<?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-5252408951244031591</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:46:05.519-07:00</updated><category term='beginning'/><title type='text'>Mr. and Mrs. Sayre</title><subtitle type='html'>The stories of our new life together</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentandsarahsayre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5252408951244031591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentandsarahsayre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr. and Mrs. Sayre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491858116396027000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252408951244031591.post-2818562214720187565</id><published>2008-04-29T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:37:50.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how we got together pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSttF9fQ3Y/SBfpPo5n6MI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rCHQ3Q0iRQY/s1600-h/IMG_2581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194877150081575106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSttF9fQ3Y/SBfpPo5n6MI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rCHQ3Q0iRQY/s320/IMG_2581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we did talk again and it was at Crystal Palace, he was sitting at the same table as I was and he asked me after I came back from dancing with friends, who is that studmuffin in your phone Sarah? I said huh?? so I looked and sure enough kent had written his name and number under "studmuffin" hes funny, then he asked me if I would dance with him, I said yes and we laughed that whole time it was great! that night he was having his friend play some music at his house and asked if I would go, so I asked Jenna (my friend) to go with me she did, and it was great! The next day we talked on the phone all day long and the day after that I went to Tulare after church and met with the missionaries for one of his friends who got baptised. Since then we have talked everyday and seen each other every day that we could, but now we are married so we are together all the time, except for work.... But I love it!! and so does kent;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5252408951244031591-2818562214720187565?l=kentandsarahsayre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentandsarahsayre.blogspot.com/feeds/2818562214720187565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5252408951244031591&amp;postID=2818562214720187565' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5252408951244031591/posts/default/2818562214720187565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5252408951244031591/posts/default/2818562214720187565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentandsarahsayre.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-we-got-together-pt-2.html' title='how we got together pt. 2'/><author><name>Mr. and Mrs. Sayre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491858116396027000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ivSttF9fQ3Y/SBfpPo5n6MI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rCHQ3Q0iRQY/s72-c/IMG_2581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252408951244031591.post-5462392864207093803</id><published>2008-04-07T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:15:13.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that many do not know the start of Kent and I and so here we go…..&lt;br /&gt;  We met at break the fast, he had come down from Tulare with a bunch of his friends to ward hop. At the time I thought that it was silly and paid no attention to him. Then a friend invited me over to play games with everyone and I thought sure why not, well to my surprise those boys who had gone to break the fast had now moved to the game night… strange I thought. So we played games and then another friend told them about a condor’s hockey game going on in a few months.  (Mind you at this point I had not really spoken with any of these guys yet.)  So they all talked about how they wanted to come and then one of the guys (later to be known as Kent) looked at me and said to me, “are you going to the condors game” I said, “ I will have to see I really don’t go to those that often, maybe.” Kent then said “Well if you don’t go to the game then I am not going” That about made my mouth drop to the floor, who was this guy with the gumption of saying to me, not to mention I was terribly flattered (who wouldn’t be…right…) so that was all it took for me and I said yup I will be there, (Tennille you will appreciate this one) but if I get garlic fries watch out I might blow in your face. So the night of the game I got there late… and did not sit by him I went with another guy friend, and they assumed that we were dating so he did not talk to me then; by the way we were not dating. WE then trampled over to Rosemarie’s. I sat at a different table because the other table was filled with everyone that went to the game, but Kent and a few of his other friends came to sit by me. Now when Kent sits down what are the first words out of his mouth…….  “Hey Sarah, I thought you were going to blow in my face”……..what came after that……..cricket cricket…. I had forgotten all about that and I looked at him like a CRAZY person…. Needless to say Kent thought I would never want to talk to him again. I left that night not knowing if I would ever see him again.  But obviously I did, so that is the next chapter in the Kent and Sarah love story of the century. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5252408951244031591-5462392864207093803?l=kentandsarahsayre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentandsarahsayre.blogspot.com/feeds/5462392864207093803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5252408951244031591&amp;postID=5462392864207093803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5252408951244031591/posts/default/5462392864207093803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5252408951244031591/posts/default/5462392864207093803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentandsarahsayre.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-start.html' title='From the start'/><author><name>Mr. and Mrs. Sayre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491858116396027000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252408951244031591.post-8660747931098609970</id><published>2008-04-04T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:55:52.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hello all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So after many people telling us that we must get a blog, we have finally succumbed. Lots to catch up about such as getting engaged and a wedding and reception not to mention our weekend trips and fun we have together. We are excited to be able to share our life with you all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kent and Sarah ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5252408951244031591-8660747931098609970?l=kentandsarahsayre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentandsarahsayre.blogspot.com/feeds/8660747931098609970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5252408951244031591&amp;postID=8660747931098609970' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5252408951244031591/posts/default/8660747931098609970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5252408951244031591/posts/default/8660747931098609970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentandsarahsayre.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-all-so-after-many-people-telling.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. and Mrs. Sayre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491858116396027000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
