tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184427078478918692024-03-13T15:06:16.475-05:00Savvy Stitcherhandmade with loveSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.comBlogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-67761669150249416002010-12-13T23:13:00.002-06:002010-12-13T23:16:14.847-06:00Do Good AnywayPeople are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.<br /><br />If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.<br /><br />If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies. Succeed anyway.<br /><br />If you are honest and sincere, people may deceive you. Be honest and sincere anyway.<br /><br />What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight. Create anyway.<br /><br />If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway.<br /><br />The good you do today will often be forgotten. Do good anyway.<br /><br />Give the best you have, and it will never be enough. Give your best anyway.<br /><br />In the final analysis, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.<br /><br />~Mother Teresa<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-92167553718146479782010-10-12T22:00:00.002-05:002010-10-12T22:08:43.361-05:00it's been too long...Hi, all! Believe it or not, I'm still here! I have been <span style="font-style: italic;">unbelievably </span>busy with nursing school. Pretty much, when I'm not studying, I'm too busy relaxing to blog. I miss you guys though! School has been pretty eventful, and I have a lot to tell you about, but it unfortunately won't be tonight. I have way too much studying to do. I have my next big exam on Friday--the 3rd one so far. I can't even believe that the semester is like half over already. I will be finished with school before I know it! I can't believe it has gone so quickly. I also can't believe how long it's been since I last blogged. If anyone actually enjoys reading my posts, then you have my utmost apologies for not posting! I am going to try to start back with atleast once a week. There may be more narrative than craft, but I will try to share some projects I'm working on, too.<br /><br />I hope everyone is doing well! I promise to check in with more soon! (I will tell you all about my first time giving an injection, which was today, and was so great! There were no tears shed by me or my patient, so I think that was a success!...Maybe because I didn't tell her I was an injection virgin;) haha!)<br /><br />Be back soon!<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-9492510321699795522010-09-08T15:31:00.002-05:002010-09-08T15:37:44.407-05:00GTKY: 9.8.10<center><a href="http://mannland5.com/"><img src="http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad217/mannmom3/GettingtoknowYOU.jpg" border="0" alt="Getting to know YOU" /></a></center><br /><br />1. Do you like seafood?<br />I don't really like seafood that much. I like fried fish and popcorn shrimp. Basically, I like fish that doesn't taste like fish. <br /><br />2. Are mermaids hot?<br />I think, in real life, mermaids would be super creepy, so no. I don't think mermaids are hot.<br /><br />3. Have you swam in the ocean?<br />Swam? Is that correct? Swum? Yea, I guess it's swam. Yes, I love swimming in the ocean! The beach is my favorite place to vacation.<br /><br />4. If you got stung by a jellyfish, would you let a stranger pee on you?<br />I wouldn't be at the beach alone. If I was, I doubt I could talk a stranger into peeing on me anyway. But yea, if I was in pain, go for it. Still gross.<br /><br />5. Have you ever pee'd in the ocean?<br />Yes I have. Many times. The lake, too.<br /><br />6. Can you make a cute fish face? (Show a pic..if you want)<br />Of course!<br /><br />7. When you see the lobster tank at the grocery store do you just have this overwhelming urge to set them free or cook them up?<br />Neither. I like to tap on the glass though, which they never seem to notice.<br /><br />8. Are you afraid of sharks?<br />Definitely. I'm afraid of anything lurking under the water that I can't see and that might want to bite me.<br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-86189205606552719572010-09-01T19:06:00.003-05:002010-09-01T19:18:39.771-05:00you have awesome people skills...A True Story<br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">19-year-old nursing student:</span> How old are you?<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">me:</span> 26<br /><span style="color:#009900;">19-year-old nursing student:</span> Oh my gosh! You're old!<br /><span style="color:#009900;">me:</span> ... {speechless. Mr. Savvy Stitcher is 35. He must be geriatric.}<br /><br />later...<br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">same 19-year-old nursing student:</span> You're so short!<br /><span style="color:#009900;">me:</span> So are you.<br /><span style="color:#009900;">same 19-year-old nursing student:</span> No, I'm not. I'm like 3 inches taller than you!<br /><span style="color:#009900;">me:</span> No, you're not.<br /><span style="color:#009900;">same 19-year-old nursing student:</span> Yes I am!<br /><span style="color:#009900;">me:</span> How tall are you?<br /><span style="color:#009900;">same 19-year-old nursing student:</span> 5'2". How tall are you?<br /><span style="color:#009900;">me:</span> 5 foot<br /><span style="color:#009900;">same 19-year-old nursing student</span>: Nuh uh!<br /><span style="color:#009900;">me:</span> Yes, I am. You're two inches taller.<br /><br /><br />I hope her bedside manner is better than her friend-makin' skills.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-9508731607235925932010-08-31T22:03:00.010-05:002010-08-31T22:22:48.581-05:00Post It Note Tuesday: 8.31.10<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TH3FU_Lna7I/AAAAAAAABrM/mQNdflaDMqM/s1600/1.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511778483319565234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TH3FU_Lna7I/AAAAAAAABrM/mQNdflaDMqM/s320/1.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TH3FP3T-ZII/AAAAAAAABrE/q_WaS2pa3yQ/s1600/2.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511778395307795586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TH3FP3T-ZII/AAAAAAAABrE/q_WaS2pa3yQ/s320/2.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TH3DwCoAVcI/AAAAAAAABq8/kQNHIvMdrYo/s1600/3.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511776749077157314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TH3DwCoAVcI/AAAAAAAABq8/kQNHIvMdrYo/s320/3.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TH3Di_e00HI/AAAAAAAABq0/-TR_HSTC9K8/s1600/4.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511776524895047794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TH3Di_e00HI/AAAAAAAABq0/-TR_HSTC9K8/s320/4.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TH3DdhWHgVI/AAAAAAAABqs/HS7gHA3dufk/s1600/5.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511776430906114386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TH3DdhWHgVI/AAAAAAAABqs/HS7gHA3dufk/s320/5.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TH3DSqM8jwI/AAAAAAAABqk/vRYILa8uLAo/s1600/6.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511776244305006338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TH3DSqM8jwI/AAAAAAAABqk/vRYILa8uLAo/s320/6.png" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-31216980609285487332010-08-30T13:40:00.006-05:002010-08-30T14:02:31.132-05:00Week 3: Day 1Onto my 3rd week of nursing school. I can honestly say that I am loving it, but the panic has now set in. My first exam is on Thursday. The panic mainly comes from not really knowing <em>how</em> to study at this point. Hopefully I will know how to study for the 2nd exam, but for now, I'm just flying by the seat of my pants. I can safely say that everyone else is freaking out, too, so atleast it's not just me. I cannot wait to have this exam behind me.<br /><br /><br />Clinicals start NEXT WEEK. This is crazy and unbelievable. Are they really going to trust me with actual patients?! Yes, yes they are. But with lots of supervision, I promise. And there will be no needles involved, thank God.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511279912540081090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/THv_4WSyi8I/AAAAAAAABqU/Ot3EKADwd-k/s320/213676368v10_480x480_Front.jpg" /><br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-62328163322249625902010-08-23T15:16:00.004-05:002010-08-23T15:24:18.240-05:001 Week DownI know I've been MIA lately, but I was busy getting through my first week of nursing school. I made it! 1 down, many more to go! After the first week, I'm still really excited {thank goodness!} and think I've made the right decision. I've learned that there is a whole lot more to nursing than just giving medications and doing physical exams. Things I never really would have even thought of. I hope I'll be a good one.<br /><br />I've also done some crocheting when I get the chance, you'll be glad to know. I am really hoping to get some mary jane slippers in the shop very soon. I've had a few custom orders though that I've been working on, which is why I haven't gotten any listed yet. Maybe I can stay this busy to help fund school. I have to admit that I had a bit of a panic attack last week, but it has thankfully passed. Going from working 40 hours a week to being a 3/4 time student and having your afternoons empty is quite a transition. Not to mention the unemployment part again. We're cutting back and will continue to do so, but it's pretty scary. Plus, I've learned just how lonely quiet afternoons can be when everyone else is working. I was made to work. I could never not work. Not just the being busy part, but the social aspect. I hate how quiet it is when I'm home alone all afternoon. It's so weird. Atleast when I was in college the first time around I was a traditional student and had friends who were around all the time. It's so much different this time around. I will probably just go to the public library and study because there's too much temptation to take a nap or do something else when I'm at home. Atleast at the library I can force myself to study. There's not much to study just yet, but I know it's coming. And I know I'll come to the point where I'm thankful for these empty afternoons, but right now it's still an adjustment.<br /><br />I'll keep you updated!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view¤t=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-13905357655255238872010-08-13T16:07:00.003-05:002010-08-13T16:17:20.587-05:00Bittersweet SymphonyToday is my last day of work. I only have 20 minutes remaining. I should be ecstatic, but I'm not. I'm happy, and I'm looking forward to this new adventure, but I'm incredibly melancholy at leaving behind the people I have come to know so well over the past 3 years. I have made lifelong friends and some wonderful acquaintances--many of whom I will miss seeing on a daily basis. I know without a doubt that I'm making the right decision, and frankly, I have come to hate the job, but it's always hard for me to leave the people. I have learned something from each of them and will remember them always. Others I will be glad to never see again, but that comes with the territory. Several people have come by today to let me know how much they will miss me, which makes me feel great. Some of them were quite unexpected even, so you never know who you're making an impression upon. I plan to come back periodically and visit, but that's still to be determined. Even the best laid plans sometimes don't come to fruition. There are several people who I hope to keep in touch with, but even that might last. But suffice it to say that this job has molded me in more ways than one and while I'm glad to be moving on, I'm thankful that I have traveled this road.<br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-80612009171128404152010-08-10T09:48:00.008-05:002010-08-10T09:51:52.630-05:00PINT: 8.9.10<p align="center"><a href="http://supahmommy.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-it-note-tuesday-what-will-you-say.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s27/dperry_2007/superstickies-413-1.png" /></a></p><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TGFnOC9aFtI/AAAAAAAABpY/rdCHPxUU2ZI/s1600/1.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503793710633719506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TGFnOC9aFtI/AAAAAAAABpY/rdCHPxUU2ZI/s320/1.png" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TGFnK1TurqI/AAAAAAAABpQ/1eY2BR270N8/s1600/3.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503793655429639842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TGFnK1TurqI/AAAAAAAABpQ/1eY2BR270N8/s320/3.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TGFnH8DWbLI/AAAAAAAABpI/iXdcyvxxhMw/s1600/2.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503793605700381874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TGFnH8DWbLI/AAAAAAAABpI/iXdcyvxxhMw/s320/2.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TGFnEwCt75I/AAAAAAAABpA/Vr0xqFeM0vc/s1600/4.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503793550936895378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TGFnEwCt75I/AAAAAAAABpA/Vr0xqFeM0vc/s320/4.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TGFm_IuuHSI/AAAAAAAABo4/YkrhNvrrn70/s1600/5.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503793454484692258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TGFm_IuuHSI/AAAAAAAABo4/YkrhNvrrn70/s320/5.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TGFm8ZCwVEI/AAAAAAAABow/Y2peqKatiDI/s1600/6.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503793407324083266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TGFm8ZCwVEI/AAAAAAAABow/Y2peqKatiDI/s320/6.png" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TGFm2JnUyWI/AAAAAAAABoo/3jUa46oepDY/s1600/39655_615174947829_51801135_35077398_2380578_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503793300103285090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TGFm2JnUyWI/AAAAAAAABoo/3jUa46oepDY/s320/39655_615174947829_51801135_35077398_2380578_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div> </div><div><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-76813201205616043612010-08-09T10:12:00.005-05:002010-08-09T11:02:50.627-05:00One More Week and a New ToyI am very pleased to announce that I am now in possession of a new (to me) embroidery machine! A family friend traded hers in last week for an upgrade, and since it is in wonderful condition, I got an upgrade myself! I haven't actually embroidered anything with it yet, but I have tried out the sewing machine function and it's, quite frankly, amazing. I thought I had a good sewing machine, but I was obviously wrong. This one is fantastic. I won't go into the details, but I feel sorta professional now. The very very exciting thing about the new embroidery machine is that I can now embroider up to 6 inches x 10 inches. With the old machine, I could only do up to 4 inches x 4 inches. This is a huge difference! The possibilities are endless! :) I will definitely keep you all updated on my new projects;)<br /><br />Speaking of new projects, here is my newest: the Little Buns Diaper Changing Mat.<br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503433810111399970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TGAf5FCQiCI/AAAAAAAABoM/izLWzK4wJxY/s320/38818_617018608119_51801135_35143328_2953209_n.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503433992520782434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TGAgDskC0mI/AAAAAAAABoU/4yoVKpGCK5s/s320/38944_617018139059_51801135_35143325_6129741_n.jpg" />I thought this turned out really cute and is a great use for fabric that I really love and hate using on small projects. </p><p>In other news, I start nursing school in exactly one week. I really can't even wrap my head around the fact that I will be a full-time student again. I'm nervous and scared, but also very excited. For once in my life, I feel certain about the career path I am on. Yesterday's sermon also reinforced to me that I am doing the right thing. The sermon series our pastor started yesterday is about raising Godly children, and while I do not have children yet, it really spoke to me. Not just about how I want to raise my future children, but also about the person I want to be. The pastor stated that he thinks people have such limited goals when it comes to their lives and the lives of their children. The goal of most parents is to try to make sure that the world doesn't change their children, but a parent's goal should really be to enable their children to change the world. I thought this was an amazing message. Not only do I want my children to change the world, but I, too, am still young enough to change the world, and that is my goal. I don't feel that my current job would ever enable me to do that, but I think Nursing will. I have felt very convicted lately to step out of my box and do whatever I can to help others and show them Christ through my actions. I pray daily that I can be that type of person. It's a constant battle, but God is bigger than I am. I know He desires for others to know Him and He wants to work through me. This is an honor I will work to fulfill!</p><p>Blessings and peace to you! I hope you are having a wonderful Monday!<br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a> </p>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-80250741015695264012010-08-04T14:49:00.005-05:002010-08-04T15:20:22.768-05:00Only Wednesday?!<div>Is it really only Wednesday? I feel like it should be Friday already, and yet it also feels like Monday. Funny how that works.<br /><br />I went yesterday and purchased my scrubs for clinicals and was pleasantly surprised with the price, which is a first when it comes to this nursing school business. Everything seems overpriced. I swear they have 40 dollared me to death. I'm also fairly certain that books for this semester alone will be close to $1,000. I now understand what my parents went through when I got my Bachelor's degree. I knew college was expensive, but I just didn't know HOW expensive. It's much more real when you pay for it yourself. Thanks, Mom and Dad! Have I mentioned how stressed I am about the student loan process, too? I'm convinced there's something I'm going to forget to do, then I'll get kicked out of school for not having filled out some pertinent paperwork. Then I'll die. Or I'll get to the bookstore and they won't be able to charge my books to my loan, then I'll have to start with no books, then I'll die. Do you see where this is going? All roads lead to death.<br /><br />Have I also mentioned how psyched I am to be leaving my job? This place just gets crazier and crazier. Plus, I'm fairly certain my new boss doesn't like the way we do anything because we still do it the way the old boss wanted it done. Do you know how hard it is to completely change the way you do your job? It takes time and lots of retraining. It's not easy! Give us some slack, huh? Plus {don't tell him, but} I think the old way is better anyway. It seems like things just don't actually ever get done around here anymore. Maybe I'm just burnt out and jaded. Probably. But office morale is nearly at an all-time low since my tenure here began. It's not a healthy work environment, to say the least. But I digress...Back to nursing school!<br /><br />Like I was saying, I got my scrubs for clinicals, along with my very own stethoscope and pen light. I feel like a true nursing student now! I'm pretty sure I could save lives with just these two accessories. I can't wait to get started!<br /><br />I've also been working my little fingers to the bone by crocheting every free minute of the evening after work. I feel that I should be making better progress, but I <em>am</em> getting a bit quicker. I finally listed a <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/53053308/custom-mary-jane-slippers-for-women">custom listing for women's Mary Jane slippers in the shop</a>, so if there's a certain color combo you want, let me know:) Otherwise, I'm still working on getting several pairs made up to put in the shop that will be ready to ship when they're ordered as many of you have requested {I'm so honored!}. This is a pair that was given away by <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.innerhooker.etsy.com">Inner Hooker</a> on her <a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Inner-Hooker/185829030931?ref=ts">Facebook business page</a>. The winner picked a great color combo--avacado and yellow.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TFnLCJUaBvI/AAAAAAAABfE/07GIpQW707s/s1600/35945_616271540249_51801135_35118523_8146141_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501651657531459314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TFnLCJUaBvI/AAAAAAAABfE/07GIpQW707s/s320/35945_616271540249_51801135_35118523_8146141_n.jpg" /></a><br />I'm hoping I can crochet my way through nursing school since I'm quitting my job. *hint hint* So if you feel a hankering for some Mary Janes, I'll be glad to "hook" you up! Ok, I know....that was a terrible joke, but I couldn't resist;)<br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a> </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-38848356844867260352010-08-02T12:46:00.003-05:002010-08-02T13:05:05.896-05:00Not Me Monday<p align="center"><a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/" target="_blank"><img alt="Mckmama- Not Me Monday" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg" /></a></p><div align="left"><br /><br />Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">MckMama</a>. You can head over to <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">her blog</a> to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.<br /><br /><div align="left"><ul><li>I did not have some unidentified bug of some sort yesterday.</li><li>And I did not <em>finally</em> drag my ass out of bed at 11:15 a.m. just to go straight to the couch.</li><li>And I did not lay on the couch all day long without moving except for bathroom breaks until 5 pm when I could no longer stand the fact that I had not showered yet.</li><li>And I did not head straight back to the couch the minute I got out of the shower.</li><li>I also did not finally finish a baby gift this weekend that my mom asked me for over 2 months ago. Thank goodness the baby still isn't hear yet, so I did beat that deadline atleast.</li><li>I did not have my least-favorite recurring dream last night where I am back in high school and cannot remember my locker number or my locker combination once I find my locker, and I cannot remember my class schedule or where my classes are located.</li><li>I did not wake up in a cold sweat so relieved it was just a dream.</li><li>And I would not rather be given Chinese water torture than go back to high school.</li></ul></div><p align="left">No, not me!</p><p align="left">What did you "not" do this weekend?</p><p align="left"><br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a><img class="gl_align_left" border="0" alt="Align Left" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /><br /></p></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-6193774742662904352010-07-29T14:33:00.003-05:002010-07-29T14:43:12.656-05:00Getting to Know You: 7.29.10<center><a href="http://mannland5.com/"><img border="0" alt="Getting to know YOU" src="http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad217/mannmom3/GettingtoknowYOU.jpg" /></a></center><p><br /><br /><span style="color:#339999;">1. Thong or Granny Panties?<br /></span>I hate thongs. Must have been invented by a man. I only wear them when I have to. But my cotton undies are SO not granny panties. Frankly, I'm offended by this question.<br /><br /><span style="color:#339999;">2. If you see a guy with his fly down, do you tell him?<br /></span>Hells no. Unless it's my husband. That is way to awkward. He'll already be embarassed when he realizes it, so why should we both suffer?<br /><br /><span style="color:#339999;">3. Spanx or no Spanx?</span><br />No Spanx. I hope I never have to go there, but who knows.<br /><br /><span style="color:#339999;">4. Do you sleep in your sheets?<br /></span>What? Why would I have sheets if I didn't sleep on them, or in them, or whatever? This question is weird. Yes. I sleep in my sheets...<br /><br /><span style="color:#339999;">5. What is your favorite Disney character?</span><br />I'm not 6. I don't have a favorite Disney character. I find this also to be an odd question.<br /><br /><span style="color:#339999;">6. Dream vacation spot?<br /></span>Hawaii! I would love to go there on extended vacay, or live there. Really, either way.<br /><br /><span style="color:#339999;">7. What is your dream job?<br /></span>Who knows. I guess right now it's nursing. But if I could do something in which I can take care of animals all day, I'd love that. Maybe working on a farm. I know, it sounds crazy, but animals are one of God's best creations in my opinion.<br /><br /><span style="color:#339999;">8. Who is your hero and why?</span><br />Jesus is my hero. He saved me. I talk to Him every day and He gets me through everything.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a><br /></p>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-2182938944267121912010-07-27T15:47:00.009-05:002010-07-27T15:50:04.448-05:00Post-It Note Tuesday: 7.27.10<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TE9GLmCxtrI/AAAAAAAABZc/XluQrnnDAxI/s1600/1.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498690835047364274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TE9GLmCxtrI/AAAAAAAABZc/XluQrnnDAxI/s320/1.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TE9GIVsVncI/AAAAAAAABZU/RykViwGJV9Y/s1600/2.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498690779118673346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TE9GIVsVncI/AAAAAAAABZU/RykViwGJV9Y/s320/2.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TE9GFV00idI/AAAAAAAABZM/6HIJ_0yPNGw/s1600/3.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498690727614646738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TE9GFV00idI/AAAAAAAABZM/6HIJ_0yPNGw/s320/3.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TE9GCSyOI7I/AAAAAAAABZE/_hv5Mipe6bo/s1600/4.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498690675258827698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TE9GCSyOI7I/AAAAAAAABZE/_hv5Mipe6bo/s320/4.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TE9F-xq5IqI/AAAAAAAABY8/xO8olzReZaI/s1600/5.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498690614830113442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TE9F-xq5IqI/AAAAAAAABY8/xO8olzReZaI/s320/5.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TE9F73LBcbI/AAAAAAAABY0/pTvUxN-z9_A/s1600/6.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498690564767445426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TE9F73LBcbI/AAAAAAAABY0/pTvUxN-z9_A/s320/6.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TE9F5Cs4r_I/AAAAAAAABYs/KdOJ4bCq6u8/s1600/7.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498690516322660338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TE9F5Cs4r_I/AAAAAAAABYs/KdOJ4bCq6u8/s320/7.png" /></a><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://supahmommy.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-it-note-tuesday-what-will-you-say.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s27/dperry_2007/superstickies-413-1.png" /></a></p><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-52117882313700518732010-07-26T15:04:00.002-05:002010-07-26T15:10:47.918-05:00mmmmm....dessert<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TE3rlkNS6UI/AAAAAAAABYk/M5bki_kT1Yg/s1600/stressed-is-desserts-magnet-c11750035.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498309750696372546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TE3rlkNS6UI/AAAAAAAABYk/M5bki_kT1Yg/s320/stressed-is-desserts-magnet-c11750035.jpg" /></a><br /><div>O.M.G. I have so much to get done this week. Just thinking about it all makes me want to FREAK OUT! But I won't. I will remain calm. Serenity now!!!! I am unable to disclose the details of all that I have to do but here are a few things:</div><br /><ul><br /><li>family birthday dinner tonight</li><br /><li>homework and two tests for online class due by Saturday</li><br /><li>make 2 custom baby gifts </li><br /><li>Mr. Savvy Stitcher's birthday tomorrow</li><br /><li>birthday dinner at mom's house Wednesday night for Mr. Savvy Stitcher</li><br /><li>another item of major importance that cannot be discussed at this time for various reasons, {will fill you in later!} but know that it's time-consuming</li></ul><br /><p>Ahh! Will I get everything accomplished? I sure hope so! Maybe I need a Valium. Or a stiff drink. Yea...that'll get me through!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a></p>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-13726334341490772902010-07-21T13:51:00.005-05:002010-07-21T14:00:33.728-05:00Take Time To...I am always working on self-improvement. I don't use self-help books, I use the Bible. I get advice from friends. I talk to my mother. Most importantly, I pray. Today is one of those days where I'm trying to remember to be the bigger person. This is not always easy. I would definitely rather be petty and childish and just do back what is being done to me. But I won't. Today I will choose the higher road. Tomorrow, who knows? Hopefully I'll choose the same, but<br /><br />I have to take it day by day.<br /><br />Today I stumbled upon this <a href="http://issasarza.com/paper-projects/take-time-to/">tutorial</a> at Kind Over Matter for a Take Time Jar. I think this is a great idea and plan to make one for myself.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496435183903413922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TEdCrauFlqI/AAAAAAAABYc/a7Z2HE5gb-Q/s320/take-time-jar4-1023x790.jpg" /><br />I love little reminders like this. <a href="http://issasarza.com/paper-projects/take-time-to/">Issa Sarza</a>, the creator of this tutorial, has included photos, as well as a free download for the words to put on the glass beads. Very cute! Thanks, Issa and Kind Over Matter!<br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-44246428555386025952010-07-20T16:06:00.004-05:002010-07-20T16:09:37.832-05:00PINT: 7.20.10<p align="center"><a href="http://supahmommy.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-it-note-tuesday-what-will-you-say.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s27/dperry_2007/superstickies-413-1.png" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TEYQMktV8JI/AAAAAAAABYI/1HHyKVTVux8/s1600/1.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496098203450601618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TEYQMktV8JI/AAAAAAAABYI/1HHyKVTVux8/s320/1.png" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TEYQJYC6c2I/AAAAAAAABYA/kvCXeKAOkuE/s1600/2.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496098148511806306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TEYQJYC6c2I/AAAAAAAABYA/kvCXeKAOkuE/s320/2.png" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TEYQF2rqY3I/AAAAAAAABX4/zqsFIpQIqFg/s1600/37883_614350974079_51801135_35046021_4277426_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496098088016307058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TEYQF2rqY3I/AAAAAAAABX4/zqsFIpQIqFg/s320/37883_614350974079_51801135_35046021_4277426_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a></div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-42835894660961458222010-07-19T14:27:00.005-05:002010-07-19T14:43:22.818-05:00Getting to Know You: 7.19.10<center><a href="http://mannland5.com/"><img border="0" alt="Getting to know YOU" src="http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad217/mannmom3/GettingtoknowYOU.jpg" /></a></center><br /><p><br /><br />1. If you had to choose a country to live in besides the USA (or the country you live in), which would it be?<br /><br />Wow, this is really tough. I really have no idea! My first instinct is to say somewhere that is warm and sunny with beautiful beaches. I think Ireland would be pretty amazing, too. They have the most beautiful countrysides. Plus, I love Celtic things, but I'm not wearing a kilt.<br /><br />2. Which would be worse, wearing flip flops in the snow or wearing gloves in the summer?<br /><br />I guess flip flops in the snow. Gardeners wear gloves in the summer. And how long would I have to wear these gloves? For a perfect melancholy personality, I find these questions very difficult to answer sometimes. I really need more info...<br /><br />3. Fried or Bake and why? <br /><br />Fried...hello! Do you know anything that isn't better deep fried in lots of grease? I think not.<br /><br />4. If you were an entertainment reporter, which celeb would you love to interview and why? <br /><br />Johnny Depp, hands down. He's artistic, he's quirky, and he's super handsome. I also respect him as a fantastic actor, and not just a pretty face. {Though that face is definitely pretty.} I love that he only chooses projects that he respects. I also love that he hates the limelight and moved to France to live a quiet life with his family. They say you should never meet your idols because you would totally end up hating them. But I'd take that chance for Johnny.<br /><br />5. What was your favorite book as a preteen/teenager?<br /><br />That's a hard one because I have so many. I've always loved to read more than most anything. If I had to narrow it down to just one, I think it would be <em>To Kill a Mockingbird</em>. I also loved <em>Island of the Blue Dolphins</em> and <em>Til We Have Faces</em>.<br /><br />6. List your top 3 guilty pleasure television shows. <br /><br />Hannah Montana, American Idol, Glee {though I maintain that this show is quality programming}<br /><br />7. What bumper sticker slogan best describes you/your attitude/your life? <br /><br />"Mean people suck."<br /><br />8. If you were to join a circus - what performer would you be?<br /><br />I would definitely be the horse trainer. What an awesome job that would be. Except the traveling, the carnies, the creepy circus freaks, etc. Okay, maybe not such a cool job afterall.<br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view¤t=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-87021248595128095712010-07-19T11:13:00.006-05:002010-07-19T11:34:13.614-05:00Crochet Owl Earflap HatI bought this pattern last week from <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.innerhooker.etsy.com">Inner Hooker</a> and immediately fell in love. I finished my first one last night and it's now available in the shop! I am so pleased with the way it turned out:)<br /><br />What do you think?<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495655706886807730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TER9v4jWILI/AAAAAAAABVE/zTgHONwaDrA/s320/owl1.jpg" /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495655483210777746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TER9i3S0xJI/AAAAAAAABU8/moYz_Dqr5U0/s320/owl2.jpg" /><img class="gl_photo" border="0" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /></p><p>I'm going to start on a pink one tonight. I have lots of color combos in mind, so I hope they're a hit!<br /><br /></p><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-37512807912107555662010-07-17T15:24:00.002-05:002010-07-17T15:49:50.166-05:00If meddling was a sport...<strong><a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/meddling">Meddling</a></strong>: to involve oneself in a matter without right or invitation; to interfere officiously and unwantedly.<br /><br />If meddling was a sport, my family would be world champions. It drives me insane. More than insane. I truly can't imagine having so much interest in someone else's problems that I felt I had to stick my nose in and know every detail. Perhaps they don't have enough going on in their own lives? Who knows, but frankly, I'm sick of it. For instance, I had quite a blow out with my father the other day. It sucked, and I hate fighting with my family for any reason, and I'm still hurting. We've both apologized and I think we can eventually move on. Yes, I'm hurting. I said it. But I think that is reasonable. But what is NOT reasonable is the fact that now I'm hurting even worse because I know the rest of my family has been talking about something that has absolutely nothing to do with them. How do I know this? Because my cousin, who lives in a completely different state texted me last night to ask me about it. Not only the fact that we had the fight, but wanted details of something that doesn't even remotely pertain to her. Now, I don't blame her, because someone obviously had to contact her and tell her about the argument for her to even know about it. That's bad enough. But then she began to ask prying questions that I do not want to answer and that would just fuel the fire for the rest of my family if I did give my true, brutally honest opinion about things. However, I chose to plead the 5th. I have so many opinions I could write a book. But would someone take those opinions, misconstrue them as something that I'm stating as "fact", and spread my words like wildfire? Hell yes, they would. This is why I can no longer discuss my feelings or troubles with family members. Yes, this is sad. Yes, it sucks that I can't confide in them. But what sucks worse is the prying and meddling--involving oneself in a matter without RIGHT or INVITATION. It is absolutely unbeliveable.<br /><br />The question is, what do I do? I have asked myself this all day. It has taken all I have in me not to call and chew someone out. I know that wouldn't be the right thing to do because a) it would accomplish nothing, b) I feel that there is more than one person to blame, c) I'm trying to rid myself of drama and this would just be fueling the drama fire, and d) I don't like doing anything in anger. And right now I'm very damn angry. And when I'm angry, I say stupid shit that makes no sense and that doesn't accomplish anything. So, I will keep my mouth shut and my head down for now. I probably need time to breathe anyway. I also know that this will forever be the way my family behaves and communicates. What's hideous is that they do it under the guise of wanting to "help".<br /><br />Oh, and I'm sure that this blog post will fuel some fires, too. But what the hell...<br /><br />What would you do?<br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-31213691341350950442010-07-15T09:58:00.002-05:002010-07-15T10:03:03.487-05:00Blog Bash!<center><a href="http://www.notyouraverageteen.com/2010/06/would-you-participate.html" target="_blank"><img alt="Blog Bash" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af357/PhotosByBC/BlogBashButtonPink.png" /></a><br /></center><p><br />1.) Why do you blog? </p><p>I blog because sometimes I feel like I need an outlet to say what I need to say. I also LOVE the awesome blogger buddies I've made. There are some seriously wonderful lady bloggers out there and it's a wonderful community!</p><p>2.) What do you blog about? </p><p>I blog about anything that inspires me:) I also love to share the crafts I've been working on. </p><p>3.) What do you find to be the biggest reward you get from blogging? </p><p>I just love meeting new people! I also like it because it helps me keep friends and family updated on what I've been up to:)</p><p>4.) How long have you been blogging? </p><p>I guess I've been blogging for about a year now? Not totally sure! Time flies!</p><p>5.) Let's hear the story behind your blog title! :) </p><p>There's not much of a story behind the title. It's what I called my Etsy shop, and I really just came up with it :) I wanted the name to be something about stitching, of course, and I think the word Savvy is fun!</p><p><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a><br /></p>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-88528326358053506042010-07-14T15:10:00.004-05:002010-07-14T15:34:36.992-05:00Wordless Wednesday: 7.14.10<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TD4fQ0bsvVI/AAAAAAAABTw/nqKcWRQDQZU/s1600/11_large.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493862969251773778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TD4fQ0bsvVI/AAAAAAAABTw/nqKcWRQDQZU/s320/11_large.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a> </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-33948633563902064792010-07-12T11:59:00.010-05:002010-07-13T10:06:49.240-05:00Why I Love KentuckyThis past weekend I finally got some much-needed nature therapy. Doesn't it always seem like all of your troubles slip away when you go outside and enjoy God's creation? It does for me. Because I live here, I often take for granted the beauty that is Western Kentucky. I somehow manage to go months on end without appreciating the surrounding nature. On Saturday, I was able to get outdoors and enjoy this amazing farm.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAsKbiuW-5i2EIxlLFOLYuyZfTcQG0u-rA9JM8vwNjTCRGeLyPqsVAhjySoxJjNiCLAFREn3KjcJYPOES0_B9jstN8C9K1o2MQdmiEc8dG1Wp8GRJw3nLIdHOk1IQLEileNpvSIEwS8j8/s1600/36734_613086173749_51801135_35001567_6017652_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493402431292260178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAsKbiuW-5i2EIxlLFOLYuyZfTcQG0u-rA9JM8vwNjTCRGeLyPqsVAhjySoxJjNiCLAFREn3KjcJYPOES0_B9jstN8C9K1o2MQdmiEc8dG1Wp8GRJw3nLIdHOk1IQLEileNpvSIEwS8j8/s320/36734_613086173749_51801135_35001567_6017652_n.jpg" /></a> 7 acres...Yes, 7 acres, of sunflowers. One word: Amazing.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493405254883364306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS7zARH5eJgf5QhGtXZSPCnbSGLBBBHPm1UhAt1obRPJY1UIcoRF9IXiXP4ghmVYE8x7AhKHJbpukiSXYPTKlj8JJmP-QzDXXKHvw_liZ8o_N92pvaaTY7HNWG_NUVDaMJhr-9SI7m10g/s320/34571_613086248599_51801135_35001573_5902834_n.jpg" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuoTQYZLUUPWICgfa9AzAvNGHIP3DylAezUfqx4l1YTHRiz7HShg0l98j4jcvgYQ8h-ZFTbAOsuOHmY39FQ_d28hF28f62J4tyn_97OFwdEb0C_twiQShrVlYrokc3Y64pjuRccug4Qf4/s1600/34571_613086258579_51801135_35001575_6562545_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493402279368500402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuoTQYZLUUPWICgfa9AzAvNGHIP3DylAezUfqx4l1YTHRiz7HShg0l98j4jcvgYQ8h-ZFTbAOsuOHmY39FQ_d28hF28f62J4tyn_97OFwdEb0C_twiQShrVlYrokc3Y64pjuRccug4Qf4/s320/34571_613086258579_51801135_35001575_6562545_n.jpg" /></a>This is my mom's boyfriend, Niki. He's possibly one of the sweetest men I've ever met, and I hope he sticks around:) He's a good fisherman, too. Caught this fish in approximately 2 minutes flat. Yea, yea, we're all very impressed! haha! No, really, I am. You should see his cast. It's like precision perfect. </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDzmVmo8kcLJ4HjnAg_ASGzjfB2ul1ZMHQGPZpZYG2ajn5wpoaFlwNOU87rVQK3b0ADY7k09qDDzO74Jkkz8W1QFQnNO8-yFTF1r2_GPHv2JrtHuddOmhcJl62pyiwbT75Vb7zz0Hz5a8/s1600/35169_613087815459_51801135_35001620_3801145_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493401501949488754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDzmVmo8kcLJ4HjnAg_ASGzjfB2ul1ZMHQGPZpZYG2ajn5wpoaFlwNOU87rVQK3b0ADY7k09qDDzO74Jkkz8W1QFQnNO8-yFTF1r2_GPHv2JrtHuddOmhcJl62pyiwbT75Vb7zz0Hz5a8/s320/35169_613087815459_51801135_35001620_3801145_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpe-mO29r4D3E6gd-LqrgrsCrfsiwkTSyrrIgU7EVNPjhAZtdEcoZr_7beFFD0T9sKtya7RsaFEqsmihIpQHSCFZUcq9x02D6ZlLiJivowVZAyBSxZp2OcG9EP4b_-fOBdUvfRz4afu8Q/s1600/37328_613087860369_51801135_35001623_6482756_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493400595164963522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpe-mO29r4D3E6gd-LqrgrsCrfsiwkTSyrrIgU7EVNPjhAZtdEcoZr_7beFFD0T9sKtya7RsaFEqsmihIpQHSCFZUcq9x02D6ZlLiJivowVZAyBSxZp2OcG9EP4b_-fOBdUvfRz4afu8Q/s320/37328_613087860369_51801135_35001623_6482756_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV1bFoDYExHJPVL3Ho4koMfpk9q5B9CCQe5I87XWbBSPXYANyw1Vd87FbP_OJR3zWdJnKy1yzoGVHXcYNPtonuhUObpHXvOgURMMCNepxxNmUUQJrTyTd8sEpxN0F2uQPmHa_HPCHpuis/s1600/36482_613087935219_51801135_35001628_5895678_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493400518010169890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV1bFoDYExHJPVL3Ho4koMfpk9q5B9CCQe5I87XWbBSPXYANyw1Vd87FbP_OJR3zWdJnKy1yzoGVHXcYNPtonuhUObpHXvOgURMMCNepxxNmUUQJrTyTd8sEpxN0F2uQPmHa_HPCHpuis/s320/36482_613087935219_51801135_35001628_5895678_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfEKVD7_9XVxrFYYeFasj-saCbDZ1eLJSPJARt8NBWeDEGaoY5hiLNMQWXjR1Uaz8sva2XIorXZ8qC7ykSjWrp3HKspudJzh5mZG1iQm3Ipsc2LAMC_f_T9PKasd4WaAxpu5ENCjm07A0/s1600/34442_613086677739_51801135_35001592_5337491_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493399830074247874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfEKVD7_9XVxrFYYeFasj-saCbDZ1eLJSPJARt8NBWeDEGaoY5hiLNMQWXjR1Uaz8sva2XIorXZ8qC7ykSjWrp3HKspudJzh5mZG1iQm3Ipsc2LAMC_f_T9PKasd4WaAxpu5ENCjm07A0/s320/34442_613086677739_51801135_35001592_5337491_n.jpg" /></a><br />Niki manages this farm, which is so cool. What a job. We get to go back this weekend. I'm super excited:)<br /><br /><div><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-73485916808712868452010-07-09T13:17:00.005-05:002010-07-09T13:36:26.479-05:00Favorite Bible Verses<div>Today I'm joining Kelly's Korner's Show Us Your Life. The theme is Favorite Bible Verses. </div><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491974353864096130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TDdpk72f-YI/AAAAAAAAA94/3JeUWWSyvkM/s320/1024x768_sparrow.jpg" /><br /><em>Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. </em>Luke 12:6-7 </p><p><br /><em>Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.</em> Matthew 6:34<br /></p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TDdrTqxF_mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/NeCRu989cJ0/s1600/3096752698_6d10aa9e6e.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491976256243498594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TDdrTqxF_mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/NeCRu989cJ0/s320/3096752698_6d10aa9e6e.jpg" /></a> Worrying is pretty much my M.O., so when I start to worry, I remember these verses.<br /><br />What are your favorites?<br /><br /><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118442707847891869.post-3303638355295702852010-07-08T16:05:00.008-05:002010-07-08T16:21:40.922-05:00Thing I Like Thursday: Another Etsy Edition!<div align="center">My name is Sara, and I'm an Etsy addict. Here are some of my faves this week:<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491646910809322690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TDY_xPapNMI/AAAAAAAAA9o/3m4FFr2Poiw/s320/il_430xN_145302358.jpg" /> <p align="center"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/47478832/polka-dot-infant-knit-cap-with-owl">Polka Dot Hat with Owl Embellishment by BubblegumandPigtails</a><br /></p><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491645699902735490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TDY-qwcBBII/AAAAAAAAA9g/j5sS50aVXXY/s320/il_430xN_153120265.jpg" /><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/49943759/little-buns-changing-mat-pdf-ebook">Little Buns Changing Mat PDF/Tutorial by bellasymphony</a><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491645320242749986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TDY-UqGBYiI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/vxEIb6oJkHM/s320/il_430xN_109117385.jpg" /><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/36475109/little-owl-on-the-moon-leather-cord">Little Owl on the Moon by zoozjewelry<br /></a></div><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TDZAzP8tOoI/AAAAAAAAA9w/h4LWZFKBwVI/s1600/il_430xN_154752542.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491648044823558786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0xkIJw6ro/TDZAzP8tOoI/AAAAAAAAA9w/h4LWZFKBwVI/s320/il_430xN_154752542.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/50432725/kyle-the-raccoon-wool-felt-applique">Kyle the Racoon by Cuore</a><br /><div align="left"><br /><br />Only one more day to the weekend!<br /><br /><br /></div><p align="left"><a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/?action=view&current=signature2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss357/savvystitcher/signature2.jpg" /></a></p><div align="center"></div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01080036401167775659noreply@blogger.com3