<?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-1944272005467419324</id><updated>2011-07-28T08:34:41.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What one can achieve after a cup of coffee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-3309414168328124372</id><published>2010-10-27T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:28:37.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Moved!</title><content type='html'>I'm moving my blog to a more fitting place- my website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join me at &lt;a href="http://www.sarahsilverphotography.ca"&gt;www.sarahsilverphotography.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to seeing you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-3309414168328124372?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/3309414168328124372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=3309414168328124372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/3309414168328124372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/3309414168328124372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve Moved!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-480175180389884399</id><published>2010-10-09T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T11:54:40.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parksville Alley Crawl</title><content type='html'>We spent 90 mins combing the alleys of Parksville, looking for ugly grungy places. The locations were a blur of garage doors, exposed brick walls and loading docks. But all we unearthed was beauty. These ladies were a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TLC5sciGi5I/AAAAAAAABFA/-YQYmGaHiq4/s1600/006_PV_alley_8352urban_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TLC5sciGi5I/AAAAAAAABFA/-YQYmGaHiq4/s320/006_PV_alley_8352urban_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526120916008209298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TLC5rxa9QVI/AAAAAAAABE4/Ddwogt7fbdI/s1600/006_PV_alley_8560sunsetcrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TLC5rxa9QVI/AAAAAAAABE4/Ddwogt7fbdI/s320/006_PV_alley_8560sunsetcrop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526120904435515730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TLC5rVdLW_I/AAAAAAAABEw/Mpkx7Pr-rPo/s1600/006_PV_alley_8511sunsetcrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TLC5rVdLW_I/AAAAAAAABEw/Mpkx7Pr-rPo/s320/006_PV_alley_8511sunsetcrop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526120896928635890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TLC5q8NlwmI/AAAAAAAABEo/yVMptTUPvik/s1600/006_PV_alley_8264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TLC5q8NlwmI/AAAAAAAABEo/yVMptTUPvik/s320/006_PV_alley_8264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526120890152370786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TLC5qQHHFqI/AAAAAAAABEg/wZkBgseL9Hw/s1600/006_PV_alley_8164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TLC5qQHHFqI/AAAAAAAABEg/wZkBgseL9Hw/s320/006_PV_alley_8164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526120878314034850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-480175180389884399?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/480175180389884399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=480175180389884399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/480175180389884399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/480175180389884399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2010/10/paksville-alley-crawl.html' title='Parksville Alley Crawl'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TLC5sciGi5I/AAAAAAAABFA/-YQYmGaHiq4/s72-c/006_PV_alley_8352urban_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-3039748729712491954</id><published>2010-10-06T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:34:13.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 acres of scenery as my backdrop</title><content type='html'>Relax was the word of the day on my last photoshoot. Held on their 5 acre piece of heaven in Qualicum Beach, the shoot went by in the blink of an eye. This lovely couple and their 4 year old son were an absolute dream to photograph. There were so many images to choose from but here are my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's the simplest moments that make the biggest impact. Here is father and son operating the excavator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TK1MVtWZSEI/AAAAAAAABEY/4_dum6mOQEI/s1600/007_Walz_8990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TK1MVtWZSEI/AAAAAAAABEY/4_dum6mOQEI/s320/007_Walz_8990.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525156253687957570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is every woman before a photoshoot, she was nervous about looking good for her portraits. But wow. Just look at her! Stunning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TK1MVbUWssI/AAAAAAAABEQ/KUOMqwsoTGE/s1600/007_Walz_8978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TK1MVbUWssI/AAAAAAAABEQ/KUOMqwsoTGE/s320/007_Walz_8978.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525156248847561410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just hear her laughter through this image? She has an infectious laugh and I think it shows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TK1MVBI5aEI/AAAAAAAABEI/rdFlKU6tQo8/s1600/007_Walz_8747sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TK1MVBI5aEI/AAAAAAAABEI/rdFlKU6tQo8/s320/007_Walz_8747sepia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525156241820182594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is small but big on personality. I think he was telling me a story while I shot this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TK1MU0WrQ3I/AAAAAAAABEA/spqLk8Vvwec/s1600/007_Walz_8732tight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TK1MU0WrQ3I/AAAAAAAABEA/spqLk8Vvwec/s320/007_Walz_8732tight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525156238388314994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father and son doing what they do best, hanging out and taking it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TK1MUjCzgeI/AAAAAAAABD4/W6gaDCPC6KQ/s1600/007_Walz_8683vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TK1MUjCzgeI/AAAAAAAABD4/W6gaDCPC6KQ/s320/007_Walz_8683vintage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525156233741566434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for an amazing shoot. I enjoyed every minute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-3039748729712491954?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/3039748729712491954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=3039748729712491954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/3039748729712491954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/3039748729712491954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2010/10/5-acres-of-scenery-as-my-backdrop.html' title='5 acres of scenery as my backdrop'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TK1MVtWZSEI/AAAAAAAABEY/4_dum6mOQEI/s72-c/007_Walz_8990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-4491449458353794373</id><published>2010-09-29T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:11:57.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parksville Alley Crawl</title><content type='html'>What do you get when you combine 4 gorgeous girls on a beautiful sunny afternoon in the alleys of the town of Parksville?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TKQNWvKFS7I/AAAAAAAABDw/OCdijhoemsE/s1600/006_PV_alley_8116W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TKQNWvKFS7I/AAAAAAAABDw/OCdijhoemsE/s320/006_PV_alley_8116W.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522553727330110386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun. Pure and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the shoot and can't wait to show more of it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sarahsilverphotography.ca"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;- coming soon!!!! (I can hardly contain myself at just 4 exclamation points!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-4491449458353794373?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/4491449458353794373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=4491449458353794373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/4491449458353794373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/4491449458353794373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2010/09/parksville-alley-crawl.html' title='Parksville Alley Crawl'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TKQNWvKFS7I/AAAAAAAABDw/OCdijhoemsE/s72-c/006_PV_alley_8116W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-2252529768002706231</id><published>2010-09-10T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T22:35:32.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new favorite!</title><content type='html'>Alright... I was going to save this one for myself. At least until the launch of my website! (getting there....) But if you have come over here to find this, then here is your special sneak peek. This one is definitely destined for my portfolio page. =)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TIsULqe_JhI/AAAAAAAABDo/HqtrxYIVVP8/s1600/004_Coonce_7414W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TIsULqe_JhI/AAAAAAAABDo/HqtrxYIVVP8/s320/004_Coonce_7414W.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515524359260677650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=35090&amp;id=157221117626766&amp;saved#!/pages/Parksville-BC/Sarah-Silver-Photography/157221117626766"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; fan page of this amazing little guy and his sweet baby sister!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-2252529768002706231?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/2252529768002706231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=2252529768002706231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/2252529768002706231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/2252529768002706231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-favorite.html' title='new favorite!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TIsULqe_JhI/AAAAAAAABDo/HqtrxYIVVP8/s72-c/004_Coonce_7414W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-2501963613931002258</id><published>2010-09-10T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T21:28:29.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This time of year</title><content type='html'>I love fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TIsET4jkDnI/AAAAAAAABDY/lWsdUMrAUgE/s1600/_MG_7674W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TIsET4jkDnI/AAAAAAAABDY/lWsdUMrAUgE/s320/_MG_7674W.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515506908290879090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a time of new beginnings for me, every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TIsETGy0jkI/AAAAAAAABDQ/5V_hZhltbqQ/s1600/_MG_7672W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TIsETGy0jkI/AAAAAAAABDQ/5V_hZhltbqQ/s320/_MG_7672W.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515506894933102146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year even more so with the onset of my new venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TIsESkljzVI/AAAAAAAABDI/OUbnDOOEYyU/s1600/_MG_7656W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TIsESkljzVI/AAAAAAAABDI/OUbnDOOEYyU/s320/_MG_7656W.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515506885750672722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids clearly enjoy fall as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TIsER7xJ8LI/AAAAAAAABDA/HCzHsT70saA/s1600/_MG_7636W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TIsER7xJ8LI/AAAAAAAABDA/HCzHsT70saA/s320/_MG_7636W.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515506874793455794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when it includes a visit from Uncle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TIsEUeLjXpI/AAAAAAAABDg/HZLaaAVojEc/s1600/_MG_7844W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TIsEUeLjXpI/AAAAAAAABDg/HZLaaAVojEc/s320/_MG_7844W.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515506918390718098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-2501963613931002258?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/2501963613931002258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=2501963613931002258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/2501963613931002258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/2501963613931002258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-time-of-year.html' title='This time of year'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TIsET4jkDnI/AAAAAAAABDY/lWsdUMrAUgE/s72-c/_MG_7674W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-6238017671286272250</id><published>2010-09-02T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:35:34.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporarily home</title><content type='html'>Work has begun on my photography website! I am so excited to show it to you all. But for now, this will be home. When the website is done, I will post here and move over to my new blog home within the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sneak peek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TIAKIKOmF2I/AAAAAAAABC4/-UX999F9Cqo/s1600/SarahSilver_logo_rgb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 65px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TIAKIKOmF2I/AAAAAAAABC4/-UX999F9Cqo/s320/SarahSilver_logo_rgb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512417079202289506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the logo that my husband &lt;a href="http://www.pixelbender.ca"&gt;Todd&lt;/a&gt; created for me. Love it! The font choice fits me perfectly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-6238017671286272250?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/6238017671286272250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=6238017671286272250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/6238017671286272250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/6238017671286272250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2010/09/temporarily-home.html' title='Temporarily home'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TIAKIKOmF2I/AAAAAAAABC4/-UX999F9Cqo/s72-c/SarahSilver_logo_rgb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-2602702737825635688</id><published>2010-09-01T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T17:10:22.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most fun on a photoshoot thus far!</title><content type='html'>This was  great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take one lopsided (on purpose) cake, decorated by yours truly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TH7qJHZU9DI/AAAAAAAABCg/wzaAa1LwRRw/s1600/003_Dybdal_7199W2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TH7qJHZU9DI/AAAAAAAABCg/wzaAa1LwRRw/s320/003_Dybdal_7199W2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512100436273067058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly cake making should be left to the professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then take a charming little girl who is just about to turn one year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TH7ql1sVj7I/AAAAAAAABCo/kktZir5Hvgk/s1600/003_Dybdal_7114W2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TH7ql1sVj7I/AAAAAAAABCo/kktZir5Hvgk/s320/003_Dybdal_7114W2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512100929737166770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add girl to cake and allow things to unfold naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TH7q2hzPNhI/AAAAAAAABCw/HCbwsZ3mYrI/s1600/003_Dybdal_7274W2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TH7q2hzPNhI/AAAAAAAABCw/HCbwsZ3mYrI/s320/003_Dybdal_7274W2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512101216455177746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my friend and her daughter for their great sense of humor today. I really appreciate the help to expand my body of work. I hope you enjoy your images!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-2602702737825635688?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/2602702737825635688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=2602702737825635688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/2602702737825635688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/2602702737825635688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2010/09/most-fun-on-photoshoot-thus-far.html' title='Most fun on a photoshoot thus far!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/TH7qJHZU9DI/AAAAAAAABCg/wzaAa1LwRRw/s72-c/003_Dybdal_7199W2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-3463692278193258593</id><published>2010-08-29T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:17:52.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leap!</title><content type='html'>I have just had a life changing weekend and I needed to share my pure joy and enthusiasm right this moment. I have been inspired. I have a whirlwind of thoughts and clarity at the same time. I have a goal. I have passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I've always had all these things, I WILL give myself that credit. But never in this amount. Or this saturation of being all these things. All at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a big dream to become a professional photographer. I have always been something of a shutterbug and this hobby has manifested itself to much more than just another one of my creative outlets. I find myself actually living to get that amazing shot. I want to just go out and find faces for the other side of the lens. When I can't find a face, I use my own. Usually the frames are filled by my adorable 3 1/2 year old twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to say that I want this would be an understatement. A big one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter &lt;a href="http://www.jasminestarblog.com/"&gt;Jasmine Star&lt;/a&gt;, wedding photographer extraordinaire. A powerhouse of a woman, she is a wedding photography specialist in Southern California. More recently, she was the creative talent for a 5 day long live course offered by &lt;a href="http://creativelive.com/courses/jasmine_star/"&gt;creativelive&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This course changed everything for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit it- I was afraid. Pure and simple. I was afraid to put my talents out there. Fearful of the new and unknown. Jasmine Star has shown me (and few other 100,000 people who were watching) that it's okay to put yourself out there. Be yourself. Be REAL. Allow your talents to attract those they were destined to attract and repel those that were not meant to be. Don't be all things to all people. Be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even I can do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told us to allow our branding to be an extension of ourselves. This is key to marketing ourselves effectively. This spoke so loudly to me. I don't fit the "girly" aspect that many female photographers may be comfortable with. (I don't mean girly in a bad way, I just don't know how else to convey it) It simply isn't me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be authentic. I need to be me, through and through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I, exactly? Well, we have already established that I am not a morning person and require at least 3 calls to get out of bed and a large cup of coffee before I can function. I will never be a "spring out of bed to watch the sun rise and do yoga" kinda girl. I am great with numbers but bad with names. I love to cook but have troubles straying from the recipes at hand. I simply can't read fiction, especially before going to sleep. I don't know why I find it frustrating but I do. Give me a non-fiction read of any kind and I am happy. I am someone who sees the big picture but finds joy in photographing the smallest details. Maybe that's because I can't remember them. ;) I am a Mumma to beautiful twins and love that role in m life! I am a wife of 6 years. I love being at home with my family and I love being a stay at home (and working!) Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a sum of so many parts. And without a single one of them, I wouldn't be me. And the addition of any one thing, like yoga at dawn, would dramatically change that makeup. And I am at a place in my life where I like me. Heck, there are even days when I love me. Room for improvement? Sure. But no yoga, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will now take what I learned this weekend with this amazing course and apply it to my  life, on my terms. I want to legitimately call myself a photographer. it's time to put it out there. It's time to hang a sign that says open for business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, after much contemplation, dreaming, stalling, procrastinating and pure laziness... I officially open my brand, my store. Sarah Silver Photography.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-3463692278193258593?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/3463692278193258593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=3463692278193258593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/3463692278193258593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/3463692278193258593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2010/08/leap.html' title='Leap!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-6103795137868474589</id><published>2010-06-12T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:18:34.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slower pace</title><content type='html'>Part of being in a smaller town and the part that I am truly looking forward to is taking things just a bit slower. It is sometimes joked about as being "Island Time" but really- it's just a reduced stress level and taking things as they come. How much more to you really accomplish by tackling 4 tasks at once? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I am working on this week in an effort to slow down my own frenzied pace:&lt;br /&gt;1. scheduling one night a week for something truly my own after the kids have gone to bed&lt;br /&gt;2. speaking in a calmer voice whenever possible (it gets really loud here some days to be heard over two 3 year olds!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sign off with this; nothing quiets the mind like pulling weeds in an overgrown garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-6103795137868474589?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/6103795137868474589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=6103795137868474589&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/6103795137868474589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/6103795137868474589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2010/06/slower-pace.html' title='Slower pace'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-1704327417723346149</id><published>2010-06-01T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:11:44.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H.O.M.E.</title><content type='html'>I am finally, without a doubt, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been three years in the making and happened so quickly. After all that planning- we did not move where we had intended. Careful consideration was given to each and every neighborhood of Nanaimo. We knew what schools we wanted to live near and where we wanted to shop. We knew what lake we wanted to spend our spare time at. We planned it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved to Parksville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a house, fell in love and took it- sight unseen. An adventure. Well worth the risk. We love our new home. The smaller town life. The slower pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll share more and photos on &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/sarahsilver"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; to match over the coming weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-1704327417723346149?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/1704327417723346149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=1704327417723346149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/1704327417723346149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/1704327417723346149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2010/06/home.html' title='H.O.M.E.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-3318480839911193545</id><published>2009-03-23T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:37:36.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>Today was a really great day. I feel like I actually accomplished something. I feel like it was a well rounded day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spinning my wheels for quite some time, since probably before the holidays. Being sick for so long just took my spirit away. I got a little... lost. I still don't feel 100% and really need some inspiration to look after myself better. Today was that inspiration. To be able to see the things I can accomplish when I have that energy, that drive- can give me that push in the backside I so desperately needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what started out as a pretty hum-drum Monday, ended up being a brand new day for me. And I think the self portrait session (can find on my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sarahsilver/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;) was the outward evaluation of what was sitting just below the surface and ready to come out. A little corny- but authentic. Trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-3318480839911193545?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/3318480839911193545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=3318480839911193545&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/3318480839911193545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/3318480839911193545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-3095846649345477492</id><published>2009-03-14T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:40:15.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some cuteness here too</title><content type='html'>This is posted on the blog about my kiddos but I wanted to post it here as well. Mostly to show off my cuties but also to show off my new skills! I have been dying to learn how to do these photo groupings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SbyGBr1qKKI/AAAAAAAABBI/xQo54BdIQOc/s1600-h/9-Brick-3_14_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SbyGBr1qKKI/AAAAAAAABBI/xQo54BdIQOc/s320/9-Brick-3_14_09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313269023896119458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is great with Photoshop but it frustrates me. So in turn, any time I have the program open... it frustrates him too! LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for teaching me some new tricks, Honey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-3095846649345477492?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/3095846649345477492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=3095846649345477492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/3095846649345477492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/3095846649345477492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-cuteness-here-too.html' title='Some cuteness here too'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SbyGBr1qKKI/AAAAAAAABBI/xQo54BdIQOc/s72-c/9-Brick-3_14_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-5622695056408634964</id><published>2009-03-12T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:43:49.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is my subject?</title><content type='html'>I have been really starting to pay attention to the photographs I like and dislike. I'm trying to find some aim in my still point and shoot attitude towards photography. I have a million or more photos of my little darlings which are great for what they are but they are not the direction I want my skills to take. At least not more than half let's say for arguments sake. I want to document these fleeting times with my young kids but I also wanted to take up photography as a hobby because I needed an outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far my subjects have bored me. Both in real life and in photos. I have to admit that winter has not been offering me very many opportunities or good subjects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am up for a few challenges, should you extend them. I know to look at an old item a new way- but our house is so small and so taken over toys that it makes it very hard to take a picture of anything without showing my mess too! There are a few signs of life in the gardens around our home and I am hoping they offer me some new perspectives but until it warms up outside I am not inspired! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to figure out what it is that I like to photograph. What and where is my favorite subject?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-5622695056408634964?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/5622695056408634964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=5622695056408634964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/5622695056408634964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/5622695056408634964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-is-my-subject.html' title='Where is my subject?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-4883538519225284989</id><published>2009-02-18T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:53:31.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does he know anyways?</title><content type='html'>Don't get me wrong, I love the groundhog! Todd and I celebrated (me sick from the couch) our seven year dating anniversary on Groundhog's Day this year! But what does that little vermin know about spring? First off, he's on the east coast. We play the seasons a little differently here. Secondly, I highly doubt he's a team player in the little charade! &lt;br /&gt;I say, spring has sprung! (and not a moment too soon!) We have crocuses and daffodils coming up and average about 10 degrees in the afternoons. It's been a sunny, blissful week here on the west coast.&lt;br /&gt;The twins and I have begun gardening. They are quite the little helpers! We cleaned up quite a bit yesterday and they were right into it. I can see already that my summer blooms will often lose their heads! Owen pitched a fit when I brought them in from the patio. The sport of bubble blowing has come back too! I've posted some photos on flickr for all to enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-4883538519225284989?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/4883538519225284989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=4883538519225284989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/4883538519225284989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/4883538519225284989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-does-he-know-anyways.html' title='What does he know anyways?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-6717464606085026550</id><published>2009-02-16T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:15:06.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked cup</title><content type='html'>Mmmmmm. Todd made a great pot of coffee this morning. Komodo Dragon blend. His favorite, not mine but wow- what a cup! I think I am recovered and not a moment too soon. 4 weeks is a long time to be down. It's time for some fresh new ideas here and I even picked up the camera today for the first time in weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-6717464606085026550?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/6717464606085026550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=6717464606085026550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/6717464606085026550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/6717464606085026550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2009/02/wicked-cup.html' title='Wicked cup'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-5974575244575842144</id><published>2009-02-11T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:56:51.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Coffee?</title><content type='html'>I told you that you wouldn't hear from me if I didn't have my morning cup of joe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3 1/2 weeks I've been sick. That seems like an awfully long time in print and an ever longer time if you are living it. Take my word for it. I had the flu for 10 days and quite literally could not have told you what planet I was on or what day it was. I was delirious in a mix of hot and cold. This was the beginning of coffee tasting like dirt because, well, everything tasted like dirt! Then a small break between illnesses, although still not feeling like myself and then WHAMO! The cold to end all colds. Or so I thought. It turned out to be a sinus infection that whacked me upside the head and left me breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day in weeks that I was even tempted to have a coffee. The 6+ bags of cough drops have left me with few active tastebuds and they did not appreciate this assault! I think it will be a few more days until my regular self emerges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold up a white flag to surrender to this infection!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-5974575244575842144?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/5974575244575842144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=5974575244575842144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/5974575244575842144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/5974575244575842144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-coffee.html' title='No Coffee?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-8304691425073075814</id><published>2009-01-22T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:09:13.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Week : Image</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite places in the world to visit. The Oregon Coast.&lt;br /&gt;I love how the coast can look during different times of day and how much the tides can change the landscape. But I think I love Haystack Rock most of all. There is something about this particular land form that makes me at ease. And that's why I think this image is a comfort to me. Even though I don't have any images of the Oregon Coast in my home, I still from time to time look through old photos or on the web for my favorite coast line. I think it might be time for a visit. Hopefully the twins will like camping in Oregon as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXl5IrGT-XI/AAAAAAAAA-U/SFSUPp6rnRY/s1600-h/haystack_rock_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXl5IrGT-XI/AAAAAAAAA-U/SFSUPp6rnRY/s320/haystack_rock_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294396026865842546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo is a Peter Greenburg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-8304691425073075814?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/8304691425073075814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=8304691425073075814&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/8304691425073075814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/8304691425073075814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2009/01/comfort-week-image.html' title='Comfort Week : Image'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXl5IrGT-XI/AAAAAAAAA-U/SFSUPp6rnRY/s72-c/haystack_rock_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-3547901954217782264</id><published>2009-01-22T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:01:03.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Week : Habit</title><content type='html'>First thing in the morning, I race out of bed and out the door. As soon as I hit the pavement outside, I feel like everything will be alright. I am at home in my morning routine, my morning run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXfybFmdpWI/AAAAAAAAA-M/CFB_MjZ9MeA/s1600-h/jogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXfybFmdpWI/AAAAAAAAA-M/CFB_MjZ9MeA/s320/jogger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293966434171200866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RIGHT....&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something you will probably never catch me doing. (That's NOT me in the picture BTW) I see people out jogging in the dead of winter and I seriously can't wrap my head around it. I mean, isn't the mere prospect of jogging in cold Canadian winter weather the very reason why treadmills were invented??? And with rain a good 9 months of the year on the west coast, I don't think it can possibly be fun. Or feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, I start my mornings with my favorite comforts. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Indoors.&lt;/span&gt; I have my nice warm shower followed by a breakfast of coffee and toast. Now that's a habit I can be comfortable with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-3547901954217782264?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/3547901954217782264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=3547901954217782264&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/3547901954217782264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/3547901954217782264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2009/01/comfort-week-habit.html' title='Comfort Week : Habit'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXfybFmdpWI/AAAAAAAAA-M/CFB_MjZ9MeA/s72-c/jogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-4135866980518653239</id><published>2009-01-21T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:01:02.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Week : Place</title><content type='html'>I think the most comfortable place is an ever changing situation. I love camping, and find it very relaxing to be in the middle of nowhere. I also like the high city, ultra urban life. Todd and I lived in downtown Vancouver and we both miss it terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being the stay at home Mama these days, I would have to say that the most comforting place for me these days is the kitchen. it is also the most uncomfortable place too! We live in a 1000 sq ft condo with 21 month old twins, a dog, a very fat cat and a Degu. My husband also works from home and I'm starting my own biz as well. So space is at an absolute premium. Most days, there are piles of stuff on the countertops and I have nowhere to cook and prepare food! Oh but when I close my eyes, I have this kitchen (or something close to it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXVfup3uz1I/AAAAAAAAA-E/jj_vtS8rl0I/s1600-h/IMG_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXVfup3uz1I/AAAAAAAAA-E/jj_vtS8rl0I/s320/IMG_0727.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293242192162115410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXVffF0-10I/AAAAAAAAA98/EgujFuixGtE/s1600-h/IMG_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXVffF0-10I/AAAAAAAAA98/EgujFuixGtE/s320/IMG_0587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293241924788868930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXVfUDFEZ4I/AAAAAAAAA90/-Nd-VO4ek3A/s1600-h/IMG_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXVfUDFEZ4I/AAAAAAAAA90/-Nd-VO4ek3A/s320/IMG_0594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293241735072475010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my attempts at showing my little galley without actually having to show off its nastiness for all to see. It basically needs a stick of dynamite and to be completely rebuilt. It's a 1982 builder special and it drives me nuts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-4135866980518653239?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/4135866980518653239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=4135866980518653239&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/4135866980518653239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/4135866980518653239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2009/01/comfort-week-place.html' title='Comfort Week : Place'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXVfup3uz1I/AAAAAAAAA-E/jj_vtS8rl0I/s72-c/IMG_0727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-4254270078771801055</id><published>2009-01-20T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:01:05.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Week : Home</title><content type='html'>There is a magnet on our fridge that reads "Hand over the coffee and no one gets hurt" I think this sums up each and every morning in our house. Without this machine, nothing would get done and everyone would be grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;So I would have to say that the thing that brings me the most comfort in my home would have to be the catalyst for my day. My Oster coffee machine. In shiny red metallic, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXVcvDjWF5I/AAAAAAAAA9s/TsD-ks83CHQ/s1600-h/IMG_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXVcvDjWF5I/AAAAAAAAA9s/TsD-ks83CHQ/s320/IMG_0590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293238900521047954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-4254270078771801055?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/4254270078771801055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=4254270078771801055&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/4254270078771801055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/4254270078771801055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2009/01/comfort-week-home.html' title='Comfort Week : Home'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXVcvDjWF5I/AAAAAAAAA9s/TsD-ks83CHQ/s72-c/IMG_0590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-1375795361766123525</id><published>2009-01-19T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:01:02.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Week : Food</title><content type='html'>I am taking part in a themed blog project. For 5 days this week, I will post about my comforts. You can learn more about the project &lt;a href="http://frenchyfinds.blogspot.com/2009/01/comfort-week-january-19-23.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXQcu7Q70eI/AAAAAAAAA9k/u3Rr7V_g69I/s1600-h/Squash4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXQcu7Q70eI/AAAAAAAAA9k/u3Rr7V_g69I/s320/Squash4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292887054575456738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite comfort food is squash. It is nourishing and so very versatile! It reminds me of the summers of my childhood, even though most squash varieties are a winter feast. I think I have this memory because of the gardening I helped with as a child. I loved to watch the hubbard squash plant take over its place in the garden and start heading for the yard. I think the outside of these sometimes alien looking fruits are as beautiful as the peachy colored flesh on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for a recipe, my standard favorite is a roasted acorn squash with very little to mess with it's wonderfully nutty flavor. Try it with a little walnut oil, brown sugar and cinnamon. YUM. But here's my favorite vegetarian dish to share with friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chana Korma&lt;br /&gt;1 small butternut squash, peeled, seeded and cut into 1/2 inch cubes&lt;br /&gt;1 jar Indian Korma sauce (mild curry)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup water&lt;br /&gt;1 can chick peas, rinsed and drained&lt;br /&gt;2 green onions, sliced&lt;br /&gt;2 cups baby spinach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 425 degrees. Spray rimmed baking sheet with cooking spray.&lt;br /&gt;2. Spread squash cubes on baking sheet. Spray with more cooking spray. Bake in centre of oven for 20 minutes, turning halfway, or until tender when pierced with knife.&lt;br /&gt;3. In a large saucepan, combine korma sauce, water, chick peas, green onions and squash. Cook over medium heat, stirring for 5 minutes or until mixture starts to bubble. Reduce heat to low, cover and cook for 10 minutes, stirring occasionally. Stir in spinach until wilted.&lt;br /&gt;4. Serve with basmati rice or naan bread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-1375795361766123525?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/1375795361766123525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=1375795361766123525&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/1375795361766123525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/1375795361766123525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2009/01/comfort-week-food.html' title='Comfort Week : Food'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SXQcu7Q70eI/AAAAAAAAA9k/u3Rr7V_g69I/s72-c/Squash4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-2506728539257776207</id><published>2009-01-15T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:19:34.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting a goal for myself</title><content type='html'>I think I'm on a path to find my creative self. I think I may even be on the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to be a Mama. As far back as I can remember. I was Mama to my toys and dreamed of the days when I would no longer be babysitting but raising my own. And for the last eight months, I've been doing just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but there are days- you other Mamas know the ones- the days when you want to run screaming from the building and take a "Thelma and Louise" moment! And with 21 month old twins, those times can be plentiful some weeks. (Did I mention that we're teething?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 8 months together, we have a great little daily routine for the four of us. With just minor tweaking as needed. But for the most part it is just that, routine. I need to step out of the routine and stretch out a little. Go back to remembering who I was before twins. Before adoption paperwork madness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do with my time? What was I interested in? While dusting the living room, stepping over numerous toys, two kids and a dog, it came to me. I was the ultimate in project starting. Not finishing them, but I was really great at starting them. I can't tell you how many mid way sewing projects are in boxes in storage. There are at least two started projects in the knitting basket. There are 3 scrapbooks with things loosely thrown in them. (which fell out again while I was dusting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have come to the conclusion that I'm having some self-confidence issues when it comes to my creative self. I look at these items of perfection (in my eyes) that others have created and I expect to be able to put out the same end product. I am not being very kind to myself, especially not remembering that I am a novice at best at all of these outlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the next while, I think I will forge on with the camera. I think that is a very good project for making short term, attainable goals. It's also new and shiny and has captured my interest lately. As for sewing and knitting, I will have to find some ultra small projects to work on so I can give myself a good pat on the back when I complete them. No more 14 step clothing patterns for the next while. I don't have the time and certainly don't have the follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are sleeping. The camera and I have a walk to go for. See you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-2506728539257776207?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/2506728539257776207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=2506728539257776207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/2506728539257776207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/2506728539257776207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2009/01/setting-goal-for-myself.html' title='Setting a goal for myself'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-2889981679910050859</id><published>2009-01-14T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:09:40.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it?</title><content type='html'>What is it to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; creative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I like. I see &lt;a href="http://treefalldesign.typepad.com/tree_fall/"&gt;sewing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://uncommongrace.typepad.com/uncommongrace/"&gt;knitting&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://myyearofmornings.blogspot.com/"&gt;photography&lt;/a&gt; galore. I see people who can express in the simplest of terms what it is to live their &lt;a href="http://36words.typepad.com/habit/"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;. I see people who &lt;a href="http://noticingproject2009.wordpress.com/"&gt;notice&lt;/a&gt; the world around them for all its beauty. All of these things absolutely amaze me and also scare me silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid that I am not living my creative best life. I have neglected that part of myself to the point where the light is so dim I worry it will go out. Where did my creativity go? There are so many answers to that but the simplest is just that I was busy doing other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my creative self. Where did she go? Is she ever coming back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been attempts to live the creative life I want to lead. There is fabric in every corner- I am an admitted textiles addict. I have everything needed to scrapbook and had big plans to set up my wedding album and lifebooks for each child. There's knitting within arms reach of my side of the bed. I found tempura paints the other day while rummaging through a closet. What the heck did I buy that for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's something new for the mix. I have always loved photography and now own a DSLR. I feel a little guilty for the purchase and am trying very hard to learn what I need to about this new camera. I am hoping that I can learn half of the tricks I see on my favorite sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the first step to rediscovering my creativity? I can keep learning the DSLR but what if this falls off my creativity radar as well? Should I take a step back and observe the things that inspire me and bring me joy or should I dive right in and see where I end up? Are some of these projects better tackled with a similar minded friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does your inspiration for the creative come from?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-2889981679910050859?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/2889981679910050859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=2889981679910050859&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/2889981679910050859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/2889981679910050859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-it.html' title='What is it?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944272005467419324.post-8533413266986044942</id><published>2009-01-10T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:42:59.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouring a fresh cup</title><content type='html'>It was time for some separation. I have become something of a blogging addict and I was finding that The Adventures of Madelyn and Owen blog was becoming a catch all for my randomness. I have begun working on a few new hobbies for myself and think that these would be best blogged about in a new format. I have been inspired by some very creative types who have managed to keep my interest with some excellent concepts and tremendous follow through. I love to watch some new ideas come to light and blossom with every post. I hope to emulate what I have loved in the blogging world and create some of my own kind of fun along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeless without coffee. So, if I have not had a cup of coffee- don't expect to hear from me here. I am hoping to interject some new energy and creativity into my life and want to show it off a little. Creativity requires coffee- or at least some caffeine in some fashion, chocolate sometimes fits the bill for a pleasant evening of some quiet crafting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments are not only welcome, but will also put a smile on my face and remind me that I am not in fact talking to the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, come along for ramblings- and don't forget a cup of coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944272005467419324-8533413266986044942?l=caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/8533413266986044942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1944272005467419324&amp;postID=8533413266986044942&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/8533413266986044942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944272005467419324/posts/default/8533413266986044942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinatedmornings.blogspot.com/2009/01/pouring-fresh-cup.html' title='Pouring a fresh cup'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937877777013573962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEufXjZXP34/SLTTVAN1GsI/AAAAAAAAAek/VNFfL-zqBh0/S220/DSC00617B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
