tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71574116773554526182024-02-20T01:38:30.129-08:00A place for some reflectionSarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-4476824508513506852009-05-07T07:01:00.000-07:002009-05-07T07:13:19.139-07:00I Smile Because....Have you heard the saying, "I smile because I have no idea what's going on" before? I think we all have, it's a pretty common saying in silly t-shirt shops. Well, lately, that's kinda been me.<br /><br />However, I'm smiling not BECAUSE I don't know what's going on, but IN SPITE of not knowing what's going on. And lemme tell you, I am smiling A LOT.<br /><br />What's the expression? Butterflies? :)<br /><br />Butterflies rock. The end.SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-87973373468170388252009-05-05T23:46:00.000-07:002009-05-05T23:49:08.059-07:00"All or Nothing"I have always loved this song....Just thought I'd post the lyrics....<br /><br />________________________________________________<br /><br />"All or Nothing" by O-Town<br /><br /><br />I know when he's been on your mind <br />That distant look is in your eye <br />I thought with time you'd realize <br />It's over, over <br />It's not the way I choose to live <br />And something somewhere's got to give <br />As sharing this relationship gets older, older <br />You know I'd fight for you <br />But how I can fight someone who isn't even there <br />I've had the rest of you now I want the best of you <br />I don't care if that's not fair <br /><br />Chorus: <br />Cause I want it all <br />Or nothing at all <br />There's no where left to fall <br />When you reach the bottom it's now or never <br />Is it all <br />Or are we just friends <br />Is this how it ends <br />With a simple telephone call <br />You leave me here with nothing at all <br /><br />There are times it seems to me <br />I'm sharing you with memories <br />I feel it in my heart <br />But I don't show it show it <br />And then there's times you look at me <br />As though I'm all that you can see <br />Those times I don't believe it's right <br />I know know it <br /><br />Don't me make me promises <br />Baby you never did know how to keep them well <br />I've had the rest of you <br />Now I want the best of you <br />It's time for show and tell <br /><br />Chorus <br /><br />Cause you and I <br />Could lose it all if you've got no more room <br />No room inside for me in your life <br />Cause I want it all <br />Or nothing at all <br />There's no where left to fall <br />It's now or never <br /><br />Chorus x2SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-50618115917582141842009-05-05T21:30:00.000-07:002009-05-05T21:31:09.167-07:00jealous....i need to stop being such a jealous person.<br />i am on the verge of tears.SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-43355211182901862532009-04-01T21:57:00.000-07:002009-04-01T21:58:46.593-07:00Totally Do-ableLosing 40 lbs by the end of August is totally do-able. I am sure I'll have lost 40 other things by then, why not add pounds to the mix? :) I'm down 4 so far, and I just started a week ago! Woo!SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-88916433309538289102009-03-24T15:01:00.000-07:002009-03-24T16:01:30.867-07:00My New Logo?Hey kiddies.... So, I've decided to make a logo for my photography work... I've posted a few versions, so I'd really appreciate hearing which one you all like the best! Thanks! :)<br /><br /><br /><br />1.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZfLsY3kQ6fBQDGeIfxTQ5f-wSfub4lEIy77py5NMEv-Oszb-bR00VYCS7REbdd-ZQNCN3wDtGwooMnKfZjdgO27mYMXCGlMyWD0lmAoUVi9DzhqFm66WPFuxBqMIq36JbodyZ2TLCEnY/s1600-h/SSP+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 87px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZfLsY3kQ6fBQDGeIfxTQ5f-wSfub4lEIy77py5NMEv-Oszb-bR00VYCS7REbdd-ZQNCN3wDtGwooMnKfZjdgO27mYMXCGlMyWD0lmAoUVi9DzhqFm66WPFuxBqMIq36JbodyZ2TLCEnY/s400/SSP+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316881487680129346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />2.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3mu_AIS3r6udztRUZgPpNGzyR7ryoG0vk4M42M4ULfPClad1m9-0bBppNYrm1eVzju4_Rl-PJwitTYmaZ-Dx-FllgiX8RTdwkJTNdBRvPdi9G6gQ4nI9CUFki3Vle9QHdRXlDlf4ZIw/s1600-h/SSP+6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 122px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqdtX9Q-BBIQDHhm-GAX6Ksv7klDHwv6TqS_JHvP2SzmWq6vHBNQTB-BioDIm6r7Hnpr43lUvXwoW7xbZZ0qju_wSPo-t-AnUV-Y7KgMj2nDD8_wfCzjQrdNbQEf1Yjdm4_KmrExTs8vY/s400/ssp+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316892512092737378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />7.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg10UPHfiCu-OA6yu44sLViTrIcb_YszCG7TGhwdbZrdSPEFVajKXKIieIFAW7vzippdyeD8t_C2_poVEGRjU7muZjgMg2GDUhTRvp1oI-6qgN29ww-S-rQ8T-AucPZyXoMBBHjkEA9Bks/s1600-h/SSP+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 87px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg10UPHfiCu-OA6yu44sLViTrIcb_YszCG7TGhwdbZrdSPEFVajKXKIieIFAW7vzippdyeD8t_C2_poVEGRjU7muZjgMg2GDUhTRvp1oI-6qgN29ww-S-rQ8T-AucPZyXoMBBHjkEA9Bks/s400/SSP+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316881223738638994" border="0" /></a>SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-35314263099114018222009-03-24T13:29:00.000-07:002009-03-24T16:24:26.083-07:00Tiffani & Chris's Wedding<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjobF2-HCwg3d1ua8jW_GxLL3ku4skt_dimCDp3VJk8ydIyRb1I50oxt9cdWUNg9QfUyAOT9dmdpzo5zL8BLZzARRV21jbeZAkbs7CK0930dE_Lyp10ZpzIjtL3oDXTSxVWlcb_sM1VxUs/s1600-h/cake+top+2+ssp.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Hello! Just over a week ago I went to Seattle to photograph my friend Tiffani's wedding. Here are a just a few photos from the event!<br /><br />_________________________________________<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyic3G5pk78hX3x7hqidcqp3wu-1-kGiux4RFV324OlJysa87rjqwJkxTgINTD06atj8HYZ2kc7oTNxCwnQCV42eX3iw1WVzaVHcCMijr4zvRlPgYq4KjmmLzTU_y01tvWn96wIJH0Bdg/s1600-h/his+and+hers+shoes+2b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyic3G5pk78hX3x7hqidcqp3wu-1-kGiux4RFV324OlJysa87rjqwJkxTgINTD06atj8HYZ2kc7oTNxCwnQCV42eX3iw1WVzaVHcCMijr4zvRlPgYq4KjmmLzTU_y01tvWn96wIJH0Bdg/s400/his+and+hers+shoes+2b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316856795953427698" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86lOvw9cQ-JpxGvDuvICn7mcgZKWnYTLpzZ4l_jWsS4mN1EWBQC5Xc0Qt5ckLomKKyiMqaINbh3arp_I_i-p7PwSPSBdpz0zyo_XV1qGOGpEBP4JRcMgwFnWHLPyOQq6LbkV30ofZzfc/s1600-h/boys+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4U_ptroJVPoW9oMlIw4EUl3T0-OhEyl_-MkjWv7BqTrZNs9yvyGVI8WA2aDBWLXsG5A1yD67CgqHRFBL154rnqbxWBEtdOSQ4g1aPVdvSt1YjPz71fOKM8L-aMp0pUbdsVo_sLpjdSY/s400/bridal+party+girls+2+sepia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316854695991758306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div>SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-89204115433191404592009-02-19T08:10:00.000-08:002009-02-19T08:46:26.387-08:00Things that make me happy!Today I feel the need to remind myself of all of the little things in life that make me happy. All too often I think I take the little things for granted, and in the end, I think the little things are actually the big things... So, off the top of my head, here are a few things that make me smile!<br /><br /><ul><li>Blue skies</li><li>John Cusack movies</li><li>The sound of the rain</li><li>The smell of the air on early summer mornings</li><li>The feel of the sunshine on my skin, any time of year.</li><li>Gerber daisies</li><li>Star filled skies</li><li>Days off from work</li><li>Paychecks</li><li>My car's sunroof/moonroof</li><li>Brick Oven pizza!</li><li>Chaco tan lines</li><li>Almond Rocha</li><li>Smiles from strangers</li><li>Puppies/Dogs</li><li>Babies</li><li>Chill music</li><li>Sleeping in</li><li>High School Yearbooks</li><li>Haircuts</li><li>Roadtrips with friends</li><li>Vacations in general</li><li>Palm trees</li><li>Allred concerts</li><li>The sound of a cello</li><li>Sunsets</li></ul><p>There are a few.... :) What makes YOU happy? </p>SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-88544426367811955962009-02-18T09:38:00.000-08:002009-02-18T10:18:34.302-08:00Thinkin' Over...I've had a lot on my mind lately. More than usual, actually. Well, let me back up...<br /><br />The last few weeks I've been pretty sick, and have spent an unusually large amount of time at home, in bed. When you're home and stuck in bed, you have ridiculous amounts of time to think. [And play on Facebook.] So, everything that I haven't had time to really think about the past few weeks/months came flooding to my mind, and at times, it was a bit overwhelming. <br /><br />I thought about California. A lot. And obviously not JUST California, but situations surrounding certain people IN California. I gave my heart away to this person 8 years ago and I never really got it back. I've been fighting with myself over this non-stop since October 29th....The day he breezed back into my life. Well, actually I should say, I've been fighting with myself over this since September or October 2001. It's a sick love affair, so to speak, and I'm a hopeless romantic.<br /><br />I thought a lot about the Church, and it's role in my life. Or rather, the lack-there-of. I went to the Draper Temple Open House on February 14th, and I was hoping to have some miraculous, spiritual experience that opened my eyes and flooded my heart and made me realize everything I have been missing....and...I just...didn't. The building was BEAUTIFUL...But, I just felt like I was walking through JUST THAT...a beautiful building. I had no spiritual connection with the place. <br /><br />I've thought about Brennan, and how much I miss him. I guess that also ties into the whole "thinking about California" aspect... I haven't been there since his funeral, and would really like to bring some Gerber daisies to his grave...In my opinion, they are the ultimate symbol of friendship. [Well, at least in terms of flowers.]<br /><br />Going along with missing Brennan, I've come to realize something about myself... I have a very hard time letting people go. I guess that has to do with "Mr. California," too. I care about people a LOT. I think about my friends and how much they mean to me, and maybe this is idealistic, but I invision always being friends with them. I think back to where I was a few years ago, and who I was spending all of my free time with, and sadly, most of my friends from back then have grown into what feels like strangers. That's hard for me. Kurt Cobain once said "It's better to burn out than to fade away." I think that really describes how I feel about friendship. I would rather have a friendship end in some bitter, horrible, beyond-the-point-of-repair type of fight than for the friendship to just fade away, almost like it never existed. <br /><br />Here's an example. There is a person here in Utah I have been friends with since summer/fall of 2005, I believe.... [For the sake of making this less confusing, I'll refer to this person as "Shawn."] I have a tremendous amount of respect for Shawn. He's funny. He's outgoing. He's willing to help out a friend in need. He's someone I know I can talk to about anything without fear of judgement, and someone who can keep things confidential -- well, the important things anyway. :) I guess in short, he's all of the things a person looks for in a friend. Anyway, Shawn and I used to be good friends and hung out pretty regularly. Then, I don't know what happened. Life changed things. I have been back in Utah for just over a year now, and I've only seen him once. And that was by chance. It makes me sad to see friendships fizzle away, and not know how to fix them, or why they started fading in the first place.<br /><br />Maybe that's just part of life... <br /><br />This blog is probably sounding really depressing, ha ha ha, and I promise I don't mean for it to! Like I said, I've just had a lot on my mind and I needed someplace to write it all out, so I can better sort through it all.<br /><br />Thanks for listening...SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-81984631051243295262009-02-17T22:05:00.000-08:002009-02-17T22:06:35.506-08:00Pretty Baby....<a href="http://cutiepicture.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/cute_baby_face.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cutiepicture.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/cute_baby_face.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I. Want. One.</div>SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-87288689682669512162009-02-07T02:02:00.001-08:002009-02-07T02:04:13.375-08:00True Love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZD2UViJENgR6fI6orlH8vibdcIt92HgHZrMq0GWMrcC2hULvGV_Nf4_vZGz9qUeGp5LCB4CPAfmi1Kle7s-jzP9hGAsdEMRToSuSMYLh0q7SUQW4a2DDRa-UGIZgHYy4caUhsMRADjw/s1600-h/draper+temple.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299993853921087922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZD2UViJENgR6fI6orlH8vibdcIt92HgHZrMq0GWMrcC2hULvGV_Nf4_vZGz9qUeGp5LCB4CPAfmi1Kle7s-jzP9hGAsdEMRToSuSMYLh0q7SUQW4a2DDRa-UGIZgHYy4caUhsMRADjw/s400/draper+temple.jpg" border="0" /></a> Inside these walls one can experience the feeling of True Love. Love from our Heavenly Father.<br />Oh, what a lovely Valentines Day this is going to be. :)<br /><div></div>SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-65759487367174830732009-02-04T09:51:00.000-08:002009-02-04T10:26:33.810-08:00The A, B, C's of SarahleeA- Attached or single: Single<br /><br />B- Best Friend: I have a few very, very good best friends, both boys and girls, that have passed the test of time. Dawn, Beth, Kellie, Kristen, Brock, Tassy, Sara, Kelso, Mark, Bryan, Michael, etc. So many!!!!<br /><br />C-Cake or Pie: Gotta go with pie. Specifically pumpkin pie, with whipped cream!<br /><br />D- Day of choice: Any day I have off from both jobs! :) Usually Mondays & Tuesdays!<br /><br />E- Essential Item: My backpack. It's filled with all of my essential items, haha.<br /><br />F- Favorite Color: The blue color of the sky right away when I wake up on a summery day that I don't have to go to work. :) Nothing beats warm, sunny days!<br /><br />G- Gummi Bears or Worms: Eh, if I had to choose, I'd pick worms. Sour worms.<br /><br />H- Hometown: Aitkin/Brainerd, Minnesota (I know what you're thinking..."Uhhm, WHERE???")<br /><br />I- Indulgence(s): Caramel apple suckers :) Mmmmm sooooo good!<br /><br />J- January or July: Until I learn to snowboard or something, I'm going to have to go with July! :)<br /><br />K- Kids: I had a dream last night that I had a baby boy, whom I named Jake Taylor; Does that count??? :) (ps - I have NO IDEA where I pulled the last name "Taylor" from, so don't get any ideas! lol)<br /><br />L-Life is Incomplete Without: Love.<br /><br />M- Marriage Date: My goal is 10/10/10. :) uhh, that's pushing it, but hey. :) It's always good to have a goal.<br /><br />N- Number of Siblings: 2 half sisters. Samantha (by my mom) and Joleen (by my dad.) I only know Sam, though.<br /><br />O- Oranges or Apples: I love both. But I especially love apples when sweetened by Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory's caramel. :)<br /><br />P- Phobias or Fears: Not being able to say goodbye...<br /><br />Q- Quotes: "Could have been golden. Could have been something. Could have been anything that we wanted. But we were too fragile, we could be broken, we could be bought. And this is the last time I'm gonna say this, I loved you more than anything. And I still do." ~ "Golden" by ALLRED.<br /><br />R- Reason To Smile: Sunshine. Music. Friendships. Memories. Take your pic.<br /><br />S- Season: Autum- The temperature is my favorite. Cool enough during the day to enjoy some layered clothing, but still warm enough at night to not need a coat. Usually. :) The smell of the air when the leaves are changing is unmistakeable -- I wish I could bottle it and spray it in my home all year long!<br /><br />T- Tag: Beth, Brittany, Kristen<br /><br />U- Unknown Fact About Me: I have a huge soft spot for red-headed guys. I've never met a mean red head! ;)<br /><br />V- Vegetarian or Meat Eater: I love chicken too much to be a vegetarian!<br /><br />W- Worst Habit: biting my nails, or pulling at my split ends... I gotta stop! AHH!<br /><br />X- X-Rays or Ultrasounds: Well, I've never had an ultrasound, but uhm, I'm gonna go with that one...An x-ray usually means something is broken! hahaha....<br /><br />Y- Your Favorite Food: Chicken Potstickers from Panda Express. Very guilty pleasure which I give-in to faaar too often! ;)<br /><br />Z - Zodiac: Aries!SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-56001385550819973582009-01-07T19:15:00.000-08:002009-01-07T19:18:44.668-08:00IronicWell, that relationship I was talking about in my previous post...Yeah, it lasted 6 days. I couldn't handle it anymore. Sounds crazy, right? I couldn't handle being treated well? I don't know, it just seemed like too much --- I don't like being called "honey" and "baby" and "sweetie" and "darlin" every time you're speaking to me. My name is SARAH!!!! Try using THAT! I'm far too independent to need to be with someone 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Or maybe I just haven't found the person that I'd be OKAY with spending that much time with. Yeah, I'm guessing that's it. <br /><br />Then there's always the past coming back to bite me. Texting me from time to time, letting me know he's still there, and still holding my heart. Why do I let him have this control over me, and how do I stop it???<br /><br />I got my laptop back, so...There will be more to come soon!SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-53091111584251774412008-12-21T11:17:00.000-08:002008-12-21T11:24:41.910-08:00[ Relationships ]It's crazy to think that some people can treat others so badly. It's also amazing that some can treat those same people so WELL. Looking back on the men I've dated in the past few years and comparing them to the guy I'm dating right now, I see what an extreme difference there is in the way they have treated me. <br /><br />Now I find it surprising when a guy DOESN'T get mad over the little things. This new guy I am dating is constantly pleasantly surprising me with how patient he is, with the way he doesn't get jealous, and the way he's always giving me sincere compliments. <br /><br />Barack Obama was right. It WAS time for change. :) <br /><br />I'm liking this...SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-17037012605082550982008-11-05T11:31:00.001-08:002008-11-05T11:32:34.139-08:00A Time for Change<div align="center"><a href="http://www.judiciaryreport.com/images/barack-obama-5-14-08.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.judiciaryreport.com/images/barack-obama-5-14-08.jpg" border="0" /></a> I believe the time for change has come.</div><div align="center">Thank you, Barack Obama. </div><div align="center">Thank you, America.</div><div align="center">Together, WE CAN!<br /></div><div align="center"></div>SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-27767436173893624882008-11-02T01:50:00.000-07:002008-11-02T01:59:00.062-08:00Isn't It Funny...Sometimes, while driving down the road, you will hit a patch of fog. Even if you're familiar with the land and the terrain, it still puts a lot of guess-work into your task at hand (which is to drive through safely.) You go slow, of course, not really sure what lies just ahead. Then suddenly, the fog lifts, and you are once again fully aware of your surroundings, thankful to not have to deal with the fog anymore.<br /><br />That's how I've been feeling lately. IN the fog, I mean. <br /><br />Well, friends. Tonight, the fog lifted. I have been dealing with a situation lately that has often times left me confused and essentially, "in the dark" about the near future and what would happen. However, tonight, certain things happened to make me realize what a "fog" I was in during that situation. It was hard. It was painful. I was always wondering what came next... Well, due to a series of non-events (things that didn't happen, but should have) I have been freed from the blindness the fog caused, and I am able to see things for what they really are. See people for who they really are. <br /><br />Why would I ever want to voluntarily go back into that state of fogginess?<br /><br />Let's hope I am able to hang on to this moment of clarity...SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-75622432541749306032008-10-29T09:13:00.000-07:002008-10-29T09:16:58.511-07:00Part TwoOkay, I'm usually not one who has a lack of things to say, but the last few text messages I've recieved have left me speechless. SPEECHLESS! I almost don't even know what to write here!!!!!!<br /><br />As I said in my last blog, a friend from the past got in touch with me via text message last night. We continued our texting today... He is not Mormon anymore, he's getting divorced! Talk about dropping a bomb-shell! I don't know what to think! At one point, this guy was my STRENGTH....And now he's not even LDS! <br /><br />I....I....I am seriously speechless.<br /><br />HELP!SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-61612139536958783772008-10-29T07:58:00.001-07:002008-10-29T08:02:31.956-07:00Just When I Thought...Just when I thought that the past was dead and gone, I got a late night text message. I don't think the text had any real point (as it didn't say much at all) other than to make his existance fresh in my mind.<br /><br />He always did have the worst (and best) timing.SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-69597390723550825502008-10-28T07:00:00.000-07:002008-10-28T07:35:06.965-07:00<div>Halloween is just around the corner and I bought the finishing touches for my costume last night. Let's "hope" it turns out the way I planned, haha. I'm going to the costume party at the restaurant I work at in Park City. My friend Alli is coming, as is my 'brother' Mark and two of his friends, and possibly two of my guy friends from the Provo area. I am certain the place will have a good turn out, all of the employees are bringing their friends. I have to work that night til close, but will go upstairs for the party afterward. Maaaaybe if you're lucky I'll post pictures. ;) haha... What are all of you dressing up as for halloween? </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The Marriott is having a pumpkin contest too, and each department is in charge of decorating a pumpkin. Maybe it's the side of me that likes crap-food, but I like this idea:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262213144365264914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvW9IEdx9WopAsK-qVG1O3D3G6VAhAKX275P5GWX7iIuoEzOxufJsuG-J0k8Tjo81Poj_UpJNFJV-JCuLuJQ6fml6gi8YIokfOJZssNFVB_7lj1Qr1L1L-c7sntKMQS06wFgKcJeYvfsI/s320/burger+pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /></div>SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-90988720482347485312008-10-21T08:42:00.000-07:002008-10-21T09:16:16.533-07:00A Day Late, A Buck ShortThe title of this post really has nothing to do with the post itself. It is simply a line from a song I've listened to quite a bit lately.<br />I haven't updated this in quite some time, and for that I apologize. I doubt anyone even reads it anymore, ha ha ha... Nonetheless, I thought I'd give a little update about what has been going on in my life.<br /><br />First and foremost, my computer is dead, DeAd, DEAD. It doesn't recognize the hard drive is even in the computer, thus making it impossible for Windows to load. I blame the "disk clean-up" I did just before it crashed. {Insert a classic "Rawr" here} I will be buying a new hard drive in the next few weeks and then life should be business as usual. The hard part is that I can't upload or edit any pictures until my computer is fixed. I also can't update my iPod. Oh yeah, that's another thing.... Because it had been a few months since I last backed up my hard drive to my external hard drive, I've lost tons of music, and even more photos. Booooo!!! I guess that means I'll have to do some more PHOTOSHOOTS!! :) Any takers??? :)<br /><br />In terms of "the guy scene" in my life...Well, let's just say it's kind of chaotic. Over the last few months I have also learned that you should say what's on your mind. I have found the line in "My Best Friend's Wedding" to be more true than I originally realized; <em>"When you love someone, you SAY IT! Right then! Out loud! Otherwise, the moment just...passes you by." </em><br />There isn't much worse than finding out a few years down the line that the other person cared about you back then, too, but nothing was done about it for WHATEVER reason. <br /><br />A few months ago I was talking with a friend of mine who served his mission in Minnesota (he actually taught me the discussions when I was first investigating the church!) and he gave me what was maybe the biggest compliment of my life. Backstory: I was completely in love with this kid for like, 3 years....After he finished his mission, he came back to Utah (where he's from) and we kept in touch. He came back to Minnesota once for a wedding and took me as his date. The kid is a rockstar. Funny, caring, genuine....Just an all around great guy. Well, he eventually got married and started a family of his own. He now has 4 awesome kids and his wife is a doll! We still keep in touch sometimes. Like I said, a few months ago we were talking on the phone and he said, "Sarah....Don't take this the wrong way, I am completely in love with my wife and kids and I wouldn't trade them for the world, but sometimes I feel like I missed out on dating you and I wish we would have given it a shot." I think when he said that, my heart stopped for a second. I guess I'm always so afraid of what would happen to the friendship if I tell someone how I feel about them and they don't feel the same way, so I typically don't say anything to them about it. I think it's maybe almost WORSE to find out later that what you hoped could have been, really COULD HAVE been.... Blahhhh...<br /><br />So maybe "A day late, a buck short" really did apply to the post after all, haha...SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-45992205100268382482008-07-25T11:24:00.000-07:002008-07-25T11:26:04.970-07:00PhotosI am thinking about going to Provo today to take photos up around Bridal Veil Falls.... Anyone care to join? :)SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-47241775367531426352008-07-25T00:47:00.000-07:002008-07-25T00:48:06.723-07:00Secrets, Secrets...I feel like I have been let in on the World's best kept secret. :)SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-4874967154181252222008-07-24T10:14:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:22:59.136-07:00Pioneer Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNh0D9WZgWQoQqfEioRMfILywl5oE2VDjodo3gR0ukGnujXibDXFJuORhPFzKvZD3qrW49AQccJ43aslg9Bi8EGbC_7oRCkljqOXX8HXv_YJgEFTD7jY3-je12u6jKoGCgAY8Adq9d2-4/s1600-h/temple+reflection+small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNh0D9WZgWQoQqfEioRMfILywl5oE2VDjodo3gR0ukGnujXibDXFJuORhPFzKvZD3qrW49AQccJ43aslg9Bi8EGbC_7oRCkljqOXX8HXv_YJgEFTD7jY3-je12u6jKoGCgAY8Adq9d2-4/s320/temple+reflection+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226632306484751618" border="0" /></a><br />Well it's Pioneer Day here in Utah, but the festivities seemed to start last night.<br />I was at Temple Square taking photos and doing some personal reflecting last night, and suddenly I heard some loud noises coming from the right. I turned my head to see what it was and there were fireworks going off. Constant fireworks for about 15 minutes. I guess last night wasn't the best night for quiet reflection on Temple grounds, ha ha.<br /><br />Tonight John Allred is performing at a park up here and I am definitely going to go. What day would be complete without a little music from John Allred? :)<br /><br />Tomorrow I want to go to Bridal Veil Falls and BYU campus and have a photoshoot with a few friends; hopefully that pans out.<br /><br />Not much to update on at this point. Will write more when I actually have something interesting to say.<br /><br />Love ya'll.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgw3hEQ_TBBiWZGLbrcvOBlzXe5cfpaRABRVna3ieush1sqjia16QrRDpg-Sw2_UpKazqzldz3KE3Euhdh5RCYgjNUlXHtB8aVG7G6Wb9m_A4FkZq12LFqLZCdUfYlT8L-8_ntXO-6LLI/s1600-h/temple+ponder.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgw3hEQ_TBBiWZGLbrcvOBlzXe5cfpaRABRVna3ieush1sqjia16QrRDpg-Sw2_UpKazqzldz3KE3Euhdh5RCYgjNUlXHtB8aVG7G6Wb9m_A4FkZq12LFqLZCdUfYlT8L-8_ntXO-6LLI/s320/temple+ponder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226631503407857666" border="0" /></a>SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-15260457880260735392008-07-23T19:37:00.000-07:002008-07-23T19:38:59.124-07:00ButterfliesI've got butterflies in my tummy & I'm crushing on someone yummy. :)<br />Okay, okay... so not everyone agrees with me on that, but it doesn't matter.<br />I don't see the world through anyone's eyes but my own...<br />And when I look at him,<br /><br />I see someone BEAUTIFUL!SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-84506951424528166932008-07-05T10:31:00.000-07:002008-07-05T23:16:06.099-07:00What Was Once Deemed "Unconstitutional"...What was once deemed "unconstitutional" is now apparently "constitutional" again????<br /><br />Someone please explain to me how when <strong>CHARLES MANSON</strong> (<em>who killed/commanded his followers to kill</em> <em><strong>AT LEAST</strong> NINE PEOPLE</em>) was sentenced to death it was OVERTURNED the following year because it was deemed "unconstitutional" -- yet <strong>SCOTT PETERSON</strong>, who was convicted of supposedly killing his wife and unborn baby, HE DID get the death penalty????? THEY ARE IN THE SAME PRISON!!!! THEY ARE *BOTH* AT SAN QUENTIN STATE PRISON!!!! how is it "unconstitutional" for ONE PERSON, but completely legit for the other??????? <br /><br />I am LIVID!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br />-----<br /><br />****correction: Charles Manson WAS at San Quentin Prison, but was transfered to California's Corcoran State Prison in 1989.SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157411677355452618.post-71539936756651521732008-07-04T17:11:00.000-07:002008-07-04T17:12:56.214-07:00IronyYou know what's ironic? I think Scott Peterson is innocent of the crimes he is incarcerated for, yet when I read Sharon Rocha's (Laci Peterson's Mom) book "For Laci" I can't stop tears from rolling down my cheeks.<br /><br />The whole story just makes me sad. <br /><br />Sometimes I long to have lived in simpler times.SarahLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162759049899835141noreply@blogger.com1