<?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-6374539393734501592</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:27:32.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World of Spackle</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the world of Spackle. That's me. A 26 year old sales girl with too much time on my hands. I have a few great friends who keep me very entertained and love me no matter what and best of all I have a beautiful chihuahua!!! PITA!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SarahAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07241615413489072532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374539393734501592.post-4880831363563609310</id><published>2010-07-02T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T12:01:47.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates in the world of Sarah</title><content type='html'>SO on my afternoon off...Thank you Comcast. I developed a writing mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So updates in my world. &lt;br /&gt;1. New job is going great. Comcast is an amazing company to work for and a great place to learn and grow. &lt;br /&gt;2. I am really loving church and Sunday school.&lt;br /&gt;3. We have found a house and are going to buy it. SO EXICTING!!! &lt;br /&gt;4. I miss Texas sometimes but not as often as I should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit here and a little bit there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374539393734501592-4880831363563609310?l=thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4880831363563609310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374539393734501592&amp;postID=4880831363563609310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/4880831363563609310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/4880831363563609310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/updates-in-world-of-sarah.html' title='Updates in the world of Sarah'/><author><name>SarahAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07241615413489072532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374539393734501592.post-4809497477306465074</id><published>2010-03-29T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:17:38.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghosts of Ex-Boyfriends Past</title><content type='html'>So all women have them...wait excuse me...most women have them. Fortunate ones stuck with their first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who...why is it that they always come out of the blue. You are never expecting to hear or speak to them again and then randomly one day out of the blue they come and find you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?? Is there a point? Not usually. They mess with your mojo and mess with your head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts of Boyfriends Past...GO AWAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374539393734501592-4809497477306465074?l=thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4809497477306465074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374539393734501592&amp;postID=4809497477306465074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/4809497477306465074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/4809497477306465074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/ghosts-of-ex-boyfriends-past.html' title='The Ghosts of Ex-Boyfriends Past'/><author><name>SarahAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07241615413489072532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374539393734501592.post-6744075608365799073</id><published>2010-03-24T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:30:39.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully this will make you smile too</title><content type='html'>Earlier in the week when we talked about the habits of happy people, many of you mentioned the small pleasures you enjoy that are worth more than anything money can buy, like walking on the beach and flying paper airplanes with your children. Since one of the key tenets of happiness is being able to savor small pleasures, here's a list of 101 delights that are worth enjoying today (not all in one day, though!). Let's try to come up with 101 more in the comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coloring (yes, grown-ups can do it, too) &lt;br /&gt;crisp cotton sheets &lt;br /&gt;soft skin &lt;br /&gt;old family recipes &lt;br /&gt;the first daffodils of spring &lt;br /&gt;sleeping in &lt;br /&gt;an exercise endorphin high &lt;br /&gt;window boxes &lt;br /&gt;a perfect cup of coffee &lt;br /&gt;a genuine compliment (giving or receiving) &lt;br /&gt;the way babies smell &lt;br /&gt;a handwritten letter &lt;br /&gt;waking up in a good mood...for no real reason &lt;br /&gt;singing in the shower &lt;br /&gt;finding a couple forgotten dollars in your pocket &lt;br /&gt;doing something nice for your neighbor &lt;br /&gt;a home cooked meal &lt;br /&gt;laughing &lt;br /&gt;movie theater popcorn &lt;br /&gt;playing hookey &lt;br /&gt;a bubble bath &lt;br /&gt;swimming &lt;br /&gt;an afternoon nap &lt;br /&gt;street musicians &lt;br /&gt;your favorite song &lt;br /&gt;saying thank you &lt;br /&gt;helping someone in need &lt;br /&gt;old fashioned photo booths &lt;br /&gt;fresh whipped cream &lt;br /&gt;inspiring blogs &lt;br /&gt;a glass of wine &lt;br /&gt;rainy afternoons &lt;br /&gt;the funny things kids say &lt;br /&gt;a novel you can get lost in &lt;br /&gt;finding the perfect piece of clothing...on sale &lt;br /&gt;clean laundry &lt;br /&gt;the wind in your hair &lt;br /&gt;treating the person behind you at the drive-thru &lt;br /&gt;sharing an umbrella &lt;br /&gt;the smell of lavender &lt;br /&gt;a long walk that clears your head &lt;br /&gt;a bear hug &lt;br /&gt;The Beatles &lt;br /&gt;smiling at a stranger &lt;br /&gt;eating with chopsticks (Chinese food optional) &lt;br /&gt;butterflies &lt;br /&gt;staying in your pj's all day &lt;br /&gt;singing along to the radio and knowing all the words &lt;br /&gt;fresh herbs &lt;br /&gt;ordering in pizza &lt;br /&gt;happy endings...even if they're fictional &lt;br /&gt;flying a kite &lt;br /&gt;puppies &lt;br /&gt;root beer floats &lt;br /&gt;holding open the door... &lt;br /&gt;...or having someone hold the door for you &lt;br /&gt;fountain soda &lt;br /&gt;white, fluffy towels &lt;br /&gt;sunshine &lt;br /&gt;spending an afternoon at a museum &lt;br /&gt;really great advice &lt;br /&gt;green lights all the way home &lt;br /&gt;the sound of rain hitting the windows &lt;br /&gt;sitting in a booth &lt;br /&gt;holding hands &lt;br /&gt;a great hair day with no effort &lt;br /&gt;building a fort with your kids &lt;br /&gt;when someone falls asleep with their head on your shoulder &lt;br /&gt;fireflies &lt;br /&gt;the perfect taco &lt;br /&gt;geraniums on a windowsill &lt;br /&gt;slow dancing &lt;br /&gt;the smell of fresh-baked bread &lt;br /&gt;cheesy, uplifting musicals &lt;br /&gt;great stories &lt;br /&gt;the smell of gasoline &lt;br /&gt;the cold side of the pillow &lt;br /&gt;love letters &lt;br /&gt;old friends... &lt;br /&gt;...new friends &lt;br /&gt;a pull-through parking space &lt;br /&gt;a baguette -- crisp on the outside, airy on the inside &lt;br /&gt;when a dog licks your hand &lt;br /&gt;sitting at the counter at an old-fashioned diner &lt;br /&gt;using your favorite dishes &lt;br /&gt;reading your child a bedtime story &lt;br /&gt;Girl Scout Cookies &lt;br /&gt;flossing &lt;br /&gt;kissing someone you love &lt;br /&gt;the smell of onions and garlic cooking &lt;br /&gt;hot chocolate &lt;br /&gt;jumping in puddles &lt;br /&gt;old photographs &lt;br /&gt;birds hopping on the sidewalk &lt;br /&gt;Ella Fitzgerald &lt;br /&gt;a spoonful of peanut butter straight from the jar &lt;br /&gt;your softest t-shirt &lt;br /&gt;a new magazine in the mail &lt;br /&gt;fireplaces &lt;br /&gt;having exact change &lt;br /&gt;bacon and pancakes cooking on Saturday morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374539393734501592-6744075608365799073?l=thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374539393734501592.post-5824733928396298165</id><published>2009-10-27T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T05:27:17.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity</title><content type='html'>So yes...I am jumping on the bandwagon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to lose weight. Not only for appearances but to start a more healthy lifestyle. You see over the past 3 years at my job I have put on about 30 lbs. Not the best thing for a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who....last night was my first night of Insanity. A workout developed by the creator of P90X. After the workout ---exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my muscles hurt A LOT, but that is okay. I am more motivated and ready to be more healthy by Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374539393734501592-5824733928396298165?l=thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5824733928396298165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374539393734501592&amp;postID=5824733928396298165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/5824733928396298165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/5824733928396298165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/insanity.html' title='Insanity'/><author><name>SarahAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07241615413489072532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374539393734501592.post-1138722425180556165</id><published>2009-08-05T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:22:19.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear Starbucks Barista,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is great to see you today. You seem to make my day brighter and I am so happy to wake up to your smiling face...after I have had my coffee!!! So please tone it down a bit, don't mess with me at 6:45am on a Monday, and no I do not want the Strawberry banana smoothie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caffiene please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Can't wait to see you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374539393734501592-1138722425180556165?l=thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1138722425180556165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374539393734501592&amp;postID=1138722425180556165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/1138722425180556165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/1138722425180556165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/starbucks-letter.html' title='Starbucks Letter'/><author><name>SarahAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07241615413489072532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374539393734501592.post-7818881055309419604</id><published>2009-07-21T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:49:31.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a bit of a rant</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of things in life that are not “fair.” These are things where you think about them and feel as though you have gotten the short end of the stick.&lt;br /&gt;There is currently one thing in my life that keeps on eating at me and I think to myself…yup..that is not “fair.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really what can you do. You cannot change that past or the situation. You might as well accept it. Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my very short rant for today. Happy Tuesday everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374539393734501592-7818881055309419604?l=thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7818881055309419604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374539393734501592&amp;postID=7818881055309419604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/7818881055309419604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/7818881055309419604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-bit-of-rant.html' title='Just a bit of a rant'/><author><name>SarahAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07241615413489072532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374539393734501592.post-805982271444359071</id><published>2009-06-29T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:53:03.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first half of 2009</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my half birthday. It is always easy to remember when it is because it is smack dab in the middle of the year. Looking back at this year there have been a lot of changes.  The year started off with a bang on the Pub Crawl. Definitely a good birthday. Then it progressed. Trip to Phoenix to see my Nicole. First vacation since I was 20. Well deserved. House hunted. Said goodbye to Mr. Cranky Pants. Debated on a new apartment. Enjoyed the single life for a bit. Worked a lot. Met my Asian anomaly. ( A name perfected by Amanda Hug and Kiss) Mended a friendship. Last grandparent died. Trip to P-Town. Trip to Houston to see The Astros.  Re-Joined a gym.Said goodbye to Baby Borris.  That is it. A short recap of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definately looking forward to the rest of 2009. What can a girl expect?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374539393734501592-805982271444359071?l=thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/805982271444359071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374539393734501592&amp;postID=805982271444359071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/805982271444359071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/805982271444359071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-half-of-2009.html' title='The first half of 2009'/><author><name>SarahAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07241615413489072532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374539393734501592.post-5394723740135921909</id><published>2009-06-09T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:01:33.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend away</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend I got a weekend away. This is something that I must do more often. I am going to strive for once every other month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya and I left for H-Town at 10:30a on Sunday. It was quite exciting to go on a full on out mini0-break. We drove and drove and drove and got to H-Town around 2pm. Had some delectable lunch and then got lost in downtown H-Town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once located our hotel, we went upstairs to freshen up and relax a bit. :) So after that we were off to the game. Our seats weren't half bad and surprisingly the Pirates won by 2. Ya was very excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dinner, drinks and deep deep conversation. After the evening concluded off to bed. Did I mention I got locked out of my hotel room butt naked??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definately an experience. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374539393734501592-5394723740135921909?l=thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5394723740135921909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374539393734501592&amp;postID=5394723740135921909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/5394723740135921909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/5394723740135921909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-away.html' title='A weekend away'/><author><name>SarahAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07241615413489072532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374539393734501592.post-5456717624886826033</id><published>2009-05-28T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:28:12.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working out in the morning.</title><content type='html'>Today was my first attempt to work out in the morning. I do have to say at 8am, I feel awake refreshed and ready to take on the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5:15 am I did not feel that way. You see I am very cheesy. I slept in my work out clothes…minus one binding piece of clothing. I kept thinking to myself. I must get up…I must get up. So when the alarm went off at 5am what did I do…SNOOZE!!! Well after about 5 minutes I realized I must wake up.  So jumped out of bed and put on the binding piece of clothing and walked the dogs. Poor Borris and Pita…this was the fastest walk of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in the car at 5:15a. Still very sleepy. I tried to find the quickest route. This was probably not the best idea. Did I mention I was very sleepy. So I  was turning from Louis Pastuer onto Babcock and what did I do….I decided to off road on the concrete median in the middle of the road. After my near car destroying experience I made it to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 minutes of cardio and done. So it was only 6:15 and I was home by 6:20…after getting ready for work..I was done by 6:40 and had nothing to do. NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the office by 7am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this working out in the morning thing..but I am just going to have to time it and not hit median. Wish me luck tomorrow!!! Oh and wish that I will make it through work today without falling asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374539393734501592-5456717624886826033?l=thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5456717624886826033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374539393734501592&amp;postID=5456717624886826033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/5456717624886826033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/5456717624886826033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/working-out-in-morning.html' title='Working out in the morning.'/><author><name>SarahAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07241615413489072532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374539393734501592.post-2790283017317586276</id><published>2009-05-13T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:53:05.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever take a  minute and think about yourself 5 years ago and wonder what happened?</title><content type='html'>I have been doing that lately. So five years ago I was a young brisk 21. I had no real responsibilities except to go to school, to work almost full time and to being a sorority girl. It was the summer of my junior/senior year.  I was in the Pre-Law Institute and was certain that I was going to be a lawyer. My goal was to make a splash and keep on going.  I was single at the time and knew exactly what I wanted to be. I went out a few nights a week with my friends and pretty much just goofed around. My friends where good to me at the time. They listened to me and consoled me when necessary. I lived in a small apartment with Pita and was quite content. The world was my oyster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 5 years later. I am a fabulous 26. I have all the responsibilities in the world. After all no one takes care of me but me. I work quite a few hours a week…usually 50 to 60 and I am a subpar sorority girl. I work in advertising as an account executive, something that I originally started just to get my foot in the door but then decided that I kind of like it---except for the STRESS.  I have made a bit of a splash and do not anticipate going anywhere anytime soon. I am in an “adult” relationship with a wonderful new boyfriend who I learn things about every day…(I am still trying to come up with a name for him on here…so if you have any suggestions just let me know.)  My friends are the same although I have found some new ones and lost some old ones. I still live in a small apartment but now it is Pita and Borris. I have now decided to be more positive in my life. Looking at the glass half full. The world has moved from my oyster to well a bigger oyster. Well enough cheese for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come in a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374539393734501592-2790283017317586276?l=thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2790283017317586276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374539393734501592&amp;postID=2790283017317586276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/2790283017317586276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/2790283017317586276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-ever-take-minute-and-think-about.html' title='Do you ever take a  minute and think about yourself 5 years ago and wonder what happened?'/><author><name>SarahAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07241615413489072532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374539393734501592.post-2849279632409879311</id><published>2009-04-22T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:31:56.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So life is good</title><content type='html'>Right now I have to say it life is pretty good. I have made some serious changes over the past few months and I am really starting to get happy about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First: I am leaving my job. That is right. The second cubicle on the right is going to be empty at KENS for awhile. I found a job with a great company where I will have an opportunity to grow. &lt;br /&gt;2. Second: I have found a guy who actually seems to make me happy. We are in the beginning stages so far so good.(More on this to come) &lt;br /&gt;3. Third: Spiritual well being. I have decided that I am going to endeavor to go to church. This is something that is good for the heart and even the soul. &lt;br /&gt;4. Fourth: Physical health. I am trying to be more health. Meaning drinking more water, eating less crap and exercise.&lt;br /&gt;5. Fifth: I have decided that I want to grow as a person....so I am thinking either cooking class, learning an instrument or maybe even dance lessons. We will see&lt;br /&gt;6. Sixth: Last but not least I have decided that I want to pursue more education. Not sure what quite yet. We will see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now...more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374539393734501592-2849279632409879311?l=thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2849279632409879311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374539393734501592&amp;postID=2849279632409879311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/2849279632409879311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/2849279632409879311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-life-is-good.html' title='So life is good'/><author><name>SarahAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07241615413489072532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374539393734501592.post-1847343087192077295</id><published>2009-04-06T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:29:08.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Manic Monday...um but not manic</title><content type='html'>So today was just another typical Monday.....so let's recap the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday....so much fun. Off to the Rampage game with BS. BS was actually quite fun. We enjoyed the dollar beer and of course BS knew the bartender. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the game we made a stop to see the ladies. Interesting enough both parties asked if they embarrassed me. :) I thought it was quite comical. The girls where all talking about getting some and BS was throwing in his own comments. This bar was followed by a stop at Whataburger. Nothing like a Cheeseburger after drinking. Then off to another bar...and yes BS knew the bartender. At this bar I had a very unique shot of TWACK. At least I think that is what that is called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We where then off to another bar, the infamous LONDON. A song of Karaoke and then...well the rest of the night will not be discussed here. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent on the couch watching a 14 hour mini series on Hallmark. Lame but kept me entertained. I did however take a break to go to the dog park. I love the dog park. It is a great place to just enjoy the outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent with the family. Lunch with my brother, invaded the parents at about 2 and then home. After getting a bit bored I went off to Amanda Hug and Kisses'. Got to love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She better not drink my beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374539393734501592-1847343087192077295?l=thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1847343087192077295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374539393734501592&amp;postID=1847343087192077295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/1847343087192077295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/1847343087192077295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-another-manic-mondayum-but-not.html' title='Just Another Manic Monday...um but not manic'/><author><name>SarahAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07241615413489072532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374539393734501592.post-3455043906408479168</id><published>2009-04-05T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:47:16.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Six Random Thoughts About Me</title><content type='html'>1. On a tough day I like to just drive. No destination intended just drive.&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to pretend that Borris can drive. :) I always put him on my lap and let him drive, being that he is a wiener dog he is just long enough to sit on my lap and put his paws on the top of the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;3. I eavesdrop a lot. &lt;br /&gt;4. I google myself about once a month.&lt;br /&gt;5. I google ex-boyfriends.( Not all the time...just randomly)&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't wash my clothes enough. &lt;br /&gt;7. My feature that I like least is my smile. &lt;br /&gt;8. I have come to the conclusion that I am not hot or sexy but pretty. That is okay.:)&lt;br /&gt;9. I use :) way to much in e-mail to my clients. &lt;br /&gt;10. Accents make me swoon!!&lt;br /&gt;11. I am addicted to my blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;12. I love Coors Light....the beer that made drinking all day possible.&lt;br /&gt;13. Sometimes I wish I had a different major in college.&lt;br /&gt;14. Sometimes I wish I would have gone away to school, like I was suppose to.&lt;br /&gt;15. My favorite time of day is when I am with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;16. To me my car is perfect. &lt;br /&gt;17. I don't have a favorite place to eat out but I love to eat out.&lt;br /&gt;19. I often misspell: convenience and restaurant. ( I had to spell check those) &lt;br /&gt;20. I think about moving to another city about once a week.&lt;br /&gt;21. I wish my mom and I had more in common. &lt;br /&gt;22. I love that my friends and I can talk about flatulent.&lt;br /&gt;23. I wish I could go to work in jeans. &lt;br /&gt;24. I really like tall men but never seem to end up with them..&lt;br /&gt;25. I am becoming a workaholic.&lt;br /&gt;26. I love water. I never use to like it but now I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that you have spent a few minutes reading these you will know a bit more about me. Happy reading!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374539393734501592-3455043906408479168?l=thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3455043906408479168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374539393734501592&amp;postID=3455043906408479168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/3455043906408479168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/3455043906408479168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/twenty-six-random-thoughts-about-me.html' title='Twenty Six Random Thoughts About Me'/><author><name>SarahAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07241615413489072532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374539393734501592.post-1727683271061536680</id><published>2009-03-31T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:24:28.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Bark Complainer</title><content type='html'>Dear dog bark complainer,&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I do. I want my dogs to bark at 12am every night. I want to be woken up out of a deep sleep by a high pitched bark. I DON'T THINK SO&lt;br /&gt;It is my full intention to sabotage your night. I want my dogs to wake you up so you can’t sleep. &lt;br /&gt;It was considerate of you to tell me that the walls are thin and that the sound goes up the walls. Well I know that!!! I know that because I hear the stomping on the ceiling. I hear the water running through the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time don’t just stand on your stairs and tell me it is an issue and stand there for a solution. I have no control over it. They are small protective dogs. I personally would rather have them bark at a noise then completely ignore it. I don’t know something about being a female on the first floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dog bark complainer if you have a solution please let me know. If not move into a house or an apartment with thicker walls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs neighbors with the loud dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374539393734501592-1727683271061536680?l=thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1727683271061536680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374539393734501592&amp;postID=1727683271061536680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/1727683271061536680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/1727683271061536680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/dog-bark-complainer.html' title='Dog Bark Complainer'/><author><name>SarahAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07241615413489072532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374539393734501592.post-7924724481112205150</id><published>2009-02-17T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:16:38.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Older</title><content type='html'>So I was talking to my friend Amanda Hug and Kiss tonight and I realize I use to be wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously what happened?? When did I become all responsible???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to become grown ups??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374539393734501592-7924724481112205150?l=thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7924724481112205150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374539393734501592&amp;postID=7924724481112205150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/7924724481112205150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/7924724481112205150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-older.html' title='Getting Older'/><author><name>SarahAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07241615413489072532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374539393734501592.post-8159865510384387963</id><published>2009-01-27T14:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:40:30.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sales</title><content type='html'>A day in the life of sales girl….how exciting it may be at times. NOT. I came into work today and sat in my car for 20 minutes reading. I got out at 7:32 and my boss was walking up. He commented that I was late. (May I mention that my exact hours are 8:30a-5:30p) I go in and check my pre-empts. For those of you not in the industry it means my spots that did not place. I then go get coffee. During this coffee break before we are actually suppose to be here my manager, well not me manager more like my mentor, tries to motivate me to set an Eckstein Summers appointment. Um sure. Then training on new software and then phone calls to clients. Appointments. The next part of the day is filled with appointments.  For example today I dropped of brownies in almost icy weather and then a presentation at a store that wasn’t even open. Let us not forget picking up a dub. These are what is filling my calendar. J&lt;br /&gt;I then heard from an advertiser that he would like me to pull some spots….ugh. This is not my favorite thing. You see I sympathize with all of my clients. If I could do everything they wanted me to do I would. I would give them every spot that was available. I genuinely want to help them.  I don’t think that a lot of sales people do. Sometimes I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I will be doing a year from now…will it be this????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374539393734501592-8159865510384387963?l=thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8159865510384387963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374539393734501592&amp;postID=8159865510384387963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/8159865510384387963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/8159865510384387963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/sales.html' title='Sales'/><author><name>SarahAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07241615413489072532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374539393734501592.post-4508959410594452119</id><published>2009-01-18T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:06:47.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting</title><content type='html'>So today I began the daunting task of hunting for a house. It is not only daunting  because it is a big step in my life but also because it kind of symbolizes something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means that I am going to stay in San Antonio for awhile. Yes...I know you can just as easily sell a house as you can buy a house but still it is a big step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to stay that is interesting how people treat their houses. One of the houses I went to had torn up linoleum and a shed in the back with a mattress, dresser and beer cans. Yikes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in good news tomorrow I am off. Wahoo for 3 day weekends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374539393734501592-4508959410594452119?l=thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4508959410594452119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374539393734501592&amp;postID=4508959410594452119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/4508959410594452119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/4508959410594452119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/house-hunting.html' title='House Hunting'/><author><name>SarahAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07241615413489072532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374539393734501592.post-2082059792475454085</id><published>2009-01-06T06:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:46:58.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Begining of A New Year</title><content type='html'>So today is a New Year! This is my first post of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;2009 is going to be a great year for me. It began in a fabulous way with me and Mr. Cranky Pants bringing in the New Year on a pub crawl. The next day was followed with shopping with Molly Jean.&lt;br /&gt;Friday…back to work.  What a pointless day?? I really wonder what I was thinking not taking Friday off. At least we got out early. I then proceeded to go out with my favorite work buddy, MJ.&lt;br /&gt;That night was ladies night and we did it right. Out to the Heat, Peg Leg, and the Bohnam. Now that is what I am talking about. The weekend that followed was rather subdued.&lt;br /&gt;And now back to work full force or at least that is what I am saying for now.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry you all. I will get the hang of this blogging thing and make my life more entertaining then it actually is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374539393734501592-2082059792475454085?l=thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2082059792475454085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374539393734501592&amp;postID=2082059792475454085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/2082059792475454085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374539393734501592/posts/default/2082059792475454085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryofasalesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/begining-of-new-year.html' title='The Begining of A New Year'/><author><name>SarahAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07241615413489072532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gAX3ud0yOxM/SFLxylsDMfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UI-gt5o84nI/S220/New+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
