<?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-3834001744074665824</id><updated>2011-09-08T09:18:14.556-07:00</updated><category term='quotes on divorce'/><category term='divorce with kids'/><category term='school sucks'/><category term='divorce'/><title type='text'>:) sarahs  very silly stuff  (:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-5418669981246153519</id><published>2011-04-02T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:41:22.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>part 3</title><content type='html'>march 12, 2011. the day my father, got married to an unknown woman. we all decided we wanted to go to Seattle for that weekend so we wouldn't end up throwing eggs at him. so we packed up the car and went. we had a few complications on the way there. we had tied the luggage on top of the car, on our way out of the state the chords holding it down decided to break. anyway we ended up putting it in the trunk, where i was sitting ( its a montero sport type car so it worked out). so while in Seattle we went to pike place market, went to the gum wall, went to the beach, and just had a great time with my grandpa and grandma out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got back we had discovered that my mom was getting served from the bountiful Utah police station for harassment charges. we had heard little tibits before this happened but we didn't know what to think of it. anyway now April 3, 2011, we just found out about the charges. the whole thing is pretty fishy to me first of all because my mom didn't get "served". she started getting phone calls from lawyers offering there services. and that's when she went to the police station to find out about the charges. so now my mom has to go get booked (just finger printing and photos) then go to court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;now i don't think my dad realizes what he is doing to this family. we are holding it together by one strand of thread that could snap at any given moment, both my sister and i are now seeing therapists, my sister cat is paying for almost everything extra, we are living off of grants from LDSBC where my mom goes to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;now i would just like to personally thank my father for throwing us under the bus. i hope you have a great life dad, truly i do. i just don't ever want you involved in my life again. i don't want you to come looking for me when I'm 18 and can now meet your wife. i don't even want to hear your name. as soon as i can, i am going to change my last name to my mothers maiden name, why you might ask? because she has done a hell of a lot more for me than you ever have or ever will do for me. and to Mrs. X, i feel bad for you, you don't know what you married into. good luck. i hope you figure it out sooner rather than later, from what i have heard you are a pretty nice lady. that's it for now, &amp;nbsp;until the court date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-5418669981246153519?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/5418669981246153519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=5418669981246153519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/5418669981246153519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/5418669981246153519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2011/04/part-3.html' title='part 3'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-3319150328481969235</id><published>2011-01-14T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T12:41:48.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont mention the "M" word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;My dad moved out the day after my sisters 16th birthday, August 12, 2010. The divorce has been final for about 4 months. He “gave” us a car that now has no license or insurance. He will not sign the papers that the DMV gave us to transfer the car into my moms name because he talked to some people and they said that it would look like fraud, but it looks like fraud now. If he signed the papers it would fix that problem. he has now announced that he is getting married in march, to a woman that only one of my sisters has met, named (for the sake of privacy i am going to call her Mrs. X). My cousin had a baby (she was the first baby born in the state of Utah in 2011.) my sisters mom and I went to visit her and that is how we found out about his engagement, apparently he announced it to his family Christmas eve, my dad thought we were in Seattle for Christmas to visit my moms family. We ended up not going because of the car problems, but my mom wanted him to think we still went so, we spun the lie… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;the night we found out we went around to pick up peoples old dried out Christmas trees so that we could go up to the "B" (its a place in bountiful) and burn them. Without knowing it we all had sent him a text telling him how we felt about his engagement. He didn’t respond until the next evening. My sister Liz and I were at a stake fireside (an activity in the LDS church) he called us both in the middle of it, Liz answered her phone and told him that she couldn’t talk. I just didn’t answer mine; I didn’t want to talk to him. Ever. That night a friend of ours came over to help us all figure out what to do; we decided that we didn’t want to meet the mystery woman until we had talked to my dad first, so I told him that. The next morning I find a text message from my dad saying we could just meet as a family before we meet Mrs. X (I call her la-fon-duh).; he asked if we could all meet at the mall food court. I told him we should meet somewhere more personal so we could talk without crying babies. We ended up meeting at a pizza place down town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;That night we went out to dinner with him, my sister Jessica and her husband nick, cat, Liz and I, we all had a game plan. My sister cat had Liz and I write down a list of questions we had for him. We were going to take charge of this meeting, we weren’t going to let him start pointing fingers and yelling at us like he did every other time we went to see him because we always came home confused. In the car we all decided that if he started pointing fingers or if one of us wanted to leave then one of us would stand up and everyone would follow suit. And that’s exactly what we had to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;When we got to the pizza place, he had already ordered. Cat didn’t beat around the bush; she started the conversation a few minuets after arriving. She wanted to know when he had planned on telling us he was getting married, how much the ring cost, when he got it, how long they had been dating. My dad told us that they had been dating for 6 months, now weather that was a math mistake or if he had been cheating on my mom know one knows for sure. He refused to answer the other questions saying “what does that have to do with anything” and when cat told him it had every thing to do with it he asked if it was an interrogation or a conversation, cat replied by saying it’s a conversation but you have to answer the questions for it to not turn into an interrogation. And that’s about how the night went, no one talking other than cat and my dad, and that’s pretty much what we planned on happening. The night ended by my sister asking one last question, I don’t remember exactly what she said but what ever it was, my dad got defensive fast. He pointed his finger in cats face and pretty much pulled a Matilda with the whole "I'm smart; you're dumb. I'm big; you're small. I'm right, you're wrong. And there's nothing you can do about it." And that’s when we all got up and walked out. When we got outside, my sister Liz collapsed on the ground, we were all trying to get her up off&amp;nbsp;ground when we hear the restaurant door open and my dad steps out, cat yelled to him something along the lines of “you happy? She fainted.” He didn’t even come over to help her. That’s the last time we have seen him. were planning on going out of town for the week of the wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-3319150328481969235?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/3319150328481969235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=3319150328481969235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/3319150328481969235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/3319150328481969235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-mention-m-word.html' title='dont mention the &quot;M&quot; word.'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-4972437478670749561</id><published>2010-12-08T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:45:57.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes on divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce with kids'/><title type='text'>the first 3 months of divorce through the eyes of a 14/15 year old.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Being divorced is like being hit by a Mack truck.&amp;nbsp; If you live through it, you start looking very carefully to the right and to the left."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jean Kerr.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;This is so beyond true, my parents are recently going through a divorce. I can attest to the rumor that the kids get the worst end of the whole thing, it sucks major butt. if &amp;nbsp;you don't believe me, after you have heard our story, you can stick it in your juice box and suck it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;before i start, you have to realize that my parents NEVER should have gotten married but they did. they had a honeymoon baby, then my mom popped out us other 3 so they stayed together "for the kids" pile o' bull (it teaches kids its okay not to be treated like a queen and be respected. so don't do it, your just making it harder for us kids in the long run).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It all really started getting bad &amp;nbsp;in the summer&amp;nbsp;of 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;. august 11th, that was the day my dad left us, the day my sister liz turned 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;all the arguements can be traced back to the water bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;that summer the water had been shut off &amp;nbsp;(the entire summer!) so we had the bill to pay + the shut off fees. my dad decided that my mom had to figure out a way to turn it back on, to teach her a lesson, so when she went to the bishop of our ward to get some help with the bills my dad got mad. so we went to bear lake to have some fun in the sun. in my&amp;nbsp;defense&amp;nbsp;i did not talk my mom into it, but i didnt really talk her out of it either... anyway my dad made a big deal about how much gas we used but we only used like one tank of gas and my sister cat paid for half of it. anyway he got mad that we werent using the money wisely. a month into it (guesstimation) we got a family pass to the bountiful rec center. we went there about once a week, we wanted hot showers and my dad wanted to teach us how to dive. this entire time my parents are attempting to go on dates and &amp;nbsp;"fix it" but coming home even more pissed off at each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;in august was my sister liz's 16th birthday. it was 80's themed. the entire party my dad didnt even talk to her, dance with her, nothing. then he didnt come home that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;*to be contined*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-4972437478670749561?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/4972437478670749561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=4972437478670749561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/4972437478670749561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/4972437478670749561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-3-months-of-divorce-through-eyes.html' title='the first 3 months of divorce through the eyes of a 14/15 year old.'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-6151431140847791814</id><published>2009-10-31T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:56:35.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>check it out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>check out my new blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://wherethepinkthingsare.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://wherethepinkthingsare.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;its really cool :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-6151431140847791814?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/6151431140847791814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=6151431140847791814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/6151431140847791814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/6151431140847791814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2009/10/check-it-out.html' title='check it out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-8142826634001739639</id><published>2009-06-04T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:32:45.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freaking better than twilight!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/SiiRwSBygnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Kj7Zh5D982E/s1600-h/marked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343681216534184562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/SiiRwSBygnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Kj7Zh5D982E/s320/marked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so i found this new book series and there are five books, but the sixth one is cumming soon. any who the firs one is called "marked" and right now i am in the middle of "betrayed" it is so good i read the first one in one day! my sister even threw a plastic bottle at me and i did not even know it till she told me!!! the books are by: P.C. Cast + Kristin Cast they are so so good!!! i really recomend reading them if you have lost the "edward twitterpaitedness" that twilight gives you!! and that you loose when you finnish the last twilight book :( you will really really like it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-8142826634001739639?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/8142826634001739639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=8142826634001739639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/8142826634001739639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/8142826634001739639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2009/06/freaking-better-than-twilight.html' title='freaking better than twilight!!!!!!!'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/SiiRwSBygnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Kj7Zh5D982E/s72-c/marked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-1125939593275419299</id><published>2009-04-23T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:37:35.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>change of planns :(</title><content type='html'>so right before school ended today my principle Mrs.Battle made an announcement that she found out about the walk out and anyone out who leaves class will get suspended! so now i am not going to do it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-1125939593275419299?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/1125939593275419299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=1125939593275419299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/1125939593275419299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/1125939593275419299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2009/04/change-of-planns.html' title='change of planns :('/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-8818411803239740552</id><published>2009-04-22T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:27:22.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL WALK OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/Se_fjJTBOKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/d4zCjkIwH90/s1600-h/FREE+SPEECH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327722679086692514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/Se_fjJTBOKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/d4zCjkIwH90/s320/FREE+SPEECH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MY FRIENDS AND I ARE STARTING A WALK OUT AT MY SCHOOL TO GET RID OF THE UNIFORMS!!! IT WILL BE SO MUCH FUN!! ALL MY FRIENDS ARE SAYING "LIKE ITS PART OF OUR FREEDOM OF SPEECH TO BE ABLE TO DRESS THE WAY WE WHANT!!" AND I AGREE!! WE EXPRESS OURSELVES WITH THE CLOTHES WE WHERE THE WAY WE TALK AND IF WE DO ANY TIPE OF ART THAT IS EXPRESSING OURSELVES!! IT IS SO STUPID AND HARD TO FIND CLOTHES THAT FIT THE DRESS CODE OF "LOOKING LIKE A FLAG" OH I AM&lt;/span&gt; SOOOOOOOOOOOO GETTING RID OF DRESS CODE WEATHER OR NOT I GET TO GO TO LAGOON AT THE END OF THE SCHOOL YEAR I DONT WHANT TO WHERE RED WHITE AND NAVEY BLUE ALL NEX YEAR AND I DONT WHANT THE NEW SEVIES TO HAVE TO!!!!!!!!!! DOWN WITH DRESS CODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-8818411803239740552?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/8818411803239740552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=8818411803239740552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/8818411803239740552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/8818411803239740552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-walk-out.html' title='SCHOOL WALK OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/Se_fjJTBOKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/d4zCjkIwH90/s72-c/FREE+SPEECH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-6527834208068784161</id><published>2009-04-06T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:22:13.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night games!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So saturday night I was playing night games with my friends and we where playing statues and I did a ballet turn and my knee sounded like it POPED! so I have a wrap on it and it hurts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-6527834208068784161?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/6527834208068784161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=6527834208068784161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/6527834208068784161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/6527834208068784161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-games.html' title='Night games!'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-6356293658162807138</id><published>2009-02-25T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:15:08.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie night :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/SaX67X2cgsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1URU6ZO5yjc/s1600-h/worst+movie+ever!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306923633847599810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/SaX67X2cgsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1URU6ZO5yjc/s320/worst+movie+ever!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So this saturday i am having a movie night with all of my church friends! the only down side to it is they are forcing me to watch high school musical 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the most cheese filled movie serise in the world the last one i watched it was not just the cheese it was a cracker and ham!!!!!! lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-6356293658162807138?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/6356293658162807138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=6356293658162807138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/6356293658162807138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/6356293658162807138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2009/02/movie-night.html' title='movie night :)'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/SaX67X2cgsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1URU6ZO5yjc/s72-c/worst+movie+ever!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-1552712894841276007</id><published>2008-12-13T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:49:27.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas mayhem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/SUSCQGL-nqI/AAAAAAAAADk/AZOcXsZVkbE/s1600-h/charlie+brown+x-mas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279487876235435682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/SUSCQGL-nqI/AAAAAAAAADk/AZOcXsZVkbE/s320/charlie+brown+x-mas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;why is Christmas to hectic? that is what i would like to know. this is what my December has been like this year! joy lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;first there was my siste&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://i-love-cartoons.com/snags/clipart/christmas/peanuts/Christmas-Snoopy-Lights-Tree.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.americamagazine.org/blog/blog.cfm%3Fblog_id%3D2%26m%3D12%26y%3D2007&amp;amp;usg=__rBhIcJYs_2UpnNrw6aJKo0ccmrg=&amp;amp;h=464&amp;amp;w=324&amp;amp;sz=117&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=16&amp;amp;sig2=5RzOZP6NFq0cQlgEa3lQSw&amp;amp;tbnid=Hav2nOUV16fYhM:&amp;amp;tbnh=128&amp;amp;tbnw=89&amp;amp;ei=4YFESaSCOoe4sAPN97SuBA&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dchristmas%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rs wedding reception &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; deal!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;then my birthday (witch i don't mind so much) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big deal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; only to me for every one else just another birthday but to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;huge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;because i am now 13 years old officially a teenager!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;then there is x-mas which is sorta a all month long thing because of all the early sails and the traffic is just horrible!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;speaking of horrible x-mas`s last or the year before we moved into a new house in Washington right &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no heat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;plus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gas fireplace has a leak &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; no power!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;great time to move into a house :) lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;first night (happens to be my 11&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; b-day) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-1552712894841276007?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/1552712894841276007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=1552712894841276007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/1552712894841276007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/1552712894841276007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-mayhem.html' title='christmas mayhem'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/SUSCQGL-nqI/AAAAAAAAADk/AZOcXsZVkbE/s72-c/charlie+brown+x-mas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-4483903517734759204</id><published>2008-11-28T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:44:56.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT MOVIE!!</title><content type='html'>OMG  that movie is sooooooooooooooooooooooooo good like you have to see it i have gone two times it just keeps getting better and better! if you do not know what it is about here it is&lt;br /&gt;    Edward cullen-a vampire who falls in love with Bella Swan&lt;br /&gt;     Bella-falls in love with Edward cullen and they play baceball and another grupe of vampires arive and they whant to drink Bellas blood so they are all trying to protect her when james (one of the bad guys) calls her and tells her he has her mom and if Bella does`nt come her mom will pay the price so she goes to where she whants him to meet her and he does not have her mom so he attacks her and Edward saves her and they tair off jamses head and burn him!&lt;br /&gt;   alice jasper emmet rose esmee and carlile-Edwards family&lt;br /&gt;    charlie and reene-Bellas family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-4483903517734759204?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/4483903517734759204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=4483903517734759204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/4483903517734759204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/4483903517734759204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-movie.html' title='TWILIGHT MOVIE!!'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-7029652851871124309</id><published>2008-11-12T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:17:18.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pregnate friends</title><content type='html'>So my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jermaya&lt;/span&gt; is 6 months &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; and she is 13 i need a tad bit of help as to what to do/tell her so please leave a comment like now stop reading and start writing please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-7029652851871124309?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/7029652851871124309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=7029652851871124309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/7029652851871124309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/7029652851871124309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2008/11/pregnate-friends.html' title='pregnate friends'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-7163753066378593595</id><published>2008-09-18T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:27:26.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/SNLVqtgBmxI/AAAAAAAAADE/fwo31_12MRg/s1600-h/Cat%27s-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247491445585189650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/SNLVqtgBmxI/AAAAAAAAADE/fwo31_12MRg/s320/Cat%27s-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is life so hectic like my sister got married today and my other sister is getting married next week and my moms friend is coming into town and she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allergic&lt;/span&gt; to cats so we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decatifyed&lt;/span&gt; her room witch is a good thing because there was so much cat hair like the whole room was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;covered&lt;/span&gt; in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-7163753066378593595?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/7163753066378593595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=7163753066378593595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/7163753066378593595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/7163753066378593595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2008/09/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/SNLVqtgBmxI/AAAAAAAAADE/fwo31_12MRg/s72-c/Cat%27s-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-5971345099751971987</id><published>2008-09-16T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:17:43.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first time!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/SNBakTAdA2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/30lnMVglUFA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246793145510593378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/SNBakTAdA2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/30lnMVglUFA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so today was my first time going to the temple!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was so beautiful alto i got lost once or twice but the little old Ladies helped me. i went with the young women and young men at four o'clock in the morning to the salt lake city temple!!!!! it was so beautiful my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sisters wer right wen they said that the baptismal font was beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-5971345099751971987?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/5971345099751971987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=5971345099751971987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/5971345099751971987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/5971345099751971987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-time.html' title='first time!!!!'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/SNBakTAdA2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/30lnMVglUFA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-8786261136044859521</id><published>2008-09-16T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:42:48.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wizzy woowoo</title><content type='html'>so Lizzy &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was going&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;out for her school musical and you have to sing and dance because it cant be footloose without dancing!! so anyway she was leaping and she landed on her heal and it rolled back so she was in bed for one and a half days she is getting better!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-8786261136044859521?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/8786261136044859521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=8786261136044859521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/8786261136044859521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/8786261136044859521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2008/09/wizzy-wowo.html' title='wizzy woowoo'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-3699763164473235909</id><published>2008-08-23T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T13:01:07.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kohls</title><content type='html'>OK so my Mom, sisters and I went to Kohl's for back to school shopping and my mom spent $30 the night before and they started doing  this thing called Kohl's cash so my mom spent the $30 and she got $20 in Kohl's cash !!!!! So basically i got my pants free!!! I am so happy i was so worried about spending to much money my dad would have a hissey fit if we spend to much because we have to save because of the economy is rising with all the prices on everything it totally sucks!!! i blame the economy for not being able to get a really cute shirt!!! :&lt; lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-3699763164473235909?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/3699763164473235909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=3699763164473235909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/3699763164473235909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/3699763164473235909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2008/08/kohls.html' title='kohls'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-4241669642197625816</id><published>2008-08-20T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:19:20.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>registration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;registration&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;! i am so freaked out i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really know what to do like my mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; goes and does it but now that i am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sevie&lt;/span&gt;  (seventh grade) i have to go with her i am just glad that i have a friend coming with me!! and there is also the problem of what to where do i where a  pair of jeans and a tee shirt or a dress with a sweater is it a BIG deal or not even a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  deal i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know i guess i will find out tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-4241669642197625816?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/4241669642197625816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=4241669642197625816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/4241669642197625816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/4241669642197625816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2008/08/registration.html' title='registration'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-5827441358044596317</id><published>2008-08-08T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:18:23.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school sucks'/><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/SJzaxvuzhYI/AAAAAAAAACA/ahASimM-DNc/s1600-h/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232297415258899842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/SJzaxvuzhYI/AAAAAAAAACA/ahASimM-DNc/s400/flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;why does school have to ruin everything Imean I still need to school shopping because all the clothes I have don't make me look like a flag! I have to wear either red white or blue for shirts no design and black navy or khaki as bottoms, it totally sucks. I have to ride a bus this year but I have a great friend named Kelsey who will ride with me. I really hope we get a few classes together out of our seven we have each day!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-5827441358044596317?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/5827441358044596317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=5827441358044596317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/5827441358044596317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/5827441358044596317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2008/08/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/SJzaxvuzhYI/AAAAAAAAACA/ahASimM-DNc/s72-c/flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-4136316675177630426</id><published>2008-08-02T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:14:12.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my sister is getting married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Jessica my oldest sister has been proposed to by her boy friend Nick who she has been dating for three years! Around the time that we moved to Washington State Nick bought her a promise ring and the engagement ring looks similar only instead of one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diamond&lt;/span&gt; it has eleven one big one in the center, on the side of the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;diamond&lt;/span&gt; are two white silver lines kind of crooked (kinda like this /&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;diamond&lt;/span&gt;/) and on the side of those are the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;diamonds&lt;/span&gt;! the night that he porpoised he had to get the ring sized so it couldn't go on her ring that night. :&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-4136316675177630426?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/4136316675177630426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=4136316675177630426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/4136316675177630426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/4136316675177630426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-sister-is-getting-married.html' title='my sister is getting married'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-4976898145280496992</id><published>2008-04-25T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:19:14.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;so we decided that we wer going to move to Utah i figured out that if you are in a small house with lots of people i starts a bunch of arguments then it starts even more arguments because you are arguing with another person bottom line is don't get help from a whole lot of people if you are in a small home if have a large home than go ahead invite every one you know even invite complete strangers altho if you do do that be positive everything has a lid or some way to keep it closed because my dad let some random guys off the street to help us and even tho my dad gave them $20 they decided to steal my moms bag of jewelry which contained my moms wedding bands her wedding ring her really nice watch and all of our earring's and necklaces. She has now lost her wedding ring and engagement ring twice, yes twice the first time was when my older sister ate to much mac and cheese or maybe it was just cheese i don't know but anyway she barfed and she lost it in the quest to clean out the barf from the car and now the second time they wer stolen by a home less guy how exciting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lolololololololololololololololol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-4976898145280496992?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/4976898145280496992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=4976898145280496992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/4976898145280496992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/4976898145280496992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2008/04/moving.html' title='moving'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-7229858615727781255</id><published>2008-03-06T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:09:56.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alki beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today Jess,cat,Liz,my mom,Shawn, and i went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alki&lt;/span&gt; beach as a going away outing since she is moving to Utah. my mom checked the weather report to be positive that the weather would be nice and supposedly it was supposed to be 60 degrees it didn't go even close. when we got there i maid a discovery walking in sand on crutches is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; a good idea.......................................... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even go there!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-7229858615727781255?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/7229858615727781255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=7229858615727781255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/7229858615727781255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/7229858615727781255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2008/03/alki-beach.html' title='alki beach'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-6632593236423658197</id><published>2008-03-04T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T08:48:26.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/R818Kp4DZWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GZgmilcyjeQ/s1600-h/crutches4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173928069400061282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/R818Kp4DZWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GZgmilcyjeQ/s320/crutches4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Wednesday as you know I broke my foot when I found out I didn't realize that it came with a prize..................... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cool i got a boot and no life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; exciting wow the party is pumping now yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                               !THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ENEMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-6632593236423658197?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/6632593236423658197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=6632593236423658197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/6632593236423658197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/6632593236423658197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2008/03/sos-help-me.html' title='S.O.S HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/R818Kp4DZWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GZgmilcyjeQ/s72-c/crutches4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-8972604467981999684</id><published>2008-03-03T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T12:52:03.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Broken Foot</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173620661077989698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/R8xklIos2UI/AAAAAAAAABg/oL21HM_taqo/s320/sarah%27s+Broken+Foot.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I broke my foot last Wednesday while walking home from school. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-8972604467981999684?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/8972604467981999684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=8972604467981999684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/8972604467981999684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/8972604467981999684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-broken-foot.html' title='My Broken Foot'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/R8xklIos2UI/AAAAAAAAABg/oL21HM_taqo/s72-c/sarah%27s+Broken+Foot.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834001744074665824.post-520748236559044769</id><published>2007-08-14T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T13:08:54.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am 12 years old from UTAH and proud of it! I love my family all five of them. To me they are the best family in the world!! I am also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;varry&lt;/span&gt; artistic in some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forms&lt;/span&gt; of art I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; I got that from my great dad he use to be a painter but now he works for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sign&lt;/span&gt; company! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3834001744074665824-520748236559044769?l=sarahbear95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/feeds/520748236559044769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3834001744074665824&amp;postID=520748236559044769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/520748236559044769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3834001744074665824/posts/default/520748236559044769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbear95.blogspot.com/2007/08/about-me.html' title='about me'/><author><name>~Sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556672709670071961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGHwbgww5Pc/TTn3n_lip6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_ZuGVXCzJaE/s220/shrris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
