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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SMwnuy912oI/AAAAAAAAABc/wVWc3frb4rY/s1600-h/IMG_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SMwnuy912oI/AAAAAAAAABc/wVWc3frb4rY/s320/IMG_0486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245611350888405634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SMwncqOaNGI/AAAAAAAAABU/80zkOJNZNWQ/s1600-h/IMG_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SMwncqOaNGI/AAAAAAAAABU/80zkOJNZNWQ/s320/IMG_0482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245611039304332386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8978331566808579344-3728135043483285906?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/3728135043483285906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=3728135043483285906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/3728135043483285906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/3728135043483285906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2008/09/ike.html' title='Ike'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SMwnuy912oI/AAAAAAAAABc/wVWc3frb4rY/s72-c/IMG_0486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-913116864142351978</id><published>2008-08-26T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:12:14.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a homeless guy that is almost always standing at the light when you cross over I-45 to get to Scarsdale.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's like a good boyfriend you can count on.  He's consistent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good man can be hard to come by these days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8978331566808579344-913116864142351978?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/913116864142351978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=913116864142351978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/913116864142351978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/913116864142351978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-is-homeless-guy-that-is-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-3385848599576830924</id><published>2008-08-19T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:03:44.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spective</title><content type='html'>As I get older I gain perspective.&lt;div&gt;Usually the same perspective someone older tried to give me but I didn't take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still getting older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can take the offered perspective along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8978331566808579344-3385848599576830924?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/3385848599576830924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=3385848599576830924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/3385848599576830924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/3385848599576830924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2008/08/spective.html' title='Spective'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-6432707905561613036</id><published>2008-08-01T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T10:34:26.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clive Staples</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"I do not of course mean that the words 'Thy will be done' are merely a submission.  They should, and if we make progress they will increasingly, be the voice of joyful desire, free of hunger and thirst, and I argue very heartily that to treat them simply as a clause of submission or renunciation greatly impoverished the prayer.  But though they should be something far more and better than resigned or submissive, they must not be less; they must be that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.  And as such they necessarily discipline all the succeeding clauses." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;C. S. Lewis~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Petitionary Prayer: A Problem Without an Answer  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8978331566808579344-6432707905561613036?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/6432707905561613036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=6432707905561613036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/6432707905561613036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/6432707905561613036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2008/08/clive-staples.html' title='Clive Staples'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-1335564374837070483</id><published>2008-07-31T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:18:58.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LIKE CAKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Especially Key Lime Pie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I had 2 pieces before bed tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Stupid cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8978331566808579344-1335564374837070483?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/1335564374837070483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=1335564374837070483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/1335564374837070483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/1335564374837070483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-like-cake.html' title='I LIKE CAKE!'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-6929682523339694880</id><published>2008-07-26T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:53:58.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;t's recently been brought to my attention that the older I get, the more I learn about myself.  Likes, dislikes, introvert, extrovert, vices, tastes, opinions, fears, and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yet, contrary to what I wish for, the more I learn about myself, the more I learn how NOT awesome I actually am.  (please, don't post any affirming comments telling me you think I'm awesome. this isn't a cry out for praise just observations) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I've realized there is little left to be discovered about ourselves as life goes on in the way of "awesome".  We find out all the good stuff early on, because every humans favorite person is themselves.  It's natural: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I've got great hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Sports come naturally to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"People like me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I'm a go-getter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I'm well traveled."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I'm so authentic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I'm so giving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I know a lot about little insignificant things that I like to bring up in every conversation I have." ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And the list goes on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Don't hear me wrong though.  I do think that there are many people that are very in touch with the fact that they have some faults and are always working towards change.  Therefore they get to find out more good stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But, as I said earlier there's been much brought to my attention that is not awesome recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To be candid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm a terrible speller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I love change but am often a wuss when it's time to take a risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I think I'm right too often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I think about me extremely to often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I love the praise of others too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I often find myself seeking out that praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I care too much about my appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm a lover of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm SO controlling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm so afraid of failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I talk about the fact that I'm a product of grace too little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm harsh and unmerciful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't answer my phone unless I want to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My thoughts and tone of voice are often condescending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm pious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Really I could keep writing, but I think I've lost a few already with the lengthy post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;All this to say...I'm not awesome.  And it's nice, though tiring, to know I'm not going to run out of things to work on with myself any time soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8978331566808579344-6929682523339694880?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/6929682523339694880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=6929682523339694880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/6929682523339694880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/6929682523339694880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-awesome.html' title='I&apos;m Awesome'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-750399263217562523</id><published>2008-07-24T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:10:50.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whelmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm overwhelmed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I prefer being under it so much more.&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/8978331566808579344-750399263217562523?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/750399263217562523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=750399263217562523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/750399263217562523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/750399263217562523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2008/07/imoverwhelmed.html' title='Whelmed'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-6277703007519393719</id><published>2008-05-05T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:36:22.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco</title><content type='html'>Here's a loud, &lt;div&gt;"Thank YOU Mexico!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for half-price margaritas today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*I turned 23 Saturday.  I'll start investing in anti-wrinkle cream next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8978331566808579344-6277703007519393719?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/6277703007519393719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=6277703007519393719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/6277703007519393719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/6277703007519393719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2008/05/cinco.html' title='Cinco'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-7716044995076263448</id><published>2008-04-22T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:01:10.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posh Humanitarians</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's has never been so chic to be a humanitarian or environmentalist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why is that a problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have been apart of, overheard, and suffered through more conversations about these topics more in the last year than my whole life combined.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Though recently I have heard several people (mostly Christians) say, "Well, it's just so trendy to care about Africa/poverty/AIDS/hybrid cars/etc."  All of this said with a bit of distain in their tone.  This is my response to that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AWESOME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How wonderful that it is trendy to care about the rest of the world!  How wonderful that people are doing more than every to fight hunger in 3rd World countries!  How wonderful that people are trying to educate themselves on the state of the world we live in today!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;EVEN if it is because it makes them look better at dinner parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;EVEN if it is because they get a tax break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;EVEN if it is because movie stars are doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let's (especially Christians) get over it.  Let's do more to be trendy!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And yes, I know it's not trendy to be trendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8978331566808579344-7716044995076263448?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/7716044995076263448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=7716044995076263448' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/7716044995076263448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/7716044995076263448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2008/04/posh-humanitarians.html' title='Posh Humanitarians'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-6029355120426742926</id><published>2008-04-16T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:59:55.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panera Bread Dictations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I sit in the loner section at Panera Bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's right when you walk in to the left, and during lunch time it's filled with loners with their lap tops and books.  I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think it's when you hit about 67 that you decide, "I don't give a #&amp;amp;@$ about anything." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"You can see my bra through this shirt?....What of it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I cut you in line?....What of it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"You can smell my baby powder and hair from your table?...What of it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I entered the Hwy at 35 mph?....What of it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I put 3 packs of salt on everything I eat?...What of it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why do people walk around with ear buds in their ears always listening to music?  Is your inner monologue that lame? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8978331566808579344-6029355120426742926?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/6029355120426742926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=6029355120426742926' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/6029355120426742926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/6029355120426742926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2008/04/panera-bread-dictations.html' title='Panera Bread Dictations'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-1481924670628078910</id><published>2008-03-31T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:26:06.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IRS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The government took my money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;$445.00  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Good thing I don't eat much.&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/8978331566808579344-1481924670628078910?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-21257421174922095</id><published>2008-03-12T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T10:02:41.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm going to France tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the words of Sister...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!&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/8978331566808579344-21257421174922095?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/21257421174922095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=21257421174922095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/21257421174922095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/21257421174922095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-going-to-france-tomorrow-in-words-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-1847857270987947948</id><published>2008-03-03T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:17:30.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings Array (in no particular order)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lost but unsure how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anticipation; future...to...foreign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Young in every sense of the word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Abandoned, yet it doesn't seem justified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hungry; mainly for pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;American (if my vote counts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Unsurprising &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Feminine; and every emotional cliche that comes with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Logical...though isn't it void of the emotion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anxious...but about what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8978331566808579344-1847857270987947948?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/1847857270987947948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=1847857270987947948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/1847857270987947948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/1847857270987947948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2008/03/feelings-array-in-no-particular-order.html' title='Feelings Array (in no particular order)'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-8292825266311672897</id><published>2008-02-21T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:27:38.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White People</title><content type='html'>Seriously one on the funniest/truest things I've read in a long time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8978331566808579344-8292825266311672897?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-7854937022388445318</id><published>2008-02-14T15:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:48:20.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Valentine's Day Conversation</title><content type='html'>Via Text messaging with an old friend-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;B: "Have fun being in love tonight...i on the other hand will be killing myself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me: "Ha...remember how much work love is.  You did it once. Try to recall it if you will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;B: "Hard work is better than having no work i have come to realize."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me: "That's good man wisdom.  I'm going to quote you on that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;B: "Thats why they call me whiskers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Much love, on the day of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8978331566808579344-7854937022388445318?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/7854937022388445318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=7854937022388445318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/7854937022388445318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/7854937022388445318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-conversation.html' title='A Valentine&apos;s Day Conversation'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-3908939131835974111</id><published>2007-12-12T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T12:10:06.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In between students I ran up to Starbucks at the Barnes and Noble to grab coffee and hang out with Dottie.  As I was leaving there was a table of people outside playing chess that consisted of: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A transvestite with very big forearms (short one more operation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2 Western Europe foreigners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 very creepy American &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And a chain smoker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How did they find each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love people :)&lt;/span&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/8978331566808579344-3908939131835974111?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/3908939131835974111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=3908939131835974111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/3908939131835974111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/3908939131835974111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2007/12/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-4263773207687430057</id><published>2007-12-02T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T16:46:31.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We just put up our Christmas tree and are decorating.   I miss you baby sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8978331566808579344-4263773207687430057?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/4263773207687430057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=4263773207687430057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/4263773207687430057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/4263773207687430057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-3034627972746143252</id><published>2007-11-27T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:40:55.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the season</title><content type='html'>I'm not really sure if they think those clip-on pony tail hair pieces look real or not.  But they don't. Ever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I have recently realized that I become much less of a cool person during the holidays.  My radio in my car has been on 99.1 since Thanksgiving.  I keep adding people to my Christmas list because I like present shopping so much.  I made a mandatory rule that all wrapping paper used at my house has to match if it's going under the tree.  Contrary to normal I've become very smiley.  And every time I see the giant Christmas tree in the mall I clasp my hands together in joy and smile using all my teeth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tis the season.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8978331566808579344-3034627972746143252?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/3034627972746143252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=3034627972746143252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/3034627972746143252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/3034627972746143252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2007/11/tis-season.html' title='Tis the season'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-2113963171281696519</id><published>2007-10-31T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T10:36:05.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Every Tuesday or Wednesday of each week I have about an hour a half for lunch, so I come and sit at Penera Bread.  It's really climbed the list of favorite "part of the week".  I adore alone time spent surrounded by other people.  And I love the thought process that that follows in that sort of an environment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- What will I be like when I'm 75 years old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- What will LIFE be like when I'm 25 years old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Young children in public places is the best kind of birth control around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Lord, let me love people the way you love people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- He created such a capacity in us to love, and too often I end up wasting so much of it &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;loving my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- I always have, and always will like the way a tall man looks in business clothes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- John Mayer is so good at what he does, because his lyrics are not trite or easy...they &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;make you say, "YEAH!  I feel that way too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- There's a man dressed like Indiana Jones eating two tables over...oh right, it's &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8978331566808579344-2113963171281696519?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/2113963171281696519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=2113963171281696519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/2113963171281696519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/2113963171281696519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2007/10/panera.html' title='Panera'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-441493611173197708</id><published>2007-10-29T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:59:20.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Though there is pain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...when I wake up, I am still with you." &lt;/span&gt;      ~Psalm 139&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8978331566808579344-441493611173197708?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/441493611173197708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=441493611173197708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/441493611173197708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/441493611173197708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2007/10/though-there-is-pain.html' title='Though there is pain...'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-3610181099700788451</id><published>2007-10-24T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:47:48.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlefields &amp; Whistling?</title><content type='html'>I heard the song "Love is a Battlefield" today on the radio.   &lt;div&gt;There is whistling in it after the chorus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just thought that was silly is all I wanted to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8978331566808579344-3610181099700788451?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/3610181099700788451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=3610181099700788451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/3610181099700788451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/3610181099700788451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2007/10/battlefields-whistling.html' title='Battlefields &amp; Whistling?'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-8147731194075440513</id><published>2007-10-20T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:11:51.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindsight</title><content type='html'>My prayer and petition as of late has been the longing for hindsight of the present.  So what it really boils down to, is me not wanting to deal with faith.  Sure I want it...but there's always a work to be done in the process of it all.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonhoeffer wrote, in "The Cost of Discipleship",  that the two statements, "only he who believes is obedient, and only he who is obedient believes", are joined.  "It is quite unbiblical to hold the first proposition without the second."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know that when that choice is made to be obedient and it is followed by hurt, there is a special kind of peace and faith that mingles in the midst of it all.  It helps soften the edges and makes you look forward to the hindsight instead of fearfully waiting on it.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8978331566808579344-8147731194075440513?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/8147731194075440513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=8147731194075440513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/8147731194075440513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/8147731194075440513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2007/10/hindsight.html' title='Hindsight'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-6390406788889656295</id><published>2007-10-19T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T06:13:41.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In some sense the most benevolent, generous person in the world seeks his own happiness in doing good to others, because he places his happiness in their good.  His mind is so enlarged as to take them, as it were, into himself.  Thus when they are happy, he feels it; he partakes with them, and is happy in their happiness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Jonathan Edwards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8978331566808579344-6390406788889656295?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/6390406788889656295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=6390406788889656295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/6390406788889656295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/6390406788889656295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-some-sense-most-benevolent-generous.html' title=''/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978331566808579344.post-1442380237936583136</id><published>2007-09-18T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:54:23.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover</title><content type='html'>When we give love, to whom is it that we give that love to?&lt;div&gt;It is generally the one(s) easiest to love...but this often means the one(s) in need of it least.  As for the unlovable?  Nah, it's much too hard to love them.  Yet there lies the greatest need for love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I am insecure, hurting, needy, wallowing in self pitty...I know I am no fun to love.  But that is when I ache for it the most.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How quickly I forget that feeling and pass by loving another aching for it.  Because that person is just so arrogant, selfish, needy, annoying, time consuming, not fun, clingy, etc.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aching for love is one of the most impossible hurts.  How quickly I'm reminded when I begin to forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8978331566808579344-1442380237936583136?l=sarahw25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/feeds/1442380237936583136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8978331566808579344&amp;postID=1442380237936583136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/1442380237936583136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8978331566808579344/posts/default/1442380237936583136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahw25.blogspot.com/2007/09/lover.html' title='Lover'/><author><name>Sure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716507146320185591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cGVEZtyY7B4/SB5vby9XafI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l3JhKRHjhM8/S220/n8300632_46509161_4393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
