<?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-8389858</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:07:36.514-07:00</updated><category term='being the change'/><category term='Rev Carol'/><category term='the big blue tent'/><category term='Married'/><category term='moving'/><category term='Memes'/><category term='news'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='bliss'/><category term='busy mommy'/><category term='home office'/><category term='blowing up'/><category term='new house'/><category term='update on home'/><category term='finishing work'/><category term='business trip'/><category term='life with my daughter'/><category term='home'/><category term='truth'/><category term='yoga'/><category term='Goddesses'/><category term='IFFs'/><category term='pregnancy complaints'/><category term='pain pain go away'/><category term='family'/><category term='baby brain'/><category term='the Mama'/><category term='newness'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='state and whereabouts of my mind'/><category term='HNT'/><category term='work'/><category term='changes'/><category term='Presents'/><category term='CPL'/><category term='life love good things to come'/><category term='recovery'/><category term='surprise flowers mother&apos;s day'/><category term='baby busy'/><category term='New York'/><category term='nesting'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='stress'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='it&apos;s time'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='clothing swap'/><category term='bump'/><category term='the bump'/><category term='confessions'/><category term='Sass the Spy'/><category term='trip'/><category term='soul searching'/><category term='baby'/><category term='tough times'/><category term='wedding wedding baby baby'/><category term='Love'/><category term='waiting for Baby'/><category term='Peace'/><category term='wedding photographers'/><category term='Grandparents'/><category term='snow'/><category term='updating blogroll'/><title type='text'>The World According to Sass</title><subtitle type='html'>Sassy Girls &amp; Boyz Unite!
This is a place to share my own thoughts &amp; views of the world. To sort and organize the many millions of thoughts in my head, to have my own little place in Cyberspace.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>502</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-3706569134643001015</id><published>2012-01-20T13:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T13:44:26.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My lil tadpole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/6614759285/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7174/6614759285_959f57536f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/6614759285/"&gt;106_0680&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/"&gt;ssygrl&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just like that and another year has flown by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case there are any readers left at the World According to Sass, Happiest of New Years to ya and welcome to 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes, changes, changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need us, we'll be in the pool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-3706569134643001015?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/3706569134643001015/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=3706569134643001015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/3706569134643001015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/3706569134643001015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-lil-tadpole.html' title='My lil tadpole'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-9057337239807054022</id><published>2011-02-07T17:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:48:50.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/5426101435/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5176/5426101435_578e141bfb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/5426101435/"&gt;P1010668&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ssygrl/"&gt;ssygrl&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, the truth is, I couldn't figure out how to log in to my blogger account anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At which point do you stop apologizing for the lack of blogging (cause you know you don't have any readers left anyway, yo)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life moves on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading into my 5th year of being with this lovely man and we are expecting child #2 in July!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for an update?? :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps more posts to come... if I ever figure out how to log back in that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sass the Frass&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-9057337239807054022?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/9057337239807054022/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=9057337239807054022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/9057337239807054022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/9057337239807054022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2011/02/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5176/5426101435_578e141bfb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-6338479528733959373</id><published>2009-11-08T22:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:49:13.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sass the Spy'/><title type='text'>id wheee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SveshDO143I/AAAAAAAAAIU/-vcxYg8jXtQ/s1600-h/passport+crop.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 564px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SveshDO143I/AAAAAAAAAIU/-vcxYg8jXtQ/s400/passport+crop.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401975961857418098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I'm slowly (like backward molasses in January slowly) going through my jungle 'o stuff in my 'meditation' room and I come across these old passports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two from Germany and two from Canada and there is one each of my maiden name and my married name for both countries. I kinda felt a little like a spy there for a minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thank God, the neck pain finally took a hike. It took a whole lotta love, soul searching and acupuncture).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-6338479528733959373?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/6338479528733959373/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=6338479528733959373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/6338479528733959373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/6338479528733959373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2009/11/id-wheee.html' title='id wheee'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SveshDO143I/AAAAAAAAAIU/-vcxYg8jXtQ/s72-c/passport+crop.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-2380179839380126528</id><published>2009-07-09T20:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:31:25.021-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain pain go away'/><title type='text'>pains in the neck</title><content type='html'>... is what I have been experiencing, non-stop, for the past twelve days. Twelve very long days and nights, spent trying to find some kind of solution to&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; just make it go away&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I work in a Wholistic clinic, it is my extremely good fortune to work alongside very many talented practitioners... whom we are encouraged to trade services with so as to ourselves fully understand what it is we have on offer and be able to recommend our colleagues to our clients. And so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my attempts to dislodge the icepick to my right posterior side of my head have included everything from hot/cold hydrotherapy (screaming hot to freezing and back again in the shower, loads of fun), self lymph drainage, multiple massage &amp;amp; chiropractic visits, homeopathic and regular pain relievers, you name it, I've given it a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow marks the fourth visit to the Chiro and first one to the Physio, who so kindly helped out with my sciatic nerve during pregnancy and plantar fasciitis afterward. I have high high hopes, as I don't know how much longer I can deal here and I've already decided that the CT scan that my Doctor ordered for Monday won't show a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may just be all in my head... in which case the two Cranal Sacral sessions I have booked will come in very handy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta have all my bases covered here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-2380179839380126528?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/2380179839380126528/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=2380179839380126528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/2380179839380126528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/2380179839380126528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2009/07/pains-in-neck.html' title='pains in the neck'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-4387955301558841715</id><published>2009-01-27T16:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:58:49.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cali here we come</title><content type='html'>I'm getting a little giddy with the prospect of leaving this frozen-for-months-at-a-time country for warmer parts &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;in just 5 sleeps&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, me &amp;amp; the babe are headed to Palm Springs and then I'm taking a little solo side trip to San Diego from the 5th to the 8th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get to meet a couple of Goddesses who have up until now only really been known to me in this strange virtual world we call the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of hard to contain, this level of excitedness  I'm experiencing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUN SUN SUNNY SUN SUN HERE WE COOOOMMMMEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-4387955301558841715?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/4387955301558841715/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=4387955301558841715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/4387955301558841715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/4387955301558841715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2009/01/cali-here-we-come.html' title='Cali here we come'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-2710000789915417253</id><published>2008-10-09T16:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:19:33.268-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goddesses'/><title type='text'>Things are looking up</title><content type='html'>Someone asked me to teach a pole dancing class to a bunch of bachlorettes today on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Odd, since I don't teach pole dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, however, taken a class in pole dancing, put on by The Goddesses of Calgary, about 2 1/2 years ago. It was SO much fun... after the pole wouldn't fit in the party room, the instructor had no choice but to set up inside dear Goddess (and Hostess that evening) Firecracker's apartment.  Thank goodness the cage with the reptile was gone by that point! ~long story~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big turnout, as I remember, and almost twenty or so Goddesses old and new all joined in in the fun. Awkward and shy at the beginning, we each let go and trusted each other a little more after practicing the moves in turn. By the end I would say all inhibitions were gonzo and we were laughing our asses off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... So that's what has been missing, I finally surmised. Time with my lady friends.&lt;br /&gt;Or Goddesses, as we like to call one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm happily looking forward to the next two gatherings in the next few weeks... a clothing exchange and a make-over night. Whoppeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-2710000789915417253?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/2710000789915417253/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=2710000789915417253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/2710000789915417253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/2710000789915417253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-are-looking-up.html' title='Things are looking up'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-7997887969057749805</id><published>2008-08-15T17:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:34:36.463-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='state and whereabouts of my mind'/><title type='text'>where oh where has my sassy gone?</title><content type='html'>"Sassness" ... I seem to have lost you, temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was somewhere between the piles of unfiled paperwork in my (hah) meditation room... or did it fly out the window one night that I was up for a 3 O'clock feeding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that when I don't take the time to care for the Sass Monster with the proper love, attention and watering that it does tend to wilt a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor, neglected, Sassiness. How can I rectify this and bring you back into my life, where you belong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a few deep breaths. Step back and have a birds-eye view of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not gone for good, the Sassafrass. It is a more delicate creature than you'd think, taking a quick look. Under the strong, solid surface are quivering butterflies awaiting their release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh shhh now, reach out your hand oh so delicately. Here she is, coming in for a landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-7997887969057749805?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/7997887969057749805/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=7997887969057749805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7997887969057749805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7997887969057749805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-oh-where-has-my-sassy-gone.html' title='where oh where has my sassy gone?'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-1501196050810875466</id><published>2008-05-24T15:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:45:57.819-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>501st Post... 1st day of the rest of my life</title><content type='html'>Birthday Horoscope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 24, 2008 -- How do you turn dreams into realities? By believing in them with all your heart. Whatever it is you are passionate about that is what will come alive for you over the next 12 months. The line between wanting and getting has never been narrower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goddessmommies.ca ... watch that space! I do feel as if my dreams are coming alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that everyone should have a caramel filled chocolate dipped churros on their birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-1501196050810875466?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/1501196050810875466/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=1501196050810875466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/1501196050810875466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/1501196050810875466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2008/05/501st-post-1st-day-of-rest-of-my-life.html' title='501st Post... 1st day of the rest of my life'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-1175699368552407813</id><published>2008-05-20T02:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T02:53:27.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/2508274602/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2090/2508274602_fa324ff424_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/2508274602/"&gt;Date Night&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ssygrl/"&gt;ssygrl&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Already a week into our holiday and we are having so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;Last night Auntie Alain &amp; Uncle Chris babysat so we could go out for dinner. Mmmm fresh seafood down by the port. Life is gooooood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-1175699368552407813?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/1175699368552407813/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=1175699368552407813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/1175699368552407813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/1175699368552407813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2090/2508274602_fa324ff424_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-8856914647310735410</id><published>2008-05-12T23:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:43:19.572-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>No rain in Spain</title><content type='html'>And we're off... in less than 12 hours, we will be making our way to my sister-in-law's place in Barcelona. And no, I'm not completely packed yet. Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This promises to be a vacation like no other- four weeks in Spain and Portugal, with our 4 month old baby girl (who is just about to start teething) along for the ride. Wheeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-8856914647310735410?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/8856914647310735410/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=8856914647310735410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/8856914647310735410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/8856914647310735410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-rain-in-spain.html' title='No rain in Spain'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-1901132573363295306</id><published>2008-04-05T10:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T10:56:55.041-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby busy'/><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Has it already been almost 2 months since I last posted? Tsk tsk. So much for that whole having a baby solving my procrastination theory. We sure are keeping busy and having fun... yoga, playgroup, the gym. Life is quite different from the 9-5 of the past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to the East coast to visit my sister and her boys went really well, with the exception of me catching the youngest ones cold at the end. Oh well, I heard it's good for baby's immune system to be exposed to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My to-do list keeps growing... with the tax deadline looming it's time to get my paperwork in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I gotta run... Trinity is rolling over - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for the first time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-1901132573363295306?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/1901132573363295306/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=1901132573363295306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/1901132573363295306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/1901132573363295306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2008/04/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-4999154836273809343</id><published>2008-02-09T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T15:17:28.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby brain'/><title type='text'>Stolen Moments</title><content type='html'>I write this as I breastfeed my little girl... multitasking has taken on a whole new meaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot of things have taken on new meaning since I have become a mother. The whole world has a different shine to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sleep deprivation thing is going better than expected... Although I long for a good 7 or 8 hour stretch, I am doing okay on 3-3-1 (most nights).  We are getting  into a routine of sorts, and every week I get a little braver and more adventurous with our outings.  There's always the risk of "Will she wake up? Will she scream in the car the whole way? Where will I feed/change her?" but we're dealing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rejoined the Y this week but have yet to make it in for a workout. The one afternoon I thought the timing was just right I called and there was no room in the daycare. Boo. I am apprehensive about leaving her with a stranger, even for an hour, but am hoping that it might work out to be one of her longer naps and she will sleep the whole time. Like when we went out for dinner last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/R64l0pKqiaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gc5aljzu9ws/s1600-h/IMG_1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/R64l0pKqiaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gc5aljzu9ws/s400/IMG_1210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165107408974547362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I realize that this whole post has been about my baby. But she is just so adorable... can you blame me? Trying to keep the baby stuff on the &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://sassishavingababy.blogspot.com"&gt;baby blog&lt;/a&gt; but I think it's normal that the two will mesh now and again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-4999154836273809343?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/4999154836273809343/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=4999154836273809343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/4999154836273809343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/4999154836273809343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2008/02/stolen-moments.html' title='Stolen Moments'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/R64l0pKqiaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gc5aljzu9ws/s72-c/IMG_1210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-7061176262566359082</id><published>2008-01-07T01:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T02:08:03.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with my daughter'/><title type='text'>And on the 7th day, Mommy made pancakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/R4HmXdNY3_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_Tr1-PkW1T8/s1600-h/sling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/R4HmXdNY3_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_Tr1-PkW1T8/s400/sling.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152652739340722162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My daughter is one week old today. How surreal this whole thing feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, she is sleeping peacefully beside me on a blanket on the floor, all wrapped up in her swaddle thingie (my Mommy terminology is sorely lacking)- the very one in this photo, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's 2 in the morning, but we're on her schedule now and we both got a good 2 1/2 hours nap earlier this evening. It is truly amazing to me how my natural instincts have taken over since her birth. I trust deeply in myself and my ability to nurture her. I am extremely fortunate to have the support that I have so that I am able to focus on just this task  but find myself with pretty boundless energy at times, whipping though those 'to-do' lists with gusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange that pregnancy and motherhood would be what cures me of both my conditions- high blood pressure and procrastination! But it has, and I feel better than I ever have before in my life. I fall more deeply in love with her every day, my life has a completely new purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert happy contented sigh here*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-7061176262566359082?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/7061176262566359082/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=7061176262566359082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7061176262566359082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7061176262566359082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-on-7th-day-mommy-made-pancakes.html' title='And on the 7th day, Mommy made pancakes'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/R4HmXdNY3_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_Tr1-PkW1T8/s72-c/sling.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-3622817309461773701</id><published>2007-12-29T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T01:42:49.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s time'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow, Motherhood</title><content type='html'>Well, looks like it's time for this precious little being which has been growing inside of me for the past 9 or 10 months (who's even counting anymore when you're 12 days over your due date??) to come out and meet the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 'fighting for our right' not to be induced today at the hospital, various other attempts (acupuncture, acupressure, walking, sex, herbal remedies) to get labour going on our own have unfortunately not been fruitful. So it looks like we'll be heading back to the hospital tomorrow for an induction.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can't help but think that there is a mental connection here, as I really haven't completed all of my 'to-do' list yet, but you know what? We've done that, been there before. I am never going to get everything done, that is the reality of the situation and I may as well accept it instead of struggling against it. Among the many classes I have taken over the past couple of years, one of the most important things I learned was not to have a 'to-do' list but rather a 'to be'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am a strong, capable, decisive, loving, giving person and that is enough for me. So baby, it's time to come out and meet your Mommy. I'll do you proud, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-3622817309461773701?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/3622817309461773701/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=3622817309461773701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/3622817309461773701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/3622817309461773701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/12/tomorrow-motherhood.html' title='Tomorrow, Motherhood'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-1963426906470748115</id><published>2007-12-24T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T22:18:37.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting for Baby'/><title type='text'>'twas the night before Christmas...</title><content type='html'>... and we're still waiting for our little angel to make his/her appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exactly a week overdue today (that is, if my conception date was accurate) and we were at an Ultrasound today to find out how baby is doing. Everything is fine, so we're going to wait another couple of days and repeat it on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is simply unbelievable that I have been off work for 5 weeks already... My time has been taken up with swimming, yoga, Doctor and acupuncture appointments, the occasional massage. The time I've spent at home has been alternating between sleeping in and generally taking it easy to occasional bursts of nesting/sorting/organizing activity, which I wish there would have been more of to be truthful. I DID get all of thank you cards out for the wedding and baby shower (plus a few Christmas cards) and that I am proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very calm and relaxed the majority of the time, been listening to the 'Hypno Birthing' on my Nano almost daily, which has definitely helped contribute to this state of mind. It's everyone else it seems who are getting anxious for Baby to make its arrival, giving me all kinds of advice on how to get the labour started. Hey, if Baby is doing well and I'm feeling fine, I see no need to rush this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, there are still at least 6 things on my 'to do' list that I haven't crossed off... At this rate I won't be delivering till Valentines Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-1963426906470748115?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/1963426906470748115/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=1963426906470748115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/1963426906470748115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/1963426906470748115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/12/twas-night-before-christmas.html' title='&apos;twas the night before Christmas...'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-3436545830670779328</id><published>2007-11-16T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T11:25:34.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presents'/><title type='text'>Christmas came early</title><content type='html'>We have our company 'holiday' party tonight and returned from a meeting this morning at the local movie theater (the only place nearby that is big enough to hold all of us) to find that gifts had been placed on each of our desks... a t-shirt and book and a NANO!!! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job and I am so going to miss this place (I begin my maternity leave at 3 pm)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, right in the middle of the meeting, I received the best text message ever from my soul brother, Tony:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Love...Bliss...Spirit...Freedom...Play!!! Some words to live by... even just for today... I double dog dare You!!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today and every day, Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did he know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-3436545830670779328?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/3436545830670779328/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=3436545830670779328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/3436545830670779328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/3436545830670779328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-came-early.html' title='Christmas came early'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-5497070134990104001</id><published>2007-11-12T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T16:56:22.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finishing work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nesting'/><title type='text'>35 days</title><content type='html'>... is all that's left on the baby counter! Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last week of work (also unbelievable) and I'm starting to feel panicked that I won't get it all done. I may as well accept it now, I WON'T get it all done, and that's ok. Exhale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still busy in the non-work hours with relatives visiting from my Dad's side and baby preparations. The doula is coming by tonight to go through labour positions. etc with us and I have this nagging feeling that I should probably get my bag for the hospital packed... just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like a few weeks to get organized and 'nested', still LOTS left on the 'to do' list. LOTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-5497070134990104001?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/5497070134990104001/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=5497070134990104001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/5497070134990104001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/5497070134990104001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/11/35-days.html' title='35 days'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-6175028755552684150</id><published>2007-10-29T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T16:37:56.118-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding photographers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update on home'/><title type='text'>famousness</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.lulufoto.com/"&gt;photographers &lt;/a&gt;we used for our wedding are using one of our shots on their website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126890069683338146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/RyZfWt3z-6I/AAAAAAAAADA/eETAiWhziyk/s400/weddings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and here's a bit of an update that I started to write last week:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We've been living there almost 6 weeks now and I'd say we're about 60% unpacked.  The baby's room is painted a beautiful light blue (thanks to Dad and his trusty helper Ken) and all aired out, thanks to my honey's vigilant window opening (he hates the smell of paint, I don't mind it at all). The front room, eventually destined to become the 'formal' living room, is piled high with baby items that kind people have been donating to us. The 'formal' dining room is more like the cats play area, with their toys strewn (sp?) about. We've got two couches in the family room (or 'den') and a makeshift coffee table and I think we may even try out the fireplace sometime this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to my last 3 1/2 weeks (not that I'm counting) and it's just starting to sink in that I've got some major life changes coming up here. It's not going to be my job to help whiny, clueless, scatterbrained, demanding customers anymore (whoops, did that come out sounding a little bitter?) I'm going to have a whole new set of responsibilities, caring and nurturing a precious little being. I have decided that this is where my priorities must be, regardless of how unprepared my company might be (they haven't yet hired my replacements so the chance of actually getting to train them is pretty darn slim but again, NOT MY PROBLEM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Big preparations are in the works for my Dad's 65th. Most of the preparations he is doing himself mind you, but that's the way he rolls. He is the ultimate entertainer and with at least 11 relatives and friends at last count flying in for the event, it's sure to be a party that only I will remember all the details of (being the only sober one!!). Prost, Vatti!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-6175028755552684150?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/6175028755552684150/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=6175028755552684150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/6175028755552684150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/6175028755552684150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/10/famousness.html' title='famousness'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/RyZfWt3z-6I/AAAAAAAAADA/eETAiWhziyk/s72-c/weddings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-7632399612367172756</id><published>2007-09-26T15:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T16:00:58.005-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rev Carol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CPL'/><title type='text'>Hello from my Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.daysofpeace.org/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114634578304797458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/RvrVDOvJixI/AAAAAAAAACo/v4zcgR93Bmw/s320/culture_of_peace_box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just found out about this organization, and the fact that the Reverand at my church (and the very woman who married me &amp;amp; my husband) is guiding a global meditation &amp;amp; discussing world peace tonight on a Teleconference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the Shared Intention Agreement for this 30 Days of Peace program:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I AM Peace, Love, Wisdom and Compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I smile in gratitude toward the divinity in all life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just click on the image above if you'd like more information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love Abound!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-7632399612367172756?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/7632399612367172756/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=7632399612367172756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7632399612367172756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7632399612367172756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-from-my-heart.html' title='Hello from my Heart'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/RvrVDOvJixI/AAAAAAAAACo/v4zcgR93Bmw/s72-c/culture_of_peace_box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-2622265109244806085</id><published>2007-09-09T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:58:11.509-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newness'/><title type='text'>Autumn is upon us</title><content type='html'>Most of the leaves on the trees on my street have turned yellow. It's only 'my' street for another week, and then we'll be living on our new street, for what I think will be a very long time indeed. It's interesting to be actually setting down these roots, and feeling so good and so natural about it. At first the task of finding our dream home seemed like a daunting one, but things have flowed (as I knew deep down that they would) and after seeing about a dozen the decision was rather easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the Goddesses will gather in the mostly empty dwelling. I will burn some sweetgrass to clear the energy of the previous family and we will give a blessing for our new life beginning there. A lot of newness happening this year: marriage, homeownership and parenthood all thrust upon us in this breathtakingly exciting and short time. I have often been feeling the need to take a moment to take it all in, absorb the changes and roll with them. These are all things that we both desired, in our lives, with each other, and yet we had no idea it would all happen so quickly and all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rolling with it we are, as we watch my belly grow (99 days to go!) and it all becomes more real and tangible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house, our home. Us together, a family. I am so incredibly blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-2622265109244806085?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/2622265109244806085/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=2622265109244806085&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/2622265109244806085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/2622265109244806085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/09/autumn-is-upon-us.html' title='Autumn is upon us'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-218661336691392618</id><published>2007-08-26T21:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:33:06.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/1244719237/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1126/1244719237_e75b245fe6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/1244719237/"&gt;Peggy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ssygrl/"&gt;ssygrl&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have just finished uploading an old box full of photos of my Grandmother for a slide show I am putting together for her Memorial service, which is taking place this upcoming weekend in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an emotional as well as an educational process, to take a look at this woman's life in snapshots... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am proud of her beautiful and independent spirit and that I miss her very much. I am sad that she never got to meet the love of my life and our yet-to-be born baby, who would have called her Gigi as her other 11 Great-grandchildren did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the feeling she'll be smiling down at us as we put her to rest and celebrate her life on Saturday. Here's to you, Gram!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-218661336691392618?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/218661336691392618/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=218661336691392618&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/218661336691392618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/218661336691392618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/08/peggy.html' title='Peggy'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1126/1244719237_e75b245fe6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-5722806351539931289</id><published>2007-08-06T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:39:01.527-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new house'/><title type='text'>what *isn't* new, pussycat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In less than four months, I have gotten pregnant, engaged, married and have become a home owner. That's enough to send any girl's head into a spin, wouldn't you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been writing as much and some of the time I feel like I need to censor my thoughts, lest I blurt them out here only to have them come and bite me in the ass at a later date. Although this is semi-anonymous, I'm pretty sure that with a little effort I could be identified. Not that I'm trying to be all mysterious or anything, I'm just thinking that if I were completely 'underground', I might feel a little freer to express myself totally and completely. But I suppose that's what the old-fashioned hand written journaling is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it that is bouncing around in my head lately? Getting used to a new Mama-in-law, for one. Whose response yesterday when I shared with her the statistic about a pregnant woman's brain shrinking 3 to 5% was "is that why you've been acting so crazy lately?"... My honey was quick to reassure me later on that this was her way of teasing me, a joke not to be taken at all seriously. In my all too sensitive hormone laden state, I was not finding it very funny, but decided for the sake of peace to let it slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing my best to let a lot of things not bother me- I know it is in my best interest and in the best interest of the being growing inside of me to keep the stress level as low as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things keeping me preoccupied are the need to write and send out about 100 thank you cards...&lt;br /&gt;And scan in a big box of old photographs of my Grandmother for a slide show I am putting together for her memorial next month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm and maybe think about starting to pack, seeing as the move is coming up in about 5 weeks. Yeah, I've been a little preoccupied lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-5722806351539931289?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/5722806351539931289/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=5722806351539931289&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/5722806351539931289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/5722806351539931289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-isnt-new-pussycat.html' title='what *isn&apos;t* new, pussycat?'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-3596702705718293095</id><published>2007-07-26T13:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T13:36:27.843-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>'cause Shan did it too</title><content type='html'>1. What is the soundtrack for this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It changes with each entry&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. What's bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head aching&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. Do you close the door when you are sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to so the cats can get out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is in your wallet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothin'- just spent it on lunch for me &amp; Cari&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. Wallpaper on your computer's desktop?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;a beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.veer.com"&gt;Veer &lt;/a&gt; image of a path in a forest with the sun shining through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Background on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The cake my Dad's ex gf made us for the Rehearsal dinner with the words "And they lived happily ever after..." in blue icing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Next time you will kiss someone?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;as soon as I get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the question (I sound like my mother) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Eyes: Blue&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. Life: ideal&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. House: buying one soon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding a house to buy &amp; attending a wedding shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Wearing?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning and thought "black", so it's my black maternity shirt and a red &amp; black top that still fits over my belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person to send you a text message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my honey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could have one thing right now what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the afternoon off for a looooong nap&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. Listening to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing right now, but I recently uploaded a CD we picked up on our honeymoon in Hawaii "Acoustic Soul - John Cruz"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever kissed anyone named Patty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I recall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you smell like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred Sung "Paradise" and the rapidly disappearing candy necklace my colleague LB gave me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19. Eating?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Candy off the candy necklace (duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. On your bed, what is your favorite thing?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Besides my man? My body pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you believe in a soul mate?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes, several. And they always have a lot to teach you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sports bra, most nights (poor pregnant boobies)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23. Do you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, yes. Last nigth I was trying to balance on a cliff over the sea&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24. Do you burn easily in the sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, yes- apparently your skin is more sensitive when you're pregnant (what part isn't??)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever been gambling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a couple of times, I usually take $20 and when it's gone, it's gone&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26. What's something you wish you could understand better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why humankind can't get along better&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;27. What did you do last weekend?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Went to open houses &amp; two birthday parties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who do you miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PEI Kimmy, my sister &amp; nephews who just moved to Nova Scotia&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29. Who is the last girl you hugged?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cari at lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Orange or apple juice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both. Craving the juice.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;31. Who was the last person you went somewhere with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My *ahem* husband on our honeymoon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What was the last text message?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Am downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you kissed anyone on your friendslist dailes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you ate a home grown tomato?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend at the in-laws in a zuchini cheese dish. YUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;36. What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;37. Who's house did you go to last night?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom during her cancer operation/recovery in January &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you like someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my husband. A whole lot.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What do you wear more, slacks, jeans, or sweatpants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none of the above. Am preferring skirts/dresses these days. PJ bottoms at home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What is the last movie you watched? With who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the theatre it was "Surf's Up" with my two nephews&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water, juice, more water&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What are you excited about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything! Buying a house, having a baby, being married to the man of my dreams! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you want someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, got him. Hook, line &amp; sinker&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Who was last to slap your butt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably my sister&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Where was the last place you went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define "went"... the gym last night count? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What's on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to make the three remaining hours of the afternoon pass&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Have you cried recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding? I'm pregnant. I cry at the drop of a hat&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. When you think of your crush, who is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Is taking a shower a daily habit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes twice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-3596702705718293095?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/3596702705718293095/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=3596702705718293095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/3596702705718293095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/3596702705718293095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/07/cause-shan-did-it-too.html' title='&apos;cause &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thenbymusic.com/&quot;&gt;Shan &lt;/a&gt;did it too'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-7929685840709192855</id><published>2007-07-08T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:53:08.185-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Married'/><title type='text'>That's Mrs. to you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/RpGvsjxMxYI/AAAAAAAAABo/yG_4AFSZNzI/s1600-h/trampoline.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/RpGvsjxMxYI/AAAAAAAAABo/yG_4AFSZNzI/s320/trampoline.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085038634328704386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-7929685840709192855?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/7929685840709192855/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=7929685840709192855&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7929685840709192855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7929685840709192855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/07/thats-mrs-to-you.html' title='That&apos;s Mrs. to you!!'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/RpGvsjxMxYI/AAAAAAAAABo/yG_4AFSZNzI/s72-c/trampoline.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-1063218720025453208</id><published>2007-06-29T13:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:31:41.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Away from here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/RoVkWzxMxXI/AAAAAAAAABg/KXowFE3rHCI/s1600-h/hilton+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/RoVkWzxMxXI/AAAAAAAAABg/KXowFE3rHCI/s320/hilton+pool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081578097573938546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that empty chair, second from the left? In my mind, I'm there already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from the endless 'discussion' on how to address my new in-laws with the most respect (nevermind my comfort level)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from the burst blood vessels on my eyelids from throwing up so violently (whoever said 'morning' sickness ends after the third month was DEAD wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from the demands of needy customers and breakdowns of family members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-1063218720025453208?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/1063218720025453208/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=1063218720025453208&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/1063218720025453208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/1063218720025453208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/06/away-from-here.html' title='Away from here'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/RoVkWzxMxXI/AAAAAAAAABg/KXowFE3rHCI/s72-c/hilton+pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-9048569619250451348</id><published>2007-06-24T23:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:16:51.658-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy mommy'/><title type='text'>MAMA MIA!</title><content type='html'>I don't think it's possible to fit much more into a weekend than I just did... From sneaking out of work early to run 4 or 5 wedding errands, celebrating my sister's beau's b-day, having a dress fitting, learning how to belly dance, helping a friend pick out a dress to wear to my wedding (and hitting the maternity store for a few goodies for me) and then attending a musical... whew! It's no wonder I'm wiped completely out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 13 days till the wedding, I'm getting into "get 'er done" mode... have my list and am checking stuff off as fast as I'm adding to it at the moment. B remarked to me while dropping me off tonight after Mama Mia (I will have ABBA songs stuck in my head the rest of the week!!) that I'm the calmest bride she's ever seen. "Well, I'm marrying the man of my dreams, what's there to sweat about?" came my reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty rest, that's another thing completely. Goodnight, sweetie-pies :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-9048569619250451348?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/9048569619250451348/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=9048569619250451348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/9048569619250451348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/9048569619250451348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/06/mama-mia.html' title='MAMA MIA!'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-2942441348106658296</id><published>2007-06-15T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T16:09:11.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Mystique</title><content type='html'>Your results:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;You are &lt;FONT SIZE=6&gt;Mystique&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Mystique&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=52&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 52%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Catwoman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=48&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 48%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Poison Ivy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=48&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 48%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;The Joker&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=47&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 47%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Apocalypse&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=46&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 46%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Dark Phoenix&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=45&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 45%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Lex Luthor&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=40&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 40%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Juggernaut&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=40&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 40%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Venom&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=39&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 39%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Magneto&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=39&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 39%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Kingpin&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=38&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 38%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Dr. Doom&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=35&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 35%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Green Goblin&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=32&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 32%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Two-Face&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=28&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 28%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Riddler&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=22&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 22%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Mr. Freeze&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=18&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 18%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD WIDTH="250"&gt;Sometimes motherly, sometimes a beautiful companion, but most of the time a deceiving vixen.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain/pics/mystique.jpg"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the Supervillain Personality Quiz&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-2942441348106658296?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/2942441348106658296/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=2942441348106658296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/2942441348106658296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/2942441348106658296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-mystique.html' title='I am Mystique'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-7926663740453067573</id><published>2007-06-13T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:47:29.435-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>movin' on</title><content type='html'>I just deleted my house sitting blog. Now it's just me and &lt;a href="http://sassishavingababy.blogspot.com"&gt;Baby Sass&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing you can count on in this life, it's change. And change is a good thing. Especially when it means not having to pack up all your stuff and move around every couple of weeks, looking after other people's stuff, in an attempt to avoid horrible roommates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got stuff of my own to look after now, and a wonderful home to come home to.&lt;br /&gt;We're looking at buying a house this year and &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; putting down roots. As much as I have become accustomed to (and embraced the idea of) moving around my whole life, this comes as a most welcome change. A place to call our own and to bring up baby. I like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-7926663740453067573?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/7926663740453067573/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=7926663740453067573&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7926663740453067573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7926663740453067573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/06/movin-on.html' title='movin&apos; on'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-2628507398340458795</id><published>2007-06-03T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:45:46.779-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding wedding baby baby'/><title type='text'>Junes so soon</title><content type='html'>Oh my. The days (not so much the nights) are flying by lately. 34 days till I do!! The invites are out, the rsvps rolling in, the 'to do' list ever shrinking. It's a nice feeling to have pretty much everything under control, and that we're going to be able to pull this off just the way we want it. For about half of what the average Canadian wedding costs these days. It's still a huge chunk of cash, but it's not going to put us in major debt. For long. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my ever expanding belly is keeping me pretty occupied. Oh, and the boobs too- had to go out and get a larger bra (and it's just the beginning!!) but what a relief for the girls. Also picked up a nice second hand rocker- if I can only keep the cats/cat hair off it it'll be a nice addition to the nursery. When we're ready to set it up, that is. It'll mean losing my meditation/study room but that's ok- I'm working on a perma-state of Zen-ness so I can carry it around with me. The Buddha might get a little heavy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-2628507398340458795?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/2628507398340458795/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=2628507398340458795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/2628507398340458795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/2628507398340458795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/06/junes-so-soon.html' title='Junes so soon'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-1555036008974729997</id><published>2007-05-28T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:13:31.434-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life love good things to come'/><title type='text'>bursting at the seams</title><content type='html'>I am in love with life lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this past weekend, the running around doing errands for the wedding, finally finding the motivation to clean the house at 8 pm while my love worked on beautifying the yard. Sitting on the floor working on the invites with one of my closest friends, A and my future mother-in-law (who granted me permission to call her 'Mama' as her son does). Receiving two Super Soakers as a gift from my sister, and promptly lending them to my three precious nephews to go break in in the back yard, clad in kitchen garbage bags and huge grins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the day off today to lounge in bed, watching pointless tv and eating my favourite cereal, a lovely surprise visit my future husband over lunch and a leisurely afternoon spread before me to run yet more wedding errands, discover my brother on Facebook and plan the next Goddess gathering (belly dancing)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm just about as happy as happy can be, I see the light at the end of the morning sickness tunnel and I greet each coming day with cheerful expectation. Life is so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-1555036008974729997?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/1555036008974729997/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=1555036008974729997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/1555036008974729997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/1555036008974729997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/05/bursting-at-seams.html' title='bursting at the seams'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-8587835583466377206</id><published>2007-05-21T16:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T16:30:57.137-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>In other news, it's snowing</title><content type='html'>Seriously. Woke up to snow this morning. Already grumbling cause I had to go into work while the rest of the country slept (we observe Queen Victoria's Birthday here for some reason) it was quite a shock to the system to see the flurries outside the window. It's mostly gone now, although there could be some left up on top of the hill where we live. Hmmm. Mother Nature sure is out of whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not the only Momma feeling out of sorts. I am *almost* done with the first trimester, but my bouts of nausea have not let up. Kind of a bother while I'm trying to be the super multi-taking organizing queen that I usually am (work being crazy busy AND wedding planning non stop). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting some stuff done, including a wedding website... (leave a comment if you want the link!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days till my b-day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-8587835583466377206?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/8587835583466377206/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=8587835583466377206&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/8587835583466377206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/8587835583466377206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-other-news-its-snowing.html' title='In other news, it&apos;s snowing'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-6655116596790932793</id><published>2007-05-11T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:34:23.278-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise flowers mother&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>I am marrying the sweetest man in the world</title><content type='html'>These arrived today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/RkTE-Bw9N9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ct9Z5yRtkRY/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/RkTE-Bw9N9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ct9Z5yRtkRY/s320/flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063388450975987666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The card reads "Sass, to the Mum to be! Love, your Husband to be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-6655116596790932793?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/6655116596790932793/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=6655116596790932793&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/6655116596790932793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/6655116596790932793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-marrying-sweetest-man-in-world.html' title='I am marrying the sweetest man in the world'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/RkTE-Bw9N9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ct9Z5yRtkRY/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-2757014960284751489</id><published>2007-05-10T08:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T08:45:54.963-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the big blue tent'/><title type='text'>On getting dressed</title><content type='html'>me: "Does this look like a tent?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love: "Would you like to wear something else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "You didn't answer the question"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-2757014960284751489?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/2757014960284751489/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=2757014960284751489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/2757014960284751489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/2757014960284751489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-getting-dressed.html' title='On getting dressed'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-3560276523158388026</id><published>2007-05-07T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T11:41:28.243-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy complaints'/><title type='text'>Bloated and it's getting worse</title><content type='html'>Wow. 8 weeks today and I seriously can't get my skirt done up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a different skirt on this morning that I *thought* was going to do the trick and the moment I sat down in the car to leave for work the zipper popped. Argh! Now here I am with my blouse pulled down over the top of my jeanskirt to try and hide the fact that it's undone. Sigh.  Guess it's time to go maternity clothes shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was a wonderful but exhausting blur of home spa-ing, running around making wedding plans and attending family dinners. I wish I could find the energy at the end of the day for all the laundry, cleaning and general tidying that the house deserately needs but mostly I just can't get back up once I hit that couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a sign to wear around my neck: Quiet, Please! Baby under construction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping that the rumours of having more get up and go in the 2nd trimester are true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-3560276523158388026?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/3560276523158388026/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=3560276523158388026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/3560276523158388026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/3560276523158388026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/05/bloated-and-its-getting-worse.html' title='Bloated and it&apos;s getting worse'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-5827436889092540661</id><published>2007-05-02T08:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T09:04:54.670-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bump'/><title type='text'>back to me</title><content type='html'>Ahhh. I feel 'relatively' normal today, after a week of constant nausea. Just allowed myself the small treat of a cuppa joe with some hot chocolate mixed in. Mmm. It's really the little things, these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am usually all for the mind over matter theory concerning most things, this particular 'thing' has taken over my whole being. The more I read about the changes that are happening (and the ones still to come) the more fascinated (and somewhat unprepared) I feel. But I trust my body completely to do what it needs to do, my major responsibility now being to fuel it and give it enough rest and relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started my pre-natal yoga class last night, in a room full of hugely expanding bellies. I felt like a bit of an impostor as I probably won't even begin to start showing until 2-3 months from now (hopefully *after* our big day). But it was fun to look around and see all of these glowing women in different stages, there was a wonderful ~excuse the pun~ expectant energy in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel wonderfully expectant of what is to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-5827436889092540661?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/5827436889092540661/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=5827436889092540661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/5827436889092540661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/5827436889092540661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-to-me.html' title='back to me'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-158679719487056913</id><published>2007-04-26T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:09:38.228-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothing swap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goddesses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><title type='text'>A wink and a smile</title><content type='html'>It's kind of strange to have our news 'half' out there. My Love's parents spend their winters down south in their motorhome, so we haven't yet had the opportunity to share their Grandparents-to-be status with them. I was greeted with the question "Sunday Lunch or Dinner?" upon my return home this evening as he propped the garage door open with one foot. "Dinner" I replied and gathered my various bags together which were strewn all over the front seat of the car. Ginger everything-I-could-find at the health food store- snaps, jam, ale. Plus my extra vitamins and oh so fashionable anti-nausea wristbands in dark grey. Also in tow, a bag full of clothing for the exchange on Saturday, a donation from a coworker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, another gathering of the Goddesses, and not a moment too soon. Need to send out an addendum to the invite "maternity clothes welcome". How my mom gigggled as she realized how futile it had been to mend my clothes, seeing as they won't be fitting me in a couple of months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progress on the Wedding front: a font and a willing (and so able) invitation designer at my disposal, a colour scheme chosen (periwinkle &amp; navy blue), and phone calls put in to the caterer &amp; photographer. We'll pull this all together, with style and grace. And a little life hiding under the empire waist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-158679719487056913?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/158679719487056913/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=158679719487056913&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/158679719487056913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/158679719487056913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/04/wink-and-smile.html' title='A wink and a smile'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-7416224430496862905</id><published>2007-04-25T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:14:49.461-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>announcement announcement annOUNCEment!!</title><content type='html'>This is just too much good news for me to contain any longer. I have to share it with you, IIFs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sass is going to be a &lt;strong&gt;Mama&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting married too... SOON! 07/07/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in following the progress of the pregnancy, I have created a new blog for my baby &lt;a href="http://sassishavingababy.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure joy bliss and happiness all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to find a dress...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-7416224430496862905?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/7416224430496862905/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=7416224430496862905&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7416224430496862905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7416224430496862905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/04/announcement-announcement-announcement.html' title='announcement announcement annOUNCEment!!'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-7083094549689239223</id><published>2007-04-16T16:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:36:36.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in the mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mood Ring is Dark Red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/moodringgenerator/dark-red.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Very happy&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Passion&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/moodringgenerator/"&gt;Mood Ring Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-7083094549689239223?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/7083094549689239223/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=7083094549689239223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7083094549689239223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7083094549689239223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-in-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in the mood'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-6695608712941329829</id><published>2007-04-16T14:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:59:53.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Level 2</title><content type='html'>I don't know what my problem with Monday is. Or maybe it's Monday that has a problem with me.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, tomorrow is my Friday as I am in a course for the remainder of the week.&lt;br /&gt;Divine timing is what I call that.&lt;br /&gt;It is part 2 of a course I started &lt;a href="http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/05/conscious.html "&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major descriptor I have heard again and again from past participants has been "intense".&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I feel ready for it, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not hear from me for while.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just be over here, processing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-6695608712941329829?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/6695608712941329829/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=6695608712941329829&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/6695608712941329829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/6695608712941329829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/04/peanut-butter-level-2.html' title='Peanut Butter Level 2'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-318007660903496227</id><published>2007-04-13T16:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T16:07:32.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Streamofconsciousnesscurious</title><content type='html'>I wonder how many calories I burned on my two hour (uphill) walk home yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why my nose bled twice today?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we'll be able to figure out the new Mac we're getting next week (having always been PC people)&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many Goddesses are going to sign up for the spa party night?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much of a refund I'm going to get on my taxes?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how my course is going to go next week and how much work I'll have to catch up on the week after?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why my period is three days late?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll pass the motorcycle test this time?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what size of pants I'll be able to get into by track day?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll be proposed to anytime soon?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I care so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Now that's some food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;Guten Appetit my sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-318007660903496227?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/318007660903496227/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=318007660903496227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/318007660903496227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/318007660903496227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/04/streamofconsciousnesscurious.html' title='Streamofconsciousnesscurious'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-6689882263884573702</id><published>2007-04-11T15:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T15:59:53.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/453461603/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/250/453461603_4ecf67173b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/453461603/"&gt;Shades Take 2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ssygrl/"&gt;ssygrl&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your wish is my command, Sassy one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-6689882263884573702?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/6689882263884573702/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=6689882263884573702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/6689882263884573702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/6689882263884573702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/04/shady.html' title='Shady'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/250/453461603_4ecf67173b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-3567562703629846419</id><published>2007-04-09T23:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T23:08:11.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Banff Riverside Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/453461801/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/453461801_2cb1707723_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/453461801/"&gt;Banff Riverside Sunshine&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ssygrl/"&gt;ssygrl&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's funny, you can't put a 'favourite' designation on your own photos in Flickr. I love this shot, and I loved this day, beginning to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite the adventure was had, with icy/slushy Canyons hiked, furry friends made and blossoming love ever growing, sprouting its green head through the quickly melting snowbanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, love. And spring. And brand new sunglasses with which to peer out at the bright bright world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-3567562703629846419?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/3567562703629846419/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=3567562703629846419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/3567562703629846419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/3567562703629846419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/04/banff-riverside-sunshine.html' title='Banff Riverside Sunshine'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/453461801_2cb1707723_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-728133707211746480</id><published>2007-04-05T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T16:12:17.151-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updating blogroll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IFFs'/><title type='text'>Spring Clean</title><content type='html'>I have found myself glued to the computer tonight, as my poor love sleeps off the whiff he got of my bad influence earlier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making good use of my time, browsing the addictiveness that is &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploading a ton of cute pics of my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/sets/72157600050547327/"&gt;Nephews&lt;/a&gt; while going through my "linked by blog" folder when I decided that I'm loooong overdue for a little spring cleaning around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm too lazy (and sleepy) at this point to actually *add* these links to my sidebar just yet, but here is my update so far for your reading pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Over at &lt;a href="http://www.tuckova.com/"&gt;Tucova's &lt;/a&gt;, an American woman living in the Czech Republic captivates me with her writing style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I really need to finally fix &lt;a href="http://daringtobe.com/"&gt;Brea &lt;/a&gt;#1's link: &lt;a href="http://daringtobe.com/"&gt;http://daringtobe.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I find a *New* Brea to add, may I introduce &lt;a href="http://headsturn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brea (#2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I plan to de-lurk on one I always read from B#1's links: &lt;a href="http://desperatesarah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Desperate Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I remember to finally add one of the other &lt;a href="http://lisastirades.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sassy &lt;/a&gt;Girls out there I have been lucky enough to stumble upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have to add an old fave, &lt;a href="http://dickandchick.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dick &amp;amp; Chick &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. and a legend, for good measure &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com"&gt;www.dooce.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. and one I believe will *become* a legend, &lt;a href="http://www.zenproof.com/"&gt;Stella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you ALL for inspiring me so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-728133707211746480?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/728133707211746480/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=728133707211746480&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/728133707211746480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/728133707211746480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-clean.html' title='Spring Clean'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-7284027975208378706</id><published>2007-04-05T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T16:08:08.174-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>from Inspiration Peak to you</title><content type='html'>"There is a wonderful mythical law of nature that the three things we crave most in life - happiness, freedom and peace of mind - are always attained by giving them to someone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton Conway March, 1864-1955&lt;br /&gt;American Soldier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W E  A R E  L O V E  M A C H I N E S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-7284027975208378706?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/7284027975208378706/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=7284027975208378706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7284027975208378706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7284027975208378706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/04/from-inspiration-peak-to-you.html' title='from Inspiration Peak to you'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-6956250817618560642</id><published>2007-04-03T12:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:01:34.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts on Love</title><content type='html'>In response to an e-mail from a girlfriend yesterday, describing her anxieties about meeting up with and hopefully re-igniting an old flame "&lt;em&gt;Love is super scary, hey?  Yikes&lt;/em&gt;.":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe it is a choice you make, like anything in life. You can approach the situation with Love or Fear. My advice would be to let go of any expectation. Just let things happen &amp; unfold the way that the Universe wants them to. Think only positive, happy, joyful thoughts about your reunion and progression of your relationship with him. Love shouldn't have to be scary, or difficult. Your attitude towards it will greatly influence the outcome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I sound like a fortune cookie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-6956250817618560642?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/6956250817618560642/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=6956250817618560642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/6956250817618560642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/6956250817618560642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-thoughts-on-love.html' title='my thoughts on Love'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-7160931666740430377</id><published>2007-03-30T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T16:30:16.544-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>Has anyone seen Robin?</title><content type='html'>I have barely lifted my nose from this grindstone in the past two weeks, I am surprised there is anything left of my poor sensitive schnautz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been pretty much non stop here, which is exciting at the same time as exhausting- I'd like to incorporate more of a balance (and more trips to the gym) to save my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is slowly showing signs of arrival, and not a moment too soon! I have motorcycles motorcycles motorcycles on my brain (when it's not full of work stuff) and I can't wait to wrap my legs around my SuZuZuki for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to look forward to- the first anniversary of our very first date, a baby shower, a stagette/rafting extravaganza weekend, there is a lot of celebration in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to take some time and smell the flowers. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-7160931666740430377?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/7160931666740430377/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=7160931666740430377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7160931666740430377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7160931666740430377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/03/has-anyone-seen-robin.html' title='Has anyone seen Robin?'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-1722241541068611484</id><published>2007-03-22T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T10:05:16.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Websites are pretty</title><content type='html'>So THIS is what the world according to Sass looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/RgKo6gNMqJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jtwtycO-y38/s1600-h/ShowLetter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044780255639546002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/RgKo6gNMqJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jtwtycO-y38/s320/ShowLetter.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make your own masterpiece &lt;a href="http://www.aharef.info/static/htmlgraph/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-1722241541068611484?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/1722241541068611484/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=1722241541068611484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/1722241541068611484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/1722241541068611484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/03/websites-are-pretty.html' title='Websites are pretty'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/RgKo6gNMqJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jtwtycO-y38/s72-c/ShowLetter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-2003573018678955728</id><published>2007-03-19T08:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T08:58:14.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet sweet sweet home</title><content type='html'>To be reunited with my love, my bed, my pillow, my butterfly ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so very happy to be back to this place that makes so much sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sorting out the multitude of thoughts &amp;amp; experiences from the past 5 days but have been thrown back into work today full force... when my head stops spinning I'll get around to a summary (and some pics).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-2003573018678955728?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/2003573018678955728/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=2003573018678955728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/2003573018678955728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/2003573018678955728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/03/sweet-sweet-sweet-home.html' title='sweet sweet sweet home'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-6990448674393205502</id><published>2007-03-15T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T17:22:39.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Center of the Universe</title><content type='html'>It's quite indescribable, this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, even if I had a thousand words, it just wouldn't quite cover it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more a place you have to discover on your own. On foot. By Taxi. With the subway. Get right in and mix with the people. Once you get with the flow (which took me about a day), you flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out exploring last night, I stumbled across a team shooting a scene for the Sopranos in Little Italy. I quickly occupied the table on the street and watched the action close up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-6990448674393205502?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/6990448674393205502/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=6990448674393205502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/6990448674393205502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/6990448674393205502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/03/center-of-universe.html' title='The Center of the Universe'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-1064784239700119588</id><published>2007-03-14T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T16:06:37.617-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><title type='text'>from en route yesterday...</title><content type='html'>I’m partway through the first leg of my first business trip ever, the connecting flight has been delayed by about 45 minutes and this double vodka soda with a splash of cranberry is going down a little *too* easy. I was up, as I expected to be, till a little after midnight last night as I made my last minute piles here and there. Carry-on stuff on the kitchen table (with frequent ‘helpful’ reminders from my Love ‘Got your passport? Your ticket??’), clothes etc piled up on the creamy couch in my meditation room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which hasn’t exactly been used for its intended purpose in awhile now, has it? Well, besides the 5 or 10 minutes Saturday morning, before I set out on my hair colour changing new wardrobe buying day. Yes, the mane is now somewhere between a deep red and ‘toffee’ brown, taking a little detour on its way back to my natural dirty blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was definitely in my giddy-excitedness phase last night, as I giggled my way around the house preparing for the week ahead. I have not gotten all that far in my preparedness, to be truthful, although I did manage to read through all 10 of the short descriptions of the different neighbourhoods of the City and have mentally short-listed the attractions I most want to see. There is some extra sight-seeing time to be had, and I intend to squeeze every drop of it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the actual shows, that will have to be left up to whatever catches my eye at the half price ticket place. I’m pretty open to whatever is playing- just the act of getting to go and see a show has my adrenalin pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I prepared for the bustling busy-ness, the noise, the crowds, the EVERYTHING? The answer? Absolutely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-1064784239700119588?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/1064784239700119588/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=1064784239700119588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/1064784239700119588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/1064784239700119588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/03/from-en-route-yesterday.html' title='from en route yesterday...'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-6296406031288416823</id><published>2007-03-11T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:40:26.064-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>calm after the storm</title><content type='html'>... has been reached. Laundry sorted, house clean, walk taken, chili cooked and eaten. The Mama's back at her abode, settling in and setting up visits with friends. It's a good sign. I'm feeling quite settled myself, all systems go once I print my ticket, pack my bag and call the cab for the airport. I LOVE trips, just love them. Being away from my love until Sunday night (the day which marks 11 months of our blissed-out togetherness) will be challenging. But I am fully confident that the sweet reunion at the end will be well worth the time apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting three whole years for this chance. To be a professional and go show them what I'm made of. I have the feeling I'm gonna absolutely dazzle them. And then some. Cause that, my friends, is how I roll. Hee. NY here I come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-6296406031288416823?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/6296406031288416823/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=6296406031288416823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/6296406031288416823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/6296406031288416823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/03/calm-after-storm.html' title='calm after the storm'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-4328409535023696892</id><published>2007-03-09T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T18:18:03.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blowing up'/><title type='text'>THIS is Friday?</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid to check my blood pressure cause I'm SURE it's off the charts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with the chattering of the old biddies in the ladies only section of the gym. I don't know WHY exactly (I'm usually quite a tolerant person) but their endless nattering completely got on my nerves at 7 am. Then, the kitties, who got a tiny taste of the great outdoors yesterday when the door blew open while the Mama and I were on our daily jaunt around the block HAVE NOT STOPPED meowing since. My network connection with work is not happening, I already added bailey's to my coffee and that didn't help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's later now, much later and I have somewhat regained my composure. Not without words being said in a *tone* that I wish I could take back. What was that about nerve cells being the only ones in the body that don't regenerate? What IS it about being around our parents (and PMSing in the WORST way) that regresses our behaviour by 15 years???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish. The answer is fish. Preferably raw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-4328409535023696892?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/4328409535023696892/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=4328409535023696892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/4328409535023696892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/4328409535023696892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-friday.html' title='THIS is Friday?'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-2983097672239429549</id><published>2007-03-06T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T15:07:17.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home office'/><title type='text'>signs of life</title><content type='html'>The days are marching on (pun? intended), the healing progressing, as is my ability to function in my home office atmosphere. It's still a little strange to roll out of bed and log on 5 minutes later (in fact, I'm STILL in my snowman pyjama pants).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't till halfway through the morning that I realized that today is my best friend's birthday. Thank goodness for e-cards because I have shamefully 'misplaced' the area of my brain which has stored her phone number for the past 10 or 15 years. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I even mentioned that I'm going to NY next week? Like, a week from today I will be on a plane!! Wow. Probably cause it hasn't fully sunk in for me yet. Anyway, my company will be putting me up for four nights but I'm on my own for the fifth. Anyone have any *inexpensive* suggestions for where to lay my weary head? I'm attending an event at the &lt;a href="http://aiany.org/centerforarchitecture/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;NYC Center for Architecture&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;that day, so somewhere relatively close would be good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-2983097672239429549?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/2983097672239429549/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=2983097672239429549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/2983097672239429549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/2983097672239429549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/03/signs-of-life.html' title='signs of life'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-3497514045260113451</id><published>2007-03-02T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T16:47:37.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here</title><content type='html'>But I feel kinda weird. Disjointed, I think, is the best way to describe it. Other than the fact that it's almost 5pm and I'm sitting here in my dressing gown... Started the 'working from home' experiment today and I must say it has gone pretty well. Juggling the customer phone calls with the ones from friends and family for the Mama, administering pain medication and answering the door for the flower delivery. Negotiating sales between keeping the fireplace going and serving soup, juice and toast. Whew! No wonder this multitasking Goddess hasn't changed out of her pj's yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll call it a day soon. More of this fun next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-3497514045260113451?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/3497514045260113451/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=3497514045260113451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/3497514045260113451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/3497514045260113451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m here'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-4281046947877091287</id><published>2007-02-28T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T09:27:30.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/ReWtPcHgT_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/FwNkz3iZ57Y/s1600-h/mandala1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036622239041081330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/ReWtPcHgT_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/FwNkz3iZ57Y/s320/mandala1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prints available for order &lt;a href="http://www.artprintsforyoursoul.com/deal/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/8389858-4281046947877091287?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/4281046947877091287/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=4281046947877091287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/4281046947877091287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/4281046947877091287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/02/truth.html' title='the truth'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/ReWtPcHgT_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/FwNkz3iZ57Y/s72-c/mandala1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-4052396133772289860</id><published>2007-02-28T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T08:31:52.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Mama'/><title type='text'>I'm a pearl on a leaf</title><content type='html'>It's been a blur of hospital walls and the slick road home for the past week. The Mama's surgery is done, and she is taking the first baby steps towards recovery. Seeing as she may be released today, I have stayed home this morning to prepare for her arrival. It is my mission (and I have chosen to accept it) to house and care for her for the next little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest challenge, I suspect, will be to keep her occupied and prevent her from doing any activity that is going to strain her. That's a tall order for a woman who is bored sitting still for any amount of time. I bought the biggest crossword puzzle book I could find and have recorded a bunch of shows for her to watch... but I have the feeling they'll both get old really quick. Ideas, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-4052396133772289860?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/4052396133772289860/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=4052396133772289860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/4052396133772289860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/4052396133772289860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-pearl-on-leaf.html' title='I&apos;m a pearl on a leaf'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-738009865740423947</id><published>2007-02-19T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T13:28:31.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'>unmentionable mentionables</title><content type='html'>I'm struggling, iifs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling with telling you stuff, opening up, letting out my innermost thoughts and secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm afraid will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what do you care if I tell you I took a two hour lunch break and had two raspberry stolis and sodas with a girlfriend whose life has been recently turned upside down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you going to tell if I let it slip that my good friend the treat provider finally returned my call after a month and a half to let me know he has left the province, but was so kind as to leave the number for a replacement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the gift I gave my love to celebrate our 10 months of blessed togetherness was actually recycled from my Christmas stocking of two years ago? (Plus a genuine list of top 10 things I love about him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the 19 dollars left in my bank account before I went and withdrew another 50 to pay for our alchohol-laden lunch are all I had left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Exhale*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel curiously better now. Thank you, that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-738009865740423947?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/738009865740423947/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=738009865740423947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/738009865740423947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/738009865740423947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/02/unmentionable-mentionables.html' title='unmentionable mentionables'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-3352771138319886276</id><published>2007-02-15T07:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T07:38:37.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/359959052/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/359959052_d60a247443_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/359959052/"&gt;Abby Sass&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ssygrl/"&gt;ssygrl&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom's border collie, Abby is getting older. She still plays around with her little 'sister', Phyllis (a toy poodle) occasionally though. She gives good hugs, too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-3352771138319886276?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/3352771138319886276/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=3352771138319886276&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/3352771138319886276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/3352771138319886276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/02/hnt-puppy-love.html' title='HNT Puppy Love'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/359959052_d60a247443_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-4162138812018434229</id><published>2007-02-14T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T16:46:33.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day</title><content type='html'>Might be the best ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some anonymous Valentines from office mates today, my fav:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sweet &amp; Sassy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Fun &amp;amp; Nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy &amp; Caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Warm &amp;amp; Slightly crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah, I'd say that pretty much describes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and these (cause I'm spoiled rotten):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031539634805951586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/RdOeo73oTGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ux34qri1lro/s320/roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby, YOU'RE the best thing that has ever happened to ME, and I fall more in love with YOU each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end gush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Love Day, everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Make it last all year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-4162138812018434229?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/4162138812018434229/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=4162138812018434229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/4162138812018434229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/4162138812018434229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-day.html' title='Love Day'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/RdOeo73oTGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ux34qri1lro/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-3806243724543954739</id><published>2007-02-13T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:37:18.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything/Alles was ist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alternate title:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Princess needs a Throne (but not a Tiara)&lt;br /&gt;Like a Dog needs a Bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~I need your love~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***A Valentine's Tribute to the Force that Moves Me***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is never fearful or scared&lt;br /&gt;The quickening hearbeat exclusively due to the sweet anticipation of&lt;br /&gt;a kiss&lt;br /&gt;a glance&lt;br /&gt;oh! an embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love IS&lt;br /&gt;It breathes&lt;br /&gt;It flows&lt;br /&gt;It is sheer joy&lt;br /&gt;Pure Soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's baking sheets&lt;br /&gt;and coloured jars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's shiny beautiful matching rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's high&lt;br /&gt;It's low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that soft place to land&lt;br /&gt;It always follows through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's folding&lt;br /&gt;It's teasing&lt;br /&gt;It's both being a player&lt;br /&gt;and being played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strong and it's tough&lt;br /&gt;Made of indestructable stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Right and It's Hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it softens the jaw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Bubbles and Waves&lt;br /&gt;The Cycle of the Moon&lt;br /&gt;Stars of course Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Freedom and Safety&lt;br /&gt;rolled into One&lt;br /&gt;Comfort, Wisdom and Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's giving and giving and giving some more&lt;br /&gt;Whilst your cup overflows with continuous joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wee small hours&lt;br /&gt;I know that It's there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Fingers get chopped&lt;br /&gt;And the Well it runs dry&lt;br /&gt;When the bumps and lumps of life's journey&lt;br /&gt;Leave you downtrodden,&lt;br /&gt;thirsty, disheveled or bruised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love wraps you up and guides you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Love is the Force that moves me&lt;br /&gt;Share! Shine! Glow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-3806243724543954739?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/3806243724543954739/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=3806243724543954739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/3806243724543954739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/3806243724543954739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/02/everythingalles-was-ist.html' title='Everything/Alles was ist'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-5895482660748246313</id><published>2007-02-13T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:52:00.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I realize it's for her</title><content type='html'>Love is all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two framed black and white pictures positioned on either side of my desk, one of each set of Grandparents. Oma Elisabeth and Opa A perched on the front bumper of a shiny VW Bettle, she with humid bangs curling up on her forehead, smiling shyly as he grins adoringly, and leans closer on my right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George and Peggy B on the left, sitting back on the rocks. She leaning back onto him with her Rockette legs crossed daintily and the *perfect* pair of shoes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize fully that with her, I've lost the last remaining Grandparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bring the recently recovered, recently donated (by my love's gracious Ma &amp;amp; Pa) antique chair into my lair, and the poem begins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-5895482660748246313?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/5895482660748246313/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=5895482660748246313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/5895482660748246313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/5895482660748246313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-i-realize-its-for-her.html' title='And I realize it&apos;s for her'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-4028236075355058594</id><published>2007-02-12T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T08:15:59.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sass at 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/388452938/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/388452938_f1915a6204_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/388452938/"&gt;sass at 22&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ssygrl/"&gt;ssygrl&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the photo that I brought my hairdresser early on Sat morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've decided to go back to my natural colour" I proclaim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shows me this shade of brown and I shake my head side to side. "But I've NEVER been a brunette!" I protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he threw in some blonde to the mix and I ended up quite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-4028236075355058594?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/4028236075355058594/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=4028236075355058594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/4028236075355058594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/4028236075355058594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/02/sass-at-22.html' title='sass at 22'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/388452938_f1915a6204_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-6910099595422895621</id><published>2007-02-04T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:11:30.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being the change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul searching'/><title type='text'>Watch out, here she comes!</title><content type='html'>I flip over the 'bad cat' calendar that we have pinned up next to the computer (oh, how I *love* doing that!) and find a picture of a kitty with huge heart shaped sunglasses and a pink Feather boa on with the caption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I used to be a bit of an introvert, but I got over it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I smile to myself, as this is so appropriate for this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just come home from a workshop and a quick visit with the fam to collect my little plant slips that have been living on my sister's window sill since I moved out in October. Wow, it's been five months already, how it does fly by when life is so blissful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workshop was put on by Aman, the man behind the &lt;a href="http://www.amanmotwane.com/home.html"&gt;yes, you can change the world&lt;/a&gt; website and book, and my mind is busy processing the information I learned and thinking of how I will apply it to my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I embarked on this spiritual quest quite early on, dabbling in all kinds of positive thinking books, groups and activities. Meditation has become more and more of a regular part of my routine, especialy now that I have my very own space to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The different cleanses I have done are also a part of the journey, a 'purification' of sorts of body as well as mind. It is all connected (as is the state of my room) to how balanced and at peace I feel with the world and my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the messages of today that has stuck with me is the idea of being "&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;authentically optimistic&lt;/span&gt;" as opposed to simply thinking positively. Being absolutely authentic, true to yourself, embracing your weaknesses while your strengths naturally grow and shine. This insight struck a chord in me and has led to some rather deep soul searching since leaving the centre this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to do the best enlightened navel gazing whilst lounging in my comfy clothes (in this case a sports bra, my fuzzy v-neck sweater, fleece pj pants and my brand new faux-lambswool flip flops), drinking gin &amp;amp; juice, munching on jelly bellies and listening to internet radio. Giving myself permission to just BE, and just be ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fish awaits a-fryin', the pictures await a-framin', my love will await his back scratchin' but not now. Now is time be alone and peaceful with my thoughts, my dreams and my own bad *newly discovered* extroverted self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-6910099595422895621?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/6910099595422895621/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=6910099595422895621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/6910099595422895621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/6910099595422895621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/02/watch-out-here-she-comes.html' title='Watch out, here she comes!'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-7702414704672775108</id><published>2007-02-01T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T08:35:34.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT Pampered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/372783472/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/372783472_3f8323bf21_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/372783472/"&gt;Sass&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ssygrl/"&gt;ssygrl&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The latest Goddess party was a total success.... we may have to make it an annual- no, make that semi-annual event. The fact that we don't have that much furniture in the house made it much easier for the spa ladies to set up the 9 stations for manicures, pedicures, facials and hot stone treatments. HIGHLY recommended to melt away stress. Ahhhhh. Bliss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-7702414704672775108?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/7702414704672775108/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=7702414704672775108&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7702414704672775108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7702414704672775108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/02/hnt-pampered.html' title='HNT Pampered'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/372783472_3f8323bf21_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-7218634136724579822</id><published>2007-01-26T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T13:47:41.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tough times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goddesses'/><title type='text'>lean on me</title><content type='html'>The Goddesses are gathering tonight, and I am so glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could really use some of their support, some of their strength to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a tough couple of weeks for my family, with my mom's diagnosis and then my grandma passing away on Monday. She was a beautiful, independant woman, and I will miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we have invited some pampering queens into the nest, and we will relax, enjoy each others company as our fingers, toes and faces get all pretty. Well, prettier than they already are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing couldn't be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-7218634136724579822?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/7218634136724579822/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=7218634136724579822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7218634136724579822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/7218634136724579822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/01/lean-on-me.html' title='lean on me'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-2781785093275540727</id><published>2007-01-22T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:54:42.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>N is for nausea</title><content type='html'>Which is how I'm feeling this morning. Not really sure what could be causing it other than missing my high blood pressure pill yesterday... I have been on another cleanse of sorts, cutting out sugar and wheat and most things processed. The first week went great, until it was interrupted by the overindulgence that was Vegas. Back at it on Tuesday, but the cravings returned tenfold. I think I've got them back under control for now and am shifting my focus to working out (now that I'm done with physio on my calves) and mmm protein shakes. My acupuncturist is trying out B12 shots to increase my metabolism and I am all for being a guinea pig. My energy is definitely UP, I just have to get myself to the gym and start sweating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daffodils I picked up at the supermarket yesterday are all in bloom and smiling happily at me beside the orchids next to my desk. They smell nice and spring-like even if we do have about three months to go till it actually hits outside. And if I keep going at this plan, I'll have the body to match!  Better get bzz bzz busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-2781785093275540727?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/2781785093275540727/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=2781785093275540727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/2781785093275540727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/2781785093275540727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/01/n-is-for-nausea.html' title='N is for nausea'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116853348768612875</id><published>2007-01-18T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T13:13:13.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>hnt socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5338/566/1600/681260/socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5338/566/320/296794/socks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Not much Nekkidness this week, in fact I'm fully dressed and then some (it's bloody COLD here, -25 C/-14 F). This was taken Christmas day, as I celebrated for the first time with my love's family. Their rule is $10 and under for presents, and it has to be something useful. I *heart* my new socks, thanks Tita Laura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116853348768612875?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116853348768612875/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116853348768612875&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116853348768612875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116853348768612875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/01/hnt-socks.html' title='hnt socks'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116897890328165288</id><published>2007-01-16T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T13:21:43.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Baby</title><content type='html'>Back from the surprise&lt;br /&gt;(of her life)&lt;br /&gt;Back from the opulence&lt;br /&gt;bling bling bling&lt;br /&gt;Back from the overindulgence&lt;br /&gt;buffet anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Back from the trips&lt;br /&gt;shopping that is&lt;br /&gt;Back and it's still cold&lt;br /&gt;brrrrr&lt;br /&gt;Back to my Love&lt;br /&gt;waiting between the sheets&lt;br /&gt;Back but so glad I went&lt;br /&gt;there was NO other place to be&lt;br /&gt;Back to the cleanse&lt;br /&gt;hello cravings&lt;br /&gt;Back and it continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life on all its wonderful levels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116897890328165288?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116897890328165288/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116897890328165288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116897890328165288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116897890328165288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/01/vegas-baby.html' title='Vegas Baby'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116853635893683373</id><published>2007-01-11T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T10:26:55.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Original Goddess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5338/566/1600/542296/mom%20n%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5338/566/320/577251/mom%20n%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been really difficult for me to write lately. On Monday night, we found out that my mom has been diagnosed with Cancer. There are so many feelings hitting me now- shock, anger, fear, disbelief and back again. But still there is the deep knowing that she is a strong, positive being and she will get through this.&lt;br /&gt;She is currently on a trip to Vegas that was planned with her friend for their birthdays (hers is today, Happy Bday, Mom!) before she got the diagnosis. She decided to go anyway, and as soon as my sister and I received the news our first thoughts were 'we have to go down there too'. So we're booked on a flight tomorrow night and we are going to surprise her! (Luckily she doesn't know about this blog, or what a blog is for that matter, so I'm pretty safe sharing my secret with you, IIFs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send your most positive thoughts for a sucessful treatment and speedy recovery for her. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116853635893683373?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116853635893683373/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116853635893683373&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116853635893683373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116853635893683373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/01/original-goddess.html' title='The Original Goddess'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116806267082946218</id><published>2007-01-05T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:51:11.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/347414646/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/347414646_be32ee24b9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/347414646/"&gt;fine&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ssygrl/"&gt;ssygrl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've just returned from a concert at my place of worship. It was a busy and exhausting week, and it was a nice way to end it, listening to our resident vocalist Amy and her visiting brothers (who just happen to sing opera) put on a show together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their encore was 'Closer To Fine' and as I sat and sang along I felt very moved, as I often to in that sanctuary. Time has been on my mind a lot lately, how it seems to vanish through our fingertips like fine sand. A strong gust of wind and this week is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quiet here in the house tonight, my love is spending time with friends 'geeking out' as he jokingly (or maybe not so jokingly) put it. I sit here with my Christmas Eve tea (an interesting mix of spearmint, orange peel, clove, cinnamon and vanilla), uploading pictures ironically from Christmas Eve this year, pondering the memories we made seemingly in a flash that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a peaceful loving calm inside my heart, the kind that comes from a dose of meditation, the acupuncture needle placed on my third eye at noon, the deep knowing that with each passing day, I AM closer to fine.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116806267082946218?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116806267082946218/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116806267082946218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116806267082946218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116806267082946218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/01/fine.html' title='fine'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/347414646_be32ee24b9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116785491394410589</id><published>2007-01-03T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:09:14.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Randomness</title><content type='html'>Thanks, &lt;a href="http://www.kgrrrl.blogspot.com/"&gt;K&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN: 10px 0px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 300px; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 14px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 5px 0px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 0px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;In the year 2007 I resolve to:&lt;br /&gt;Get an invisible friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 5px 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; font-size14px: "&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: red; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://resolution.geek-foo.net"&gt;Get your resolution here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116785491394410589?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116785491394410589/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116785491394410589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116785491394410589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116785491394410589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-randomness.html' title='New Randomness'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116775546071855651</id><published>2007-01-02T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:31:00.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Direct. To the point.</title><content type='html'>Greetings and Salutations for the New Year! Hmmm 2007... what deliciously delectable trouble can I get into first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 9 days of the year were absolutely full to overflowing with culinary overindulgences, Quality Family Time, and a new addiction: the Kieferness that is 24. I'm 11 episodes into the first season and totally hooked... if it weren't for sleeping and this job thing, I'd be watching non stop. Crazy I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few things I heart more than that start to a new year. I have a burst of energy and creativeness that begins with the opening of a new calendar (and a new pack of crayola markers) and am busily planning not only our housewarming but also the first Goddess gathering of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in or around Cowtown and interested in either, drop me a line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a thought to ponder for y'all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.There's nothing you can do that can't be done. Nothing you can sing that can't be sung. Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game It's easy. There's nothing you can make that can't be made. No one you can save that can't be saved. Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time It's easy. All you need is love, all you need is love, All you need is love, love, love is all you need. Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love. All you need is love, all you need is love, All you need is love, love, love is all you need. There's nothing you can know that isn't known. Nothing you can see that isn't shown. Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be. It's easy. All you need is love, all you need is love, All you need is love, love, love is all you need. All you need is love (all together now)All you need is love (everybody) All you need is love, love, love is all you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let that be stuck in your head, the whole year through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116775546071855651?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116775546071855651/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116775546071855651&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116775546071855651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116775546071855651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2007/01/direct-to-point.html' title='Direct. To the point.'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116681018552359730</id><published>2006-12-22T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T10:58:49.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cheesiness</title><content type='html'>Thanks, Tobes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BOTH. But not mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh, they're wrapped. With pretty bows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Either/or, as long as they're not those blinking ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Damn! I &lt;strong&gt;knew&lt;/strong&gt; I was forgetting something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. When do you put your decorations up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This year it was just before American Thanksgiving, I wanted the house to look pretty when I had both our families over for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6. Favorite Holiday memory as a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The anticipation waking up Christmas morning. One year I got a Care Bear (Tenderheart) and I cried all morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7. When did you find out the truth about Santa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Very late- I was about 11! Still playing with Barbies, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yes, several. We have a celebration (it's the German thing to do) at my Dad's that night with sauerbraten and knoedel. mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;9. How do you decorate your Christmas Tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;With Angels, I collect them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10. Snow! Love it or Dread it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE it. Developed a special appreciation for it living at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.travelnow.com/hotels/YYC_EMER-exter-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Emerald Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;11. Can you ice skate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Of course! Going to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hicanada.netedit.info/pm/images/Gallery/AB/Canmore/canmore.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;in Canmore next week... Wanna come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;12. Do you remember your favorite gift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Besides Tenderheart? It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.space.rakuten.co.jp/lg01/76/0000309876/74/img1e940d8dqbypk9.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Vincent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. I get to pick him up tomorrow :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;13. What's your favorite thing about the Holidays for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sitting around with my family, after my nephews have opened all their presents and are playing with their toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;14. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Butter Tarts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;15. What is your favorite holiday tradition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Inviting people who have no place to be last minute to come and share in our festivities. Last year it was my sister's friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/77305184/in/set-72057594082506185/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Craig &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(in the middle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;16. What tops your tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;An angel. Used to be a cardboard star covered in tinfoil that we made at Brownies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;17. Which do you prefer giving or receiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Both. My family would tell you I'm always the first to ask "are we gonna open the presents now??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;18. What is your favorite Christmas Song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O Holy Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;19. Candy Canes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116681018552359730?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116681018552359730/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116681018552359730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116681018552359730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116681018552359730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-cheesiness.html' title='Christmas Cheesiness'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116676848189503175</id><published>2006-12-21T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:21:21.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G'bye Jules, HELLO Vincent</title><content type='html'>Never before have I felt so poor and so rich in the same moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene: the food court at the mall. We had just come from signing papers which effectively handed Jules back to her maker (or taker-aparter, as the case now is) and had me named the new owner of the newly named Vincent. The butterflies had fluttered so high inside me I was afraid they would escape through my mouth should I attempt to open it. This made it pretty impossible to even remotely entertain the idea of eating. My love picked up some sushi and we settled in a semi private table towards the back corner, away from the snowflake light and sound display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to be tucked away, sheltered from the crowds of shoppers all around, not wanting them all to bear witness to my unravelling. I knew it was coming, the emotion so thick it was all I could do to look my love in the face and muster a smile. "Don't you want anything?" he asked gently. "Does frozen yoghurt count as dinner?" I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Insufficient funds' the debit machine read at the grocery store earlier that evening. Rock bottom hit hard. I thought back over the past week or two and mentally added together my purchases. Stamps, a few Christmas presents here and there, Contacts, Physio... "That's weird" I say, and hand the cashier my poor beat up visa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to the mechanics we go, to figure out the car 'situation'. Through a series of unfortunate mishaps and miscommunications, not only have I not been able to drive my Jules for the past week, but she is now being forced into early retirement. But, as the universe has decided to smile on me this year, a solution of grand proportions unveiled itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short test drive and a few documents trading hands and POOF! I'm upgraded to a 4 year younger, 6 V stronger feat of German engineering. All thanks to my very own personal Santa Saviour Man, aka Love of my Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I sit in the metal food court chair and realize I don't even have enough coins left in my purse (or to my name) to purchase the Fruz. Tears of frustration and shame start to well up in my eyes as he takes my trembling hands in his. "Hey", he says softly "we're in this together".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I accept and believe it. Take a deep breath, tuck the two fives he has layed discreetly on the table into my pocket, and get myself fed. I'll get him back and I've got his back. AND, I'll even let him drive. Every once in awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116676848189503175?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116676848189503175/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116676848189503175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116676848189503175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116676848189503175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/12/gbye-jules-hello-vincent.html' title='G&apos;bye Jules, HELLO Vincent'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116673330812737752</id><published>2006-12-21T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T13:35:08.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT - the slit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5338/566/1600/694788/Martinis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5338/566/320/625162/Martinis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I'm having as much fun as it look like here, on my 5th martini or so before fondue dinner. I LOVE these boots (even more so now that I got those non-slip pads for the insides) and it took me about 2 months to finally find them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheers! And happy holidays!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116673330812737752?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116673330812737752/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116673330812737752&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116673330812737752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116673330812737752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/12/hnt-slit.html' title='HNT - the slit'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116613386848229806</id><published>2006-12-14T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T15:06:58.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>year in rear view</title><content type='html'>I saw this on a few otherblogs and thought it was an interesting idea (and I think I have done it before as well, but used the first sentence of the first post of the month).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, for your amusement, the first sentence of the &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt; post of the month, 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan: ... sure, some might say it's getting down to the wire here, but I say I'm just gettin' this party started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb: What a rush it has been... I'm not ready to let go of love month just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar: It seems my April fool's has begun a little early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April: Sitting at the end of my peanut butter and jam packed weekend, wishing there was some way of injecting just a few more hours into it... not believing that it's over already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May: The Goddesses Gathered for the second time, at the lovely home/studio of Goddess Siren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June: Hotels I have worked in Honey I call my love Hungry for some free timeto Hang out away from here Hardly just beginning Humming a Happy tune Harmony in all things Hugely indebted to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July: Oh, am I ever a grumpy back-to-work person today, on a Monday of all days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August: ... so, um, what do you do when you get to the bottom? (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/sets/72157594247919640/"&gt;Learning to pole dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September: Another Friday, another good mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October: Update(d) Update Pumpkin: Purchased, yet not carved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November: I love getting Henna'd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116613386848229806?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116613386848229806/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116613386848229806&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116613386848229806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116613386848229806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/12/year-in-rear-view.html' title='year in rear view'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116610928142064319</id><published>2006-12-14T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T08:14:41.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT - Behave!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5338/566/1600/728300/grab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5338/566/320/500172/grab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imagine my surprise when I get a one word e-mail from my boyfriend yesterday afternoon with this image attached (victim's identity has been concealed for his protection). "Remember?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um, no. Sorry, honey. I have no recollection of this being taken OR who this is! Ooops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116610928142064319?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116610928142064319/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116610928142064319&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116610928142064319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116610928142064319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/12/hnt-behave.html' title='HNT - Behave!'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116593810992181498</id><published>2006-12-12T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T08:42:23.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed 333 org</title><content type='html'>Besides the decorating, baking, shopping, etc. going on this time of year, 'tis also the season to think about the less fortunate. The ones who struggle on a daily basis to get by, to feed themselves and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this site, started by a woman with an idea, a vision, to do something to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://clicks.aweber.com/z/ct/?XpybPNNYiIiwzSRU3vmhQQ" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="92" src="http://feed333.org/members/banners/secretbutton1.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I haven't seen it yet but happen to know that it's gonna be in my stocking)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116593810992181498?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116593810992181498/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116593810992181498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116593810992181498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116593810992181498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/12/feed-333-org.html' title='Feed 333 org'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116589920407288633</id><published>2006-12-11T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:53:24.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm that was fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/visionary.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116589920407288633?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116589920407288633/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116589920407288633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116589920407288633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116589920407288633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/12/mmm-that-was-fun.html' title='mmm that was fun'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116587764197143767</id><published>2006-12-11T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T15:54:02.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>safe bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5338/566/1600/421255/Sass%20Banana%20Guard%20crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5338/566/320/251486/Sass%20Banana%20Guard%20crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a very exciting day at work today. Our bulk order of  &lt;a href="http://www.bananaguard.com/"&gt;banana guards&lt;/a&gt; arrived, and hilarity ensued.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mine is glow-in-the-dark. Cause, you know, you never know when you're gonna be looking for your banana in the dark!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 more work days, then I'm off for 10! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my job and my colleagues, bt I also love having some *extra* paid time off to relax, hang out with family, and get a head start on my 2007 reading list. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116587764197143767?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116587764197143767/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116587764197143767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116587764197143767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116587764197143767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/12/safe-bananas.html' title='safe bananas'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116559417917992520</id><published>2006-12-08T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T09:31:09.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5338/566/1600/966033/att60193.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5338/566/320/454023/att60193.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sassy Girl &amp; her Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Over the Moon, N.W.&lt;br /&gt;Cowtown, AB&lt;br /&gt;XOX-OXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is what my address labels look like (well, sorta, you get the general idea) for the Christmas cards I am going to send out next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was reflecting on where I am right now in life and I realized that I can finally call myself a &lt;strong&gt;traveller&lt;/strong&gt; on that 'path' I have been referring to all this time. Whenever I was asked about how things were going in the past, this would be my generic response. "I feel I'm headed in the right &lt;em&gt;direction&lt;/em&gt; to be on the path I want to be".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, gentle readers, the time has arrived. We ARE the ones we have been waiting for. For the most part, I'm living in the moment with a grateful heart, regular meditation and excersise have replaced some of my bad habits, I am blissfully creating a home with my equal and loving partner. And so it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. TWO hours and I get to leave for the weekend mountain party... Bringing my skis and skates but have the feeling the only 'sport' will be drinking.  This will be the first time staying at the fancy schmancy hotel since my ~ahem~ honeymoon 12 years ago. Wow. Weird? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116559417917992520?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116559417917992520/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116559417917992520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116559417917992520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116559417917992520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/12/sassy-girl-her-love-over-moon-n.html' title=''/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116550726824602773</id><published>2006-12-07T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T09:01:08.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT - the lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5338/566/1600/414036/lipschtick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5338/566/320/574879/lipschtick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... caught in the act at my company Holiday party this past weekend. Hey, at least I didn't drop my shoe in the fountain like last year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116550726824602773?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116550726824602773/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116550726824602773&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116550726824602773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116550726824602773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/12/hnt-lips.html' title='HNT - the lips'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116529637336318824</id><published>2006-12-04T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:30:51.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And a Bookworm in a Pear Tree</title><content type='html'>An e-mail was sent around my place of employment today (by the same lovely soul who started the baking exchange), inviting anyone who might be interested to bring books to lend out to the boardroom Friday at lunch, and 'be prepared to talk about them'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This prompted a thorough sorting (and categorizing) of my newly-on-display collection of 4 shelves of literary goodness tonight in my study/meditation room. This is in fact the first time *ever* that I have had all of my books in one place, and space enough to put them all in an real bookshelf together. I have often thought about how the eclectic mix came to be, and if I would ever actually get around to reading them all. I had also had the recurring idea to start some kind of book club type of thing, or at least a review now and then (maybe even here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I have the chance of sharing a bunch with my coworkers as well as with you, IIFs :) I've picked a dozen or so to bring in (and have artfully inscribed my name inside with my pink glitter pen), and would like to offer up 12 titles I have picked out for this arena. To make it fully interactive, I'd like you to vote on which one should be read/reviewed in which month of '07. Thanks in advance for your help :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading through the titles, I have come to the conclusion that only one single one is fiction (and one of Oprah's picks, actually):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;winner of the nobel prize&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Four Agreements Companion book by Don Miguel Ruiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Power of Now ~A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment~ by Eckhart Tolle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Spiritual Economics ~The Principles and Process of True Prosperity~ by Eric Butterworth&lt;br /&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the unfinished textbook for a course I took at CPL this fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A Woman's Worth by Marianne Williamson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fragrant Sensuality ~Aromatics and Nature's Essential Oils~ Valerie Ann Worwood&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aromatherapy is the theme for my homemade Christmas gifts this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Aus eigener Kraft ~Gesundsein und Gesundwerden in Harmonie mit Natur- und&lt;br /&gt;Mondrhythmen~ Johanna Paungger &amp; Thomas Poppe&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a German book about Moon Phases and Health&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The Voice of Knowledge ~a practical guide to inner peace~ by Don Miguel Ruiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Self Realization Fellowship Founder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Feeling Good by David D. Burns, M.D.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'The New Mood Therapy' from PENN U, circa 1980&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I vote February for this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. 14 Day Herbal Cleansing by Laurel Vukovic&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I like to cleanse 2X/year, this book has great tips for purification techniques beyond just diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extra bonus (the bakers dozen version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Strong Women Stay Slim by Miriam E. Nelson, Ph.D.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to help support/inspire my thrice weekly weight training sessions at the gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which one do I read first??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116529637336318824?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116529637336318824/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116529637336318824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116529637336318824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116529637336318824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-bookworm-in-pear-tree.html' title='And a Bookworm in a Pear Tree'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116524619743536772</id><published>2006-12-04T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T08:29:57.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sign</title><content type='html'>... this is my 421st post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walk into my gym this weekend which has been undergoing some major renovations lately, and I'm greeted with the following sign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"There may be a strong smell of glue throughout the club as the construction workers are putting the mats in. We apologize for any inconvenience."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That made for an interesting workout indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116524619743536772?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116524619743536772/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116524619743536772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116524619743536772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116524619743536772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/12/sign.html' title='A sign'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116500400010281158</id><published>2006-12-01T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T13:14:38.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deck those halls</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned how much I love firsts of the month? And Fridays? And Baileys in my Gingerbread Latte? Mmmm it's mixing nicely with my cold medication (teehee) as I try and fight off this cold once and for all to be in good shape for the upcoming partees. First up: my company's tomorrow evening, and we get to stay over in the fancy schmancy hotel across the street. Add staying in fancy schmancy hotels to my favorite lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double that next weekend, when my love's company parties it up in an even fancier (schmancier, if that's a word) hotel in the mountains. Who knows, I may even get some skiing and ice skating in over the two days we're out there. Yes, I'm certainly thick into the holiday spirit this year... I have made my list but have yet to check it twice. There are 23 days left, bring on the baking shopping wrapping christmas card writing cheer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116500400010281158?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116500400010281158/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116500400010281158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116500400010281158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116500400010281158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/12/deck-those-halls.html' title='Deck those halls'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116489849497501700</id><published>2006-11-30T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T07:58:42.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hnt henna foot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/309234364/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/101/309234364_62b623bed7_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/309234364/"&gt;henna foot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ssygrl/"&gt;ssygrl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love getting Henna'd. It's such a cool feeling, the paste going on, drying, flaking off and voila! A beautiful adornment that lasts for weeks. I got this done at the woman's show this summer, where I also learned how to stretch properly, what my bone density was, all about super foods and much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116489849497501700?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116489849497501700/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116489849497501700&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116489849497501700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116489849497501700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/11/hnt-henna-foot.html' title='hnt henna foot'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116466923636482084</id><published>2006-11-27T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:14:34.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>diary of projects currently underway at my house*</title><content type='html'>(Or, how the house got clean and festive in twelve easy staps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-how to attach mini christmas tree with fishing wire (yet to be located/purchased) to anchor it &lt;em&gt;so that the cats don't knock it over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;update: I used gold ribbon, it looks so festive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- contemplating whether to put empty boxes in garage (to be picked up SOON) rather than in the basement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;update: put em in the basement, who am I kidding with this 'soon' stuff?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- enjoying the whirring of the dishwasher as the new jumbo wine glasses, dozen water goblets and 12 each of the utulitarian dinner plates and soup bowls get all clean 'n sparkly for our feast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heart IKEA. So much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- transfering Mary's b-day card from the passenger seat of the car (where it sat patiently all day yesterday during my travels, awaiting a send off that never happened) to the front entrance, *two* houses away from the mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;update: um, I think it's still there. Thank goodness for MSN, I got to wish her a happy b-day in 'real' time :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- more enjoyment from the sipping of my fav warm beverage of the season (which sure could use some bailey's, hmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- contemplating a quick jaunt two blocks to frequent the local liquor dispensers (which would take me right past the mail box...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;update: opted to stay home (and sober) (and warm) and get projects done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- move to a little Craig David &amp;amp; Jamiroquai to stretch out the stiffness in the muscles from upper body day at the gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm travelling, not moving as I get lost in my thoughts discovering and beginning new projects all over the whole house. Besides the moving boxes, new glass and flatware, and Christmas decoratin' happenin', there's also a multitude of cleaning/putting away and it's all blending nicely with the different thoughts that are floating through this warm-fuzzy-filled mind. Each room brings another... we have the great swap-out-the-tupperware-bits-that-have-no-matches (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;update: now known as the 'stand back and throw' cupboard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) in the kitchen... then boom! Breakfast time hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do get distracted easily, don't I? The multi-box of Unicef holiday cards lie on the counter, awaiting well wishes to be written and deliveries to be made (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with my track record of getting mail *into* the mailbox, this may take until spring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Something leads me to cleaning out under the bathroom sink, which logically leads to cleaning under the kitchen sink, which somehow leads to the wrapping of my nephews 2 month late birthday present (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;are we noticing a pattern here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?) , which leads to even *more* decorating! See, I found a great solution for disguising the fugly brown glass 80's light fixtures throughout the place by hanging silver snowflakes and balls from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided I needed to get back to the cleaning... bathrooms (all three) and then finally putting away the pile of clothes on the bed, so I could make it! Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a two and a half day project, but it was worth it in the end. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*just in case you were wondering what I was doing with my 4 days off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116466923636482084?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116466923636482084/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116466923636482084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116466923636482084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116466923636482084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/11/diary-of-projects-currently-underway.html' title='diary of projects currently underway at my house*'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116406196184720892</id><published>2006-11-20T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T15:32:41.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me 'n Shiva</title><content type='html'>You know, for the amount that I actually do post, I spend a whole lotta time *thinking* about posting. It seems subject matter doesn't stick around long enough to be formulated into written paragraphs... It is floaty, fleeting, fast and then it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the thoughts currently bubbling through my consciousness have to do with the holidays, how quickly they are approaching, how nice it will be to have my whole family as well as my love's parents over for dinner on Sunday. How the house will look after *finally* having a couple of solid days in a row to put it all together. How my sister's three boys will get along with the three cats (but since they have kitties at home as well this is not too much of a concern).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clearing of the garage uncovered three MORE boxes for my study/meditiation room, just when I thought I had it all under control! However, as I explained to my bewildered Sweetie as the contents of the front and back closets lay all askew throughout the living room and den, chaos is normal and expected when combining households. Like Shiva, it must be destroyed in order to be rebuilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe once the house is settled there will be more continuity here... In the meantime, fleeting and floaty it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116406196184720892?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116406196184720892/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116406196184720892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116406196184720892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116406196184720892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-n-shiva.html' title='me &apos;n Shiva'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116369066614687227</id><published>2006-11-16T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T08:24:26.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT My Sistas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5338/566/1600/Sisters72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5338/566/320/Sisters72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While I didn't exactly get Nekkid with my sisters yesterday, we had ourselves a lot of fun at this photo shoot.  This is to be a Christmas gift for our Mom &amp;amp; Dad, the last one we did got a bit outdated (we were 16, 17 and 23 at the time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116369066614687227?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116369066614687227/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116369066614687227&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116369066614687227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116369066614687227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/11/hnt-my-sistas.html' title='HNT My Sistas'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116336492190695746</id><published>2006-11-12T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T13:55:21.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh da weekend</title><content type='html'>I could get used to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday mid-day, and we've feasted on french toast and turkey bacon (yesterday it was pancakes), I'm sippin on my second cup of coffee 'n eggnogg and feel totally relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was ignoring the call from my catering boss, the grocery shop that filled the fridge, the shall we say 'tittilating' visit to the sex show, discovering the most delicious chinese food outside of china town being served just down the street... It has been the most delectable weekend in a very long time, and I look forward to more of the same for some time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to tackle the rest of those boxes blocking my parking spot in the garage and to bake some oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. Yes, I must be happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116336492190695746?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116336492190695746/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116336492190695746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116336492190695746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116336492190695746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahhh-da-weekend.html' title='ahhh da weekend'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116302738028969843</id><published>2006-11-08T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T16:09:40.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The scent of dreams coming true</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Today I rest in the peaceful stillness of God within me. I allow myself to be carried in the river of life, knowing without words that all is well with my soul&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Daily meditation from the lovely people &lt;a href="http://www.ucrsevents.org/weekly/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the shifts that are happening in my life this month. Finally getting settled in in an actual HOME, filling the fridge and cupboards with good, nutritious food, having a space all to myself for meditation and reflection. I find that as I sort through and unpack the many boxes that have followed me around since teenagehood, I am rediscovering all of my hopes, dreams and passions. Now I feel I am in the right time and space to concentrate on expanding my knowledge in these areas (mostly natural cooking and healing arts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm going to a seminar put on by these fine &lt;a href="http://www.saje.ca/qs/page/188/0/18"&gt;folks &lt;/a&gt;. Smell ya later :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116302738028969843?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116302738028969843/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116302738028969843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116302738028969843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116302738028969843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/11/scent-of-dreams-coming-true.html' title='The scent of dreams coming true'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116294090930442572</id><published>2006-11-07T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T16:08:29.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The randomness continues</title><content type='html'>64. Current hate?&lt;br /&gt;Hard to say... I hardly ever use that word. How 'bout when people drive behind me with their High Beams on? That infuriates me every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;With my love :) Near the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Least favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to say at my desk at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Where would you like to go?&lt;br /&gt;To the ocean, with my love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Do you own slippers?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 3, no 4 pair. I'd like to learn how to make them like my Grandma used to, before her arthritis got too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;a href="http://www.veer.com/products/merchdetail.aspx?image=VPR0001260"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;one on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Do you burn or tan?&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Would you be a pirate?&lt;br /&gt;no, I'm too much of a girly-girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Last time you had an alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;I had a 1/4 glass of wine at dinner last night, before I went to play soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;Diana Krall/Harry Connick type jazzy things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?&lt;br /&gt;big fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. What's in your pockets right now?&lt;br /&gt;a bobby pin and *surprise* a kleenex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no you didn't oh no you don't" my colleague making fun of a customer she just spoke to. Same girl just answered the question of what she is doing tonight with "playing Lego Starwars".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Best bed sheets you had as a child?&lt;br /&gt;Where do they get these questions?? Flannel, and my mom still has 'em, I bet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;I have been very lucky (or maybe just not much of a risk taker)... slicing my thumb in the bread slicer. Still have a scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. How many TVs do you have in your house?&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Who is your loudest friend?&lt;br /&gt;JC, she's in Yellowknife, but I swear I can still hear her sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Who is your most silent friend?&lt;br /&gt;Julia, an artist who lives in TO. It sounds like she's whispering when she talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure my honey does. He better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Do you wish on shooting stars?&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. What is your favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. What is your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;Wine gums (you meant besides chocolate, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. What song do/did you want played at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;"Stuck in the Middle with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. What song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;"I had the time of my life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. What were you doing at 12 AM last night?&lt;br /&gt;Lying in bed, being thankful that the kitties weren't meowing incessantly like the night before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. What was the First thing you thought of when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the cats sure were quiet last night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116294090930442572?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116294090930442572/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116294090930442572&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116294090930442572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116294090930442572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/11/randomness-continues.html' title='The randomness continues'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116259516174077959</id><published>2006-11-03T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:06:01.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R A N D O M</title><content type='html'>51. What's your favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;That one that goes "Fall! On your knees! Oh hear, the Angels voices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What do you prefer to eat in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Joghurt, or yoghurt, or however you want to spell it. And fruit. Cereal with soy milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Can you do push ups?&lt;br /&gt;I can do many more 'ladies' style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. What's your favorite piece of jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;I believe that is still in my future :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you like painkillers?&lt;br /&gt;If I am experiencing pain, yes. Percacet has saved me on one particular occasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;my smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Do you own a knife?&lt;br /&gt;yes, and it has a nifty cheese slicer on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you have A.D.D.?&lt;br /&gt;No, and it kinda annoys me when people use this as an excuse for everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment:&lt;br /&gt;Can I get this done before I have to leave? Will there be time for a beverage (it IS Friday afternoon, after all) How cold is it outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Name the last 3 things you have bought:Gas, Winshield washer fluid, mexican lunch yesterday for me and Goddess Trinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink:&lt;br /&gt;Water, Green Tea, Cranberry juice. With Vodka, preferably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;Around 6:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Current worry?&lt;br /&gt;That I won't find the dryer knob I need to replace by tomorrow (store is only open till 5)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... more to come, of you can handle any more randomness!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116259516174077959?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116259516174077959/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116259516174077959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116259516174077959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116259516174077959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/11/r-n-d-o-m.html' title='R A N D O M'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116248276895489712</id><published>2006-11-02T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T08:52:48.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ainsnme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/286857876/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/103/286857876_ed3bafc138_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ssygrl/286857876/"&gt;ainsnme&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ssygrl/"&gt;ssygrl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My fearless female friend here is off to New Zealand and Thailand for a year. Good luck and happy trails to you!! Can't wait to hear about all of your adventures.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116248276895489712?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116248276895489712/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116248276895489712&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116248276895489712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116248276895489712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/11/ainsnme.html' title='ainsnme'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116248160310456443</id><published>2006-11-02T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T08:33:23.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness part 2</title><content type='html'>25 . love someone?&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Did you read the last post? (See answers 1,5 &amp; 8...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. When was the last time you told someone 'I love you'?&lt;br /&gt;This morning, and the answer was "I love you too, so much" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Terrific, despite a strange dream of almost falling off a cruise ship last night (dangling by my fingertips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Ah, teenagehood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you ever eaten dog food?&lt;br /&gt;Nope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the truth, although sometimes I greet it with defensiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What 3 things do you always bring with you to places?&lt;br /&gt;cell phone, pda, lipchap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Any cool scars?&lt;br /&gt;actually, there is one on my behind from the first shower I took with ML which I plan to turn into a tattoo (looks like a claw scratch) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you like or have a crush on anyone? Do they know?&lt;br /&gt;Heehee. See #25 (and 26)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. How many kids do you plan on having?&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Very often, it's my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you talk to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. And interrupt, when it's negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Is there something you want that you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the universe is making me wait on that trampoline (no room in the current back yard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Three things about the opposite sex that you first notice?&lt;br /&gt;Hands, eyes, back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Where is your phone?&lt;br /&gt;In my purse, on vibrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;A mini peanut butter cup (damn you, Halloween)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Favorite Colors?&lt;br /&gt;Green and blue (I like that you get to choose more than one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Last movie watched?&lt;br /&gt;That satirical one about the beauty pageant with Kirsten Dunst and Kirstie Allie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What song do you currently hear?&lt;br /&gt;None, just the sound of my coworkers discussing lat night's 'Lost' episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Funny, this was actually an excersise in our Spiritual Economics course. I want a happy, peaceful, balanced, sucessful, loving existance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. How tall are you barefoot?&lt;br /&gt;5 feet 6 and three quarter inches &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever smoked heroin?&lt;br /&gt;Um, no. And I thought one injected it...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;I cohabitate with someone who owns a paint gun, does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Who's your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you get nervous before "meeting the parents"?&lt;br /&gt;I was SO nervous... especially when she cornered me in the kitchen after dinner to grill me about my ex husband's religious preference... Can you blame me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What do you think of hot dogs?&lt;br /&gt;As long as they're veggie or chicken, I'm fine with them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116248160310456443?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116248160310456443/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116248160310456443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116248160310456443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116248160310456443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/11/randomness-part-2.html' title='Randomness part 2'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116242778467144935</id><published>2006-11-01T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T17:37:46.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Question Week</title><content type='html'>1. Who is the last person you held hands with?&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;No, I would prefer not to have one in the bedroom at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever drank milk straight out of the carton?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever won a spelling bee?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, probably. I always had great language skills (math... notsomuch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who's the next person you will be seeing?&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How fast can you type?&lt;br /&gt;You mean mistake free? I learned on a german keyboard with all kinds of umlauts (that's my excuse, anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;No. Especially not now that my love has installed all of those blue glowy nightlights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who can you always turn to?&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky to say a several people- my love, my mom, my sister, a handful of wonderful friends and Goddesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Whens the last time you chose a bath over a shower?&lt;br /&gt;Last night after soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you like pringles?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Tough one. Technically no, but once I start eating them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you drinking anything right now?&lt;br /&gt;Got a sip of water left in my big yellow cup (refilled approx 6x/day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you think you're attractive?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do ;) Good genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Can you hoola hoop?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you good at keeping secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. Well, I can, if they're REALLY important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you want for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;World Peace. Still waiting on that trampoline, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you talk in your sleep?&lt;br /&gt;I think I have been known to mumble at times, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who's your daddy?&lt;br /&gt;Wha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever flown a kite?&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time that you went swimming and where?&lt;br /&gt;Last month at the local pool. Well, used to be local till I moved. Still have 8 passes left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you consider yourself successful?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How many people are on your contact list of your cell?&lt;br /&gt;95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever asked for a horse?&lt;br /&gt;Probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Plans for today?&lt;br /&gt;Going to a memorial for a coworker who passed away this summer in a motorcycle accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's your middle name? And why?&lt;br /&gt;Robyn. Cause I opened up my mouth like a baby bird for food soon after I was born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116242778467144935?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116242778467144935/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116242778467144935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116242778467144935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116242778467144935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-question-week.html' title='Random Question Week'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116222604483382395</id><published>2006-10-30T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:50:21.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday... must be time for an</title><content type='html'>Update&lt;em&gt;(d) Update&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Purchased, yet not carved&lt;br /&gt;Motorcycle Re-test: Cancelled because of half foot of snow, &lt;em&gt;re-taking spring course&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shovel: Scored one of the last 3 in the whole store&lt;br /&gt;Move: 96.7% done. 1 1/2 storage 'closets' to go&lt;br /&gt;Sister's 4 x 4: SO much fun in this weather&lt;br /&gt;Weather: Not so much fun for the trick 'r treaters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Treats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Gotta pick some up... &lt;em&gt;Ummm... gotta pick s'more up... Ouch my tummy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116222604483382395?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116222604483382395/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116222604483382395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116222604483382395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116222604483382395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/10/monday-must-be-time-for.html' title='Monday... must be time for an'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116198883951132735</id><published>2006-10-27T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:41:20.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>seven days two dogs one cat and one bird</title><content type='html'>Heading into what is going to be one of my last weekends looking after other peoples houses. It's time to look after my own! The house sitting thing worked well with my old, single lifestyle. I loved having a whole place to myself (especially the above ground part), perusing the bookshelves and cd racks to my hearts content. Walking the doggies and cuddling the kitties, the extra income helping me with the ever rising cost of living in this fair city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good transition time into cohabitating with my love. There was only that one moment of hesitation (dare I say fear?) that crept in about mid month last month. Since then, I have been embracing this new step, and have now moved into impatience for my duties to finally end. I want to unpack ALL my clothes into my first ever walk-in closet. Arrange the kitchen gadgets (and boy, did he ever some with some *fancy* ones!) into the many many cupboards. Set up my study/meditation room, exatly the way I want it. One more week and our new journey will begin, for real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116198883951132735?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116198883951132735/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116198883951132735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116198883951132735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116198883951132735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/10/seven-days-two-dogs-one-cat-and-one.html' title='seven days two dogs one cat and one bird'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116181615802519306</id><published>2006-10-25T16:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T16:42:38.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>double V</title><content type='html'>I think my horoscope prediction is starting to kick in. A better sleep really changes your whole outlook on things, doesn't it? Plus the anticipation of seeing the love of my life after two (TWO) whole days without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about fall that makes me want to listen to Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel and jump in piles of leaves. I may just go and do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116181615802519306?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116181615802519306/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116181615802519306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116181615802519306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116181615802519306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/10/double-v.html' title='double V'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389858.post-116170795622229856</id><published>2006-10-24T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T10:39:16.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>biker-chick-in-training</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vigor and vitality are yours for the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So says my &lt;a href="http://www.lifepositive.com/"&gt;fortune cookie &lt;/a&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure not feeling it so far... In fact I'm pretty darn exhausted and sore from the weekends activities. I had a post all ready to go Sunday night but the silly wi-fi I was connected with (thanks, neighbours!) wouldn't let me sign in. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all positive and self congratulatory for having completed the course (and having learned how to ride a motorcycle), trying to look past the devistating blow of not passing the actual test. What can I say? I got silly nervous as soon as the testers showed up. But I have a chance to retake it on Sunday, so hopefully the aforementioned Vigor and Vitality will be fully functioning for me by then.  Till then: massage, yoga, tibetan bowls, abundance training, and time with cuddly (four legged) pals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389858-116170795622229856?l=getsassed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/feeds/116170795622229856/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389858&amp;postID=116170795622229856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116170795622229856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389858/posts/default/116170795622229856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getsassed.blogspot.com/2006/10/biker-chick-in-training.html' title='biker-chick-in-training'/><author><name>SG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15763012356602109001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H7HgJgIevzA/SvesAUCGiII/AAAAAAAAAH0/PbjssdiL5dM/S220/passport+crop.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
