end of April, school got the best of me and my regular work out routine went out the window. I am still trying to get back into it, with a 20 mile ride with Colleen and Jeff 2 weekends ago--I survived it , but barely! So I"m hoping to get back into the game soon....very soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. Maybe having a kid won't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; bad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After vicariously living through my sister having a baby and seeing that she survived and all is well, maybe better than well, i might be changing my mind about the whole baby thing....we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. Negative feedback doesn't motivate me, it just upsets me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am much better with constructive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;criticism&lt;/span&gt;....and i think there is a big difference. I got some feedback on one of my assignments that rubbed me the wrong way, i know this is my first year of graduate school and there is no way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be great at everything i do, i realize this, really i do, sometimes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; too hard on myself. But i really don't like feeling like i let someone down, and trust me, i let myself down enough because i didn't do as well as a should have. I know they wanted me to take this feedback and learn from it and motivate me to do better, but it really didn't. But i did feel better after i approached them and asked for more feedback and talked to them face to face where i was told "it was goo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;d." Oh well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just going to chalk it up to a first year blunder, and the fact that i tried my best is enough for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I decided to end each blog with with a new vocabulary word, because for a PhD candidate my vocabulary sucks! So we'll all learn to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;eloquent&lt;/span&gt; and use impressive words together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2008/06/10.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2008/06/10.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;surfeit \&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SUR&lt;/span&gt;-fit\, noun:1. An excessive amount or supply.2. Overindulgence, as in food or drink.3. Disgust caused by overindulgence or excess.&lt;br /&gt;transitive verb:1. To feed or supply to excess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"My lack of working out and surfeit amount of sweets last week did not help my weight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt; plan!" and oh was this so true.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-4286209644198861686?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4286209644198861686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=4286209644198861686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/4286209644198861686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/4286209644198861686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2008/06/may-reflections.html' title='May Reflections'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-3866501208656695057</id><published>2008-06-02T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:47.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207472675751139138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SESozuezF0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/1x5XKp7TZo0/s320/2546927636_2786337e0f_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SESozeezFzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Tr0OcfrXYdE/s1600-h/2546105273_1e815f7327_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207472671456171826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SESozeezFzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Tr0OcfrXYdE/s320/2546105273_1e815f7327_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SESozuezF1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/erSH2m2Yqdc/s1600-h/2546917792_f7c1058405_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207472675751139154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SESozuezF1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/erSH2m2Yqdc/s320/2546917792_f7c1058405_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SESoz-ezF2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-9mZRo8nmuE/s1600-h/2546925336_3897fcf464_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207472680046106466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SESoz-ezF2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-9mZRo8nmuE/s320/2546925336_3897fcf464_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SESo0OezF3I/AAAAAAAAABA/k7jgM4tsMsM/s1600-h/2546925704_3bb5d7883f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207472684341073778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SESo0OezF3I/AAAAAAAAABA/k7jgM4tsMsM/s320/2546925704_3bb5d7883f_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some of my favorite pics from this weekend in San Clemente, California. Lisa, Scott, and baby are doing really well and Aunt Sarah got to help out and take the Sat morning 3:30-7:30 shift and the Sun morning 4:00-8:00 shift--just getting in some practice! See more pictures of baby Jocelyn at my flickr site &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23257648@N00/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/23257648@N00/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-3866501208656695057?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3866501208656695057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=3866501208656695057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/3866501208656695057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/3866501208656695057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekend-getaway.html' title='Weekend getaway'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SESozuezF0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/1x5XKp7TZo0/s72-c/2546927636_2786337e0f_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-395504308754698912</id><published>2008-05-27T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:47.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SDzEcyI0_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SMQKAv8dbaM/s1600-h/0527081900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205251268107632578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SDzEcyI0_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SMQKAv8dbaM/s320/0527081900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jocelyn Grace Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8 lbs, 1 oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May 27, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-395504308754698912?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/395504308754698912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=395504308754698912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/395504308754698912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/395504308754698912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2008/05/jocelyn-grace-smith-8-lbs-1-oz-may-27.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SDzEcyI0_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SMQKAv8dbaM/s72-c/0527081900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550148480308291992.post-2133214730663312264</id><published>2008-05-27T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:31:42.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Oh BABY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Great news for my first blog: I'm an aunt today! Lisa had her first baby a few hours ago, 8 pounds, 1 ounce, 20 inches long-Jocelyn Grace Smith. I spoke to her and she sounded great, said it was easier than she thought...if we could all be so lucky! I will post pictures soon. I am headed to California to visit this Friday and I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I've joined the world of blogging, and I've finally decided to start one to document my experience of going through a PhD program and to share some of my new great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt;! So i will post again soon with some great words of wisdom...ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550148480308291992-2133214730663312264?l=roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2133214730663312264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4550148480308291992&amp;postID=2133214730663312264' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/2133214730663312264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550148480308291992/posts/default/2133214730663312264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadtodrsarah.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-baby.html' title='Oh BABY!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07834595061078121455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvv6e4B8e0M/SPAeMSlMpRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1zBp3qpdTNo/S220/Chicago+10-4-08+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
