<?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-228866727886183162</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:02:36.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara is Single and Moded</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038906163122017009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228866727886183162.post-1403717314596221492</id><published>2008-11-09T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:02:00.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweeeeeeen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/SRev4hjVJ4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/k7mxZcOVGXo/s1600-h/UAC+Fall+2008+367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266871674847176578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/SRev4hjVJ4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/k7mxZcOVGXo/s320/UAC+Fall+2008+367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I am officially the worst blogger of ALL TIME! But I don't feel that bad about it...hahaha my life isn't really that exciting. I figured I'd post some pictures from Halloween because they are pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/SReuVluLR4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/ThhgNpnfbC8/s1600-h/UAC+Fall+2008+372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266869975159359362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/SReuVluLR4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/ThhgNpnfbC8/s320/UAC+Fall+2008+372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/SReuVvDiaJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BsVWMA8f5Cs/s1600-h/UAC+Fall+2008+373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266869977664874642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/SReuVvDiaJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BsVWMA8f5Cs/s320/UAC+Fall+2008+373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was a crayon with Heidi, and Mike was Mars Blackmon from the old Jordan commercials. If you can't tell, he's wearing an acid-washed fanny pack. You should all be really jealous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266873852842714242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/SRex3TN7pII/AAAAAAAAAG8/Tl9xao0CEEg/s320/UAC+Fall+2008+380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I got a job offer from KPMG in Orange County for a Summer Internship. It's the same office that Tim works at, except I'll be doing taxes and he'll still be doing audits, so we most likely won't work together. BUT...I'm still really excited about it! That's all the news I have for now. I'm excited to go home from Thanksgiving Break, it's going to be soooooooooo great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/228866727886183162-1403717314596221492?l=saraphart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/feeds/1403717314596221492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=228866727886183162&amp;postID=1403717314596221492' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/1403717314596221492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/1403717314596221492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloweeeeeeen.html' title='Halloweeeeeeen'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038906163122017009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/SRev4hjVJ4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/k7mxZcOVGXo/s72-c/UAC+Fall+2008+367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228866727886183162.post-3084404876056591384</id><published>2008-05-15T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:10:17.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I got accepted into the Masters Program for the School of Accountancy!!!! I'm feeling pretty &lt;strong&gt;goooooood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/228866727886183162-3084404876056591384?l=saraphart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/feeds/3084404876056591384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=228866727886183162&amp;postID=3084404876056591384' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/3084404876056591384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/3084404876056591384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-master.html' title='I am the Master'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038906163122017009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228866727886183162.post-1246981485178542642</id><published>2008-05-12T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:50:45.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least They Have Hart</title><content type='html'>The one and only Waynkle came up to Utah to visit last weekend and he was able to play in the Sandy softball league with the rest of the Harts. Let me tell you, it's quite the experience to watch one of these games. Oddly enough, they have yet to win a game in the past two seasons, but it's still very entertaining to watch. And with Wayne in town, it was that much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199656041665140082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/SCjjnvWqFXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yVQm9-2Zui8/s320/Natalie+and+Marcus%27+Wedding+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's Wayne up to bat.  Look at that stance.  You'd think he belongs in the major leagues.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199656054550041986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/SCjjofWqFYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mFVPQUqlSYw/s320/Natalie+and+Marcus%27+Wedding+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Play of the game:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wayne got a base hit and the other team overthrew the ball to first base.  One of the rules of the softball league is if the fielding team overthrows the ball and it goes &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;out of play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (that's the key phrase), the runner can take an extra base.  Well, Turk was the base coach and told Wayne to take an extra base.  Wayne starts strolling over to 2nd base, just taking his sweet time, when the other team realized that they could throw him out because the ball never actually went out of play.  Luckily, Waynkle made it to 2nd base just in time.  We called him the sneak the rest of the night because he snuck his way over to 2nd.  It was hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/228866727886183162-1246981485178542642?l=saraphart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/feeds/1246981485178542642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=228866727886183162&amp;postID=1246981485178542642' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/1246981485178542642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/1246981485178542642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/2008/05/at-least-they-have-hart.html' title='At Least They Have Hart'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038906163122017009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/SCjjnvWqFXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yVQm9-2Zui8/s72-c/Natalie+and+Marcus%27+Wedding+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228866727886183162.post-3197174252931083839</id><published>2008-05-12T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:32:19.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One Bites the Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My roommate Natalie got married this weekend in the Salt Lake Temple to Marcus Shields. Her wedding was so fun and she looked beautiful.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199648074500805922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/SCjcX_WqFSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fgJI__3DMV4/s320/Heidi%27s+Camera+344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best part of all the events was that all of us girls were reunited. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm lucky to have such great friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199649994351187250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/SCjeHvWqFTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sYJbJYakH-I/s320/Heidi%27s+Camera+352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natalie's older sister married Marcus' older brother, so their families were very experienced at planning a wedding together. Pretty funny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199650002941121858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/SCjeIPWqFUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rKHY16CYfos/s320/Heidi%27s+Camera+355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199650007236089170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/SCjeIfWqFVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tO9ulMroJrY/s320/Heidi%27s+Camera+359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are all the girls that lived together last year minus Lisa. We were soo sad that she couldn't make it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199650522632164706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/SCjemfWqFWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/97-nFfp1QcQ/s320/Natalie+and+Marcus%27+Wedding+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six to go. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's next??? haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/228866727886183162-3197174252931083839?l=saraphart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/feeds/3197174252931083839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=228866727886183162&amp;postID=3197174252931083839' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/3197174252931083839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/3197174252931083839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another One Bites the Dust'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038906163122017009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/SCjcX_WqFSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fgJI__3DMV4/s72-c/Heidi%27s+Camera+344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228866727886183162.post-8952043787589942627</id><published>2008-02-06T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:36:27.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke Moded Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. What was the best thing you cooked last week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm probly a bowl of cap'n crunch with crunch berries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. If money, time and babysitting were no object, where would you go and with who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want to go to the Virgin Islands with all the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. When was the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4- Five things you were doing 10 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably just lost my first tooth haha, watching Mrs. Erickson pick her nose everyday, playing with my newborn niece Haylie, playing lots of soccer, wearing contacts for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 - Five things you were doing 5 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to my first high school dance, failing my drivers license test, wearing braces, crimping my hair hahaha, being really excited that Tim was home from his mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6- Five things you were doing 1 year ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying in the BYU library everyday, freezing from all the snow, being a teenager, hanging out with Grandma Hart every Tuesday, singing lots of karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7 - Seven of your favorite hobbies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging, going out to eat, playing soccer, playing guitar hero or rock band, going to Newport Beach, watching movies, singing karaoke, bowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8 - Five favorite foods:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cookie dough ice cream, chicken piccata from CPK, quesadillas, grapefruit, martinellis haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9- Five places you've been:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costa Rica, Bahamas, Hawaii, Hacienda Heights, Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10- Five favorite memories:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in the dorms, Lisa getting baptized, going to Hawaii with the fam 3 years ago, playing high school sports, Christmas at Grandma's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5- People I will be tagging are: Tanya, Sarah Calder, Mindi, Kari, Megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/228866727886183162-8952043787589942627?l=saraphart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/feeds/8952043787589942627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=228866727886183162&amp;postID=8952043787589942627' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/8952043787589942627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/8952043787589942627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/2008/02/luke-moded-me.html' title='Luke Moded Me'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038906163122017009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228866727886183162.post-3090232450191753987</id><published>2008-02-01T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:28:33.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A week ago today I got my wisdom teeth pulled. Uncle Jimmy was kind enough to do the service for me. Lucky for me I only had 3 wisdom teeth and 2 of them had already broken the surface of my gums. The whole process only took about an hour and it was not as bad as I thought it would be. Jim numbed me up real good and he also gave me laughing gas to help me relax. This was the first time I'd ever had laughing gas and it was definitely an interesting experience. I now understand why it's called laughing gas...I couldn't stop giggling. And for some reason I couldn't feel my feet the whole time I was on it--that made me giggle even more. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, the surgery was a success and I no longer have my wisdom teeth. I healed pretty quickly, probably because I've become immune to getting teeth pulled since I only lost approximately 4 of my baby teeth on my own and the rest were pulled by the dentist. (Us Wayne Hart children are pretty handicapped when it comes to losing teeth.) hahahaha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hardly even swelled...I was hoping the swelling would be a little more dramatic so I could post some sweet pictures on the blog, but this was the best I could come up with. You can kinda tell the right side of my face is swollen (that's where the partially impacted tooth was).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162178996346711890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/R6O-cmA6b1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/j6M2mnTVUQY/s320/COLLEGE+466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my mug shot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162184755897855890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/R6PDr2A6b5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/jQST5HoslAg/s320/COLLEGE+461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the first couple of days after the surgery I could only eat soft foods. I got pretty sick of eating soup, and by Monday I was famished. But don't you fret, I am now back to my regular eating habits of cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/228866727886183162-3090232450191753987?l=saraphart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/feeds/3090232450191753987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=228866727886183162&amp;postID=3090232450191753987' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/3090232450191753987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/3090232450191753987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-more-wisdom.html' title='No More Wisdom'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038906163122017009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/R6O-cmA6b1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/j6M2mnTVUQY/s72-c/COLLEGE+466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228866727886183162.post-3367121895857568770</id><published>2008-01-04T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:33:19.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's Back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/R383ST-OuNI/AAAAAAAAADs/a9YtPeeAzKc/s1600-h/COLLEGE+286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151897286473595090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/R383ST-OuNI/AAAAAAAAADs/a9YtPeeAzKc/s320/COLLEGE+286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My long awaited return is finally here after a 3 month absence. I know that you all have missed hearing from me so now I will update you all on my life starting back in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the sweetest Halloween costumes ever in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151891041591146610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/R38xmz-OuHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/V1-GXMSjZZU/s320/COLLEGE+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151889800345598050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/R38wej-OuGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/m4DZ2KpCG4E/s320/COLLEGE+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151889787460696146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/R38wdz-OuFI/AAAAAAAAACs/6vr6R5sm0a4/s320/COLLEGE+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then November came and I studied all day everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily December brought a lot of memorable events starting with a sweater party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151894503334787202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/R380wT-OuII/AAAAAAAAADE/RUsbPmcIbl8/s320/COLLEGE+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151897277883660482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/R383Rz-OuMI/AAAAAAAAADk/kdQusNpgXU8/s320/COLLEGE+259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I cut a record with my group called The Noels. It's the best Christmas cd you'll ever hear. This is the cover of our album. (I'm the one in the middle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151895237774194866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/R381bD-OuLI/AAAAAAAAADc/jpxRjr_oB9Q/s320/COLLEGE+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After I finished recording my Christmas album (you can purchase your own copy for $5.99), I took finals and officially finished my first semester of the accounting program. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I am currently enjoying my Christmas vacation, and up to this point it has been exceptional. I spent Christmas Eve and Christmas with Waynkle, Elainkle, Tim, Tanya, and Marisa. We had a great time.  Marisa has recenlty learned how to lounge from her Grandpa Wayne.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151901426822068482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/R387DT-OuQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EixfsYxpAUc/s320/COLLEGE+304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151901422527101170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/R387DD-OuPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WilneVAHIFo/s320/COLLEGE+298.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then I took a quick trip to Texas for my good friend Desiree's wedding. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151903484111403282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/R3887D-OuRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8aSEcJk1mTc/s320/COLLEGE+376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We are so glamorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151903488406370594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/R3887T-OuSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/J6CpVAchg6E/s320/COLLEGE+377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once I got home from Texas, Elaine and Haylie left for Chicago to go visit Carin and Trent and the girls. So I decided it would be an excellent idea to stay with Kari and Matt in the O.C. for the week. Well, nobody told me that Kari started her very own boot camp--she woke me up at 6:30 every morning to run 4 miles, and on Thursday we ran almost 6 miles. Basically, the next time you all see me and Kari we will be ripped out of our minds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's pretty much my life up-to-date. I guess we will have to wait and see what January has in store. 2008 should be great!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday to Tim, Cade, and Brynn!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/228866727886183162-3367121895857568770?l=saraphart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/feeds/3367121895857568770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=228866727886183162&amp;postID=3367121895857568770' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/3367121895857568770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/3367121895857568770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/2008/01/look-whos-back.html' title='Look Who&apos;s Back!!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038906163122017009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/R383ST-OuNI/AAAAAAAAADs/a9YtPeeAzKc/s72-c/COLLEGE+286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228866727886183162.post-4922444443301264969</id><published>2007-10-11T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:58:55.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' my way up on the TOTEM pole</title><content type='html'>So I was talking to Kari on the phone today and we were discussing who was the favorite and reasons why we are &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; the favorite, and I got to thinking....I am definitely moving my way up on the list, and here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad likes me because&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am majoring in accounting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I haven't crashed a car in over two years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My one and only guess for PHD was "perfect husband and dad"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom likes me because&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I don't live at home anymore, so she doesn't have to worry about me ditching school and requesting that she lie for me to cover it up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I've grown out of the "toilet papering Cortlin Roper" stage (or have I??) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. She's gotten over the fact that I dye my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I am still not the golden child, I'm just sayin....Tim you better watch out. hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have to say that I am the only one who gets to take pictures of just myself and one of the parentals:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120512505216623058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/Rw-2_m1h4dI/AAAAAAAAACc/I_E6wurlPKI/s320/Fall+2007+UAC+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120512500921655746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/Rw-2_W1h4cI/AAAAAAAAACU/bZcDA6vE6fg/s320/Fall+2007+UAC+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I know you are all jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And real quickly, I just want to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to Mom! You are the best mom in the world. I love you and miss you so much. I hope you have a great day!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trent, Carin, Janna, and Stone Happy Birthday to all of you too!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/228866727886183162-4922444443301264969?l=saraphart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/feeds/4922444443301264969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=228866727886183162&amp;postID=4922444443301264969' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/4922444443301264969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/4922444443301264969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/2007/10/movin-my-way-up-on-todem-pole.html' title='Movin&apos; my way up on the TOTEM pole'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038906163122017009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/Rw-2_m1h4dI/AAAAAAAAACc/I_E6wurlPKI/s72-c/Fall+2007+UAC+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228866727886183162.post-6785230410287974495</id><published>2007-09-12T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:42:05.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School, school, and more schoooooool</title><content type='html'>I've been in school for almost three weeks now, and let me tell you, it feels like an eternity. I'm really enjoying the accounting program, but it is a LOT of work. My classes are everyday from 12:30-3:20 and I study in the library from the time I get out of class until eight or nine pm, come home, eat some food, play a little guitar hero, do some &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; homework, go to bed, wake up in the morning around eight and finish the rest of my homework, then go to class and it starts all over again. Hahahaha sounds really fun, right??? Tim knows what I'm talking about. Some days there isn't as much homework as others but I'm usually pretty busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are definitely some great perks to being in the program though. For example, there is always some kind of event going on with free dinner or free lunch and we get to go to fun events and listen to great lectures. Two Fridays ago we got to do the "Pit Crew Challenge". A race car team from Canada goes around the country giving motivational lectures to different corporate companies and to a few selected Universities, BYU being one of them. So we got to break up into teams and take turns changing the tires of a real race car as fast as we could. I was the chief executive for my team, which basically meant that I didn't get to do anything awesome, I just made sure everything was going according to plan (I even had a clipboard to make me look official). It was a pretty fun experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the Pit Crew Challenge--I'm the one in the jumpsuit. I looked like a baller hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/Ruh-YFjU36I/AAAAAAAAAB8/zSU1KUNf7M8/s1600-h/Fall+2007+UAC+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109472729524133794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/Ruh-YFjU36I/AAAAAAAAAB8/zSU1KUNf7M8/s320/Fall+2007+UAC+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/Ruh-YVjU37I/AAAAAAAAACE/8kqEqB272Ck/s1600-h/Fall+2007+UAC+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109472733819101106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/Ruh-YVjU37I/AAAAAAAAACE/8kqEqB272Ck/s320/Fall+2007+UAC+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/Ruh-YljU38I/AAAAAAAAACM/5dvxWrQoKa8/s1600-h/Fall+2007+UAC+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109472738114068418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/Ruh-YljU38I/AAAAAAAAACM/5dvxWrQoKa8/s320/Fall+2007+UAC+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was my team. The guy standing next to me was on my co-ed soccer team last winter. He's the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/Ruh981jU35I/AAAAAAAAAB0/GeMw5xhde0o/s1600-h/Fall+2007+UAC+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109472261372698514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/Ruh981jU35I/AAAAAAAAAB0/GeMw5xhde0o/s320/Fall+2007+UAC+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past Tuesday President Hinckley spoke for the weekly devotional at BYU. Of course it was amazing, as always, to hear him speak in person. My favorite part is the incredible spirit you feel as he walks into the Marriot Center, there is no way to deny he is a Prophet of the Lord. He spoke on the Thirteenth Article of Faith, emphasizing the first line of being honest, true, chaste, benevolent, virtuous, and in doing good to all men. It was great!!! I feel so blessed to be able to attend BYU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Friday night I went to the homecoming spectacular which is a huge performance of all the great performing groups at BYU.  For the whole second half of the show the Mormon Tabernacle Choir performed along with the Orchestra at Temple Square.  It was awesome.  I saw Brody on the big screen a few times, and Heidi watched him through her binoculars hahahaha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are a few of the big events that have been going on for me lately.  I'll be sure to post more pictures next time.  I love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/228866727886183162-6785230410287974495?l=saraphart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/feeds/6785230410287974495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=228866727886183162&amp;postID=6785230410287974495' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/6785230410287974495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/6785230410287974495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/2007/09/school-school-and-more-schoooooool.html' title='School, school, and more schoooooool'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038906163122017009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/Ruh-YFjU36I/AAAAAAAAAB8/zSU1KUNf7M8/s72-c/Fall+2007+UAC+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228866727886183162.post-2936872861344695157</id><published>2007-09-02T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T15:49:52.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG POLICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alright everyone, I know I haven't blogged in a reeeeeeeeeally long time and I just got busted by the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;blog police&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aka Luke Lee so here it goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am officially back in Cougar Town and it's been pretty hectic since I've been back. Lisa drove up with me and we got to Provo Wednesday evening. The drive went by really quick, probably because we listened to the High School Musical 2 soundtrack practically the whole way up. I guess Troy Bolton is just really inspiring or something. It was great. Then I had to move in and unpack and of course I've got to get back in the social scene since I won't have much of a social life once school starts. Heidi and I have done some fun things this week. We went swimming in the Provo River with some of her friends from home and we went wake boarding on Utah Lake and we went to the girls' volleyball game and of course the football game yesterday. It's been fun, but I feel like I've been going non stop since I got here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and church was fun today, our ward seems like it is going to be a lot of fun. It starts at 9 am which is pretty unfortunate when you're a college student, but at least I'll be able to take my Sunday naps again. Oh and Luke's brother Danny is in my ward so that will be fun. But here is the weirdest thing that happened at church today. So the guy that is giving the Sunday School lesson today starts telling this story about his family and he starts talking about his triplet uncles and how his grandfather was in the military and how President Hinckley came to his grandfather's funeral and the whole time he's telling this story I'm thinking to myself that this sounds all too familiar. So after the lesson Lisa and I ask him if he has any Rozsa's in his family and his face lit up and he said, "Yeah, that's my mom's maiden name." Then we told him that his uncle Doug was our bishop back home and sooo Jordan Rozsa's cousin is in my ward. Pretty funny stuff. It's such a small world within the church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'm pretty anxious to start my classes because I'm not really sure what to expect. All I know is that there will be a lot of boys in my classes, so that should be pretty interesting. I'm taking 3 accounting classes in a block from 12:30-3:30 everyday. Other than that I'm taking a religion class on Thursday nights and I have a soccer class on Monday and Wednesday at 9 am. It should be a pretty fun semester. I'll be sure to let you all know how my first day goes. Oh and I'll post some pictures of my apartment once we're all moved in and it's not such a huge mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's great to be back up at school, but I already miss everyone at home. I haven't posted any pictures from Sarah and Drew's wedding so enjoy. It was a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bridesmaids outside the temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105823513968285906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/RtuHbyPqmNI/AAAAAAAAABk/s26eJieTirg/s320/Sarah+and+Drew%27s+Wedding!!!!+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dad's mankle at the wedding dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105823243385346242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/RtuHMCPqmMI/AAAAAAAAABc/1RzdLAJtsvw/s320/Sarah+and+Drew%27s+Wedding!!!!+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Drew Calder--weird!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106033713962719458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/RtxGnCPqmOI/AAAAAAAAABs/2EDDYCYQo7s/s320/Sarah+and+Drew%27s+Wedding!!!!+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/228866727886183162-2936872861344695157?l=saraphart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/feeds/2936872861344695157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=228866727886183162&amp;postID=2936872861344695157' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/2936872861344695157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/2936872861344695157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-police.html' title='BLOG POLICE'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038906163122017009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/RtuHbyPqmNI/AAAAAAAAABk/s26eJieTirg/s72-c/Sarah+and+Drew%27s+Wedding!!!!+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228866727886183162.post-7883516346025434711</id><published>2007-08-02T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T00:04:44.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Victim of Poor Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although I do not have any children of my own to provide poor parenting to, I definitely have had some poor parenting performed on me recently. Mom and Dad may say otherwise, buuuuuut I would like to give everyone else the opportunity to decide for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You know you are getting "poor-parented" (yes that's a verb) when you are 20 years old and you come home from school at BYU and you get moded from your job that you thought was set in stone and then your parents get out the whip and make you do excrutiating manual labor even after you find out that you got into the accounting program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Manual labor job number 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094352663921282146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/RrLGwb2XzGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XndlsazOLnQ/s320/Summer+2007+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; I got tricked into doing this project. Mom made it sound like it was going to be really fun because I would get to pick the color of the paint and redecorate the bathroom and make it look really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094353290986507378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/RrLHU72XzHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VJYbxwhTyks/s320/Summer+2007+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, nobody mentioned the part about wallpaper being the worst thing in the world to take off. I spent three days with that lame steamer in a sweltering bathroom....painful. And that was only the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094353290986507394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/RrLHU72XzII/AAAAAAAAAA0/PktCEdhQLdQ/s320/Summer+2007+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It turns out that painting a bathroom all by myself with no help...isn't as fun as I thought it would be. Today I came home from working with Dad all day and then painted the bathroom until 11 o'clock at night. Oh, and the job isn't done yet. I still have to finish painting the ceiling white. All I know is that it's not going to look too wonderful because I'm not Michaelangelo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now if you don't think &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; is poor parenting then take &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; into consideration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Manual labor job number 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taking this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094357650378312850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/RrLLSr2XzJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iJH3fXAhCMo/s320/Summer+2007+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And turning it into this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094357654673280162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/RrLLS72XzKI/AAAAAAAAABE/zrfDTbcawwo/s320/Summer+2007+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Keep in mind that all of these files don't get up and walk themselves across the street from Public Storage into Dad's office. I have to load up all the files into my car and then carry them up to Dad's office on a dollie in some more sweltering heat. Then I sit at the shredder for 8 hours a day and shred and shred until my poor little fingers can't shred anymore. This week alone I've shredded over 70 trash bags full of little shreds.  Oh and not to mention, my back KILLS from lifting boxes of files and then sitting upright at the shredder all day long. Oh and painting the ceiling in the bathroom isn't helping the cause either. If I didn't already get back problems from Grandma Fitz then I'll probably get a few back problems from this Summer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My life is rough, I know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mom won't even let me take a break from painting to go visit my sister Kari for a day, and Dad won't give a break from shredding to go to my nephew Weston's birthday party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is how I feel at the end of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094360863013850290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/RrLONr2XzLI/AAAAAAAAABM/30_wdyTa4EU/s320/Summer+2007+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now you can all be the jury and make the judgment call of whether I am a victim of poor parenting or not. &lt;/strong&gt;&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/228866727886183162-7883516346025434711?l=saraphart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/feeds/7883516346025434711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=228866727886183162&amp;postID=7883516346025434711' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/7883516346025434711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/7883516346025434711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/2007/08/victim-of-poor-parenting.html' title='A Victim of Poor Parenting'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038906163122017009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/RrLGwb2XzGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XndlsazOLnQ/s72-c/Summer+2007+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228866727886183162.post-8968241104048755867</id><published>2007-07-27T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T01:03:38.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So in case you didn't read Kari's post about me getting into the accounting program, I'll tell you for myself. I found out last Tuesday that I was accepted into the School of Accountancy at BYU. I received my acceptance online at the school website. I was sooooo nervous to click the button that said "View Decision", I seriously thought I was going to pee in my pants. But I was very glad when I finally got the courage because this is what the next screen said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are pleased to offer you admission to the Accounting Program commencing Fall 2007.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;And that was it!!! It felt so good. Now I have a future. hahaha I think Dad was even more excited than I was, I had to tell him over the phone because he was in Tuscany aka Tucson Arizona, but I don't think I've ever heard Dad get that excited about anything before, so that was kinda fun.  I start the Junior Core classes in the Fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;I guess now that I'm going into my Junior Year of college, and I'm not a teenager anymore, I'm officially a grown up and that is why I had to start my own blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh and in conclusion I hope you enjoy these pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091782860434033746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/RqmliL2XzFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Z96yqIL7IvM/s320/BYU+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091782856139066434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/Rqmlh72XzEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lIBw71EYzBs/s320/BYU+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I seriously hope there is a water slide in Aspen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh and I too can't wait for the Virgin Islands next Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/228866727886183162-8968241104048755867?l=saraphart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/feeds/8968241104048755867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=228866727886183162&amp;postID=8968241104048755867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/8968241104048755867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/8968241104048755867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-big-news.html' title='My Big News'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038906163122017009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpu4Q_Yk3NM/RqmliL2XzFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Z96yqIL7IvM/s72-c/BYU+167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228866727886183162.post-8452003042010236947</id><published>2007-07-27T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T00:12:48.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, it looks like I got sucked in too</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey family, look who it is.  I figured if EVERYBODY else has a blog, then I better join the partaaay.  Also, it will be pretty useful once I'm all by myself up in Utah so that you can all see how I'm doing, and I can fill you in on all of my gossip.  Well, I love you all.  Kari and Matt, I hope you survive your trek this weekend because I'll be sad if you don't, and also you would be moded for sure because you would be wearing Pioneer outfits and we will have to bury you in those clothes. hahahaha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/228866727886183162-8452003042010236947?l=saraphart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/feeds/8452003042010236947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=228866727886183162&amp;postID=8452003042010236947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/8452003042010236947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/228866727886183162/posts/default/8452003042010236947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraphart.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-it-looks-like-i-got-sucked-in-too.html' title='Well, it looks like I got sucked in too'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038906163122017009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
