<?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-7812871858939847513</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:59:20.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undeniably Sari</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10507149138403545130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SHiewygjW2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U6T6_bE-4VM/S220/100_1051.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812871858939847513.post-4863633125136569367</id><published>2009-10-27T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T05:44:55.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Car Wreck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay.  I know that there have been a few stories going around the school, so here is one strait from the horse's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing you should know, how it happened.  I was heading to school like it was any normal day, building my speed up to that golden 55 mph.  Then, I looked down. When I brought my eyes back to the road, the car in front of me was stopped for a bus.  I should have seen that, even before I looked down, but I didn't.  I remember thinking 'Oh my gosh it is too late.  I am coming up to fast.' I didn't even have time to take my foot off the gas before I crashed into the George's mini van in front of me.  The last thing I saw before the crash was their car in tact and my speedometer reading 55 mph.  Going that fast, my injuries should have been SO much worse.  But back to the wreck itself.  I opened my eyes.  There was a lot of metal everywhere and Hank was on the edge of the road.  A little bit of comic relief here; I kept my hand on the steering wheel so that when the police came to take my id and registration they wouldn't think I was going to shoot them.  Just like all of the driver's manuals said.  Of course after about five minutes I realized I was not being pulled over for speeding, I was in a wreck.  The George family were on the road walking this way.  'I should get out,' I thought.  I reached for my seat belt and my hand slipped and slide all over it.  That was when I realized that I was covered in my own blood.  Ummm... yuck.  To be perfectly honest, I had no idea I was injured until then.  I finally got out of the car and walked over to the Georges.  I remember saying sorry a lot.  I remember them telling me it was okay.  I remember crying rather hysterically.  I remember Christian George giving me a hug, trying to calm me down.  I remember the police coming.  I remember sobbing about it being all my fault.  I asked a police officer to call my mom and dad.  I was checked out by the EMS who told me I had severe blood loss and would probably die.  Just kidding.  The EMS told me I had a broken nose and damage to my mouth.  They released me to my mom and dad.  The last thing I remember on the crash site was Ainsley George's mom coming over and telling me that it would be okay, that they were all safe.  And then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and all of my siblings were pretty... shook up about the whole thing.  I'm okay.  I'm okay.  I said this at least a hundred times yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;My coat was pretty bloody and my pants had taken more than their fair share.  My mouth was bleeding pretty bad, and after using all of the gauze from the EMS guy I switched to wash clothes.  At about 9:30 Mom and I started doctor visits and then my day really started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we went to the doctor about my nose.  My family doctor wouldn't take me so we went to a walk in clinic.  I was seen by Dr. Miller in about ten minutes.  He took x-rays of my nose and then sewed up my chin which was apparently worse than I thought.  Getting stitches felt... funny.  He gave me a shot that numbed it, but I was still aware of what was going on.  It was strange, but not as bad as I had thought.  Next we looked at my x-ray results.  I had a pretty clean and strait break so my nose will be back to normal very soon.  Of course, in the mean time it is pretty swollen.  But Dr. Miller told me 'Don't worry ding-dong.  You'll be pretty by prom.'  I know it sounds petty, but that made me feel better.  While my mom finished the rest of the paper work, I sat in the car and waited.  After about ten minutes, I pulled down the car mirror and looked at myself.  I know it sounds ridiculous, but I totally laughed.  My face was threatening to take off and become the Goodyear blimp.  My nose looked more like a giant piece of red banana on my face and I had a couple little scratches  down my nose and on my forehead.  Also, I had a swollen lip.  But I didn't look different really.  Just a little puffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the dentist's office.  We got there and went back right away.  The dentist took one look at my mouth and said that there was nothing he could do because I had a broken jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... on to ER.  We got there and waited like fifteen minutes before a nurse came and took my vitals and then sent me to a room.  Another nurse, Bill came in and started paper work and asked me a few questions.  Then a nurse practitioner came and told me what they were going to do.  I had to change into a hospital gown, get a cat scan, get an iv, antibiotics, and pain killer.  She left and I changed into my gown.  Mom and I were in the middle of talking when I realized just what IV meant.  For the first time since the actual wreck, I cried.  Now, some of you may be lost.  I have the most irrational fear in the whole world.  I can't stand wrists.  And where do IVs go?  Yeah...  Mom laughed at me and I did too a little.  And then another person came in to give me a cat scan.  Yes! Safe from the IV for at least ten minutes.  Cat scans are fun actually.  You lay down and they scan you.  It actually is very relaxing.  The cat scan went pretty quickly and then I was back in my room.  Then Bill came back in to do the IV.  Guess what I found out?  They put IVs in your arm! Not your wrist!  So... take that evil phobia.  I guess the blood vain he found was a really good one because the IV acted as a funnel for a few seconds and my own blood went everywhere.  It was pretty messy.  Next he hooked me up to an itty bitty bag of antibiotics.  It was like a third of the size of the ones you see on House.  Then he gave me pain killer.  Guess what I got?!  MORPHINE! At first, the morphine made my whole body feel funny.  Like it wasn't mine.  Thank goodness I was lying down.  Then it hurt a bit.  Then I felt really good.  Like you know how you feel when you just peed after having to go the bathroom for like, ever?  My whole body relaxed and it felt like all was good in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched TV for about an hour before we were leaving the hospital to go to an oral surgeon in Indy.  The whole car ride their was comfy, after all I still had morphine pulsing through my veins.  Then we arrived.  It took us forever to find the hospital because we had wrong directions.  Then we had to find the part of the building we needed which also took us forever.  And, this whole time, I am going through morphine with drawl.  And that hurt!  My body felt foreign again and I got sick in the hallway before I felt better.  But, eventually, we made it to where we were going.  Wishard Hospitol (the one we were now at) is very close to IUPUI which means there are a lot of students receiving hands on experience.  I went into the back room very quickly because the students were really excited about doing this.  In fact, when I first got into the room, I was immediately asked 'Are you the broken jaw?'&lt;br /&gt;Basically, after taking x-rays and looking at my cat scan, they decided to wire my jaw shut.  Dr.  Snow, a blond girl with a heavy German accent, gave me painful shots all over my mouth and then they started.  At first, I knew they were doing things to my mouth, but I didn't feel it.  I kinda felt like a fish on a hook with the way they were pulling wires and such.  But then, everything started to hurt.  You see, I have three jaw fractures.  A clean break in the front, easily fixed by the procedure they were doing.  But my other two were where my jaw connected to my head.  Because these two fractures were so high up they couldn't numb those.  And when they tried to reset my jaw, they pulled on those and that was VERY painful.  Also, they couldn't get my teeth to line up correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... they stopped with the procedure.  Thank goodness for that.  They decided that they would have to complete it with me under anesthetic and they would also have to put a metal plate in the front of my mouth.  Then they sent me home with pain killer and antibiotics.  Guess what pain killer I got?  Vicoden... although let me tell you.  My vicoden is a sugary sweet liquid.  It is nowhere near as good as morphine, but it doesn't have bad with drawls.   It is not all it is cracked up to be.  Really... not fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what everything means.  Some results I am sure of:&lt;br /&gt;I have a broken jaw.&lt;br /&gt;I will have a wired shut mouth for the next six weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I will have to go on an all liquid diet for the next six weeks (No Thanksgiving for me)&lt;br /&gt;I will lose quite a bit of weight.&lt;br /&gt;I have a broken nose that will heal quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I have stitches in my chin that will come out Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to get black eyes soon.&lt;br /&gt;And last&lt;br /&gt;I have to go in for surgery tomorrow.&lt;br /&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/7812871858939847513-4863633125136569367?l=sarilott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/feeds/4863633125136569367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812871858939847513&amp;postID=4863633125136569367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/4863633125136569367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/4863633125136569367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-car-wreck.html' title='My Car Wreck'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10507149138403545130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SHiewygjW2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U6T6_bE-4VM/S220/100_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812871858939847513.post-5618059885504613969</id><published>2009-02-03T16:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:10:59.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming Week...again</title><content type='html'>After the 5 day weekend, homecoming started....again.  For some reason they thought that since we didn't do banners, hallways, or the traditional games, that we should start all over.  I am not going to lie, the participation went from the majority to zip.  A poor choice?  Absolutely not.  There would have been a riot, revolt or general protest.  But, it just doesn't feel like homecoming.  Like AT ALL.  I have not dressed up one day so far.  Tomorrow is construction workers day.  Probably won't dress up then either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an Academic meet and tomorrow and Thursday I have Quiz Bowl.  So I won't get to work on the banner or hall way.  And Friday is a half day.  We will go to school purely for homecoming and homecoming alone.  I think that the absent list will be inconceivably long.  Pages and pages.  We had skippers even when we had a half day of school.  So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go practice my clarinet because I have Solo and Ensemble this Saturday.  It is kind of a big deal because I am in group 1 and group 1 can go to state.  At some points I want to get a gold and go to state, but other times, I am like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one more thing to do?  I like the piece, but the pressure....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I should go.&lt;br /&gt;~Sari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812871858939847513-5618059885504613969?l=sarilott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/feeds/5618059885504613969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812871858939847513&amp;postID=5618059885504613969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/5618059885504613969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/5618059885504613969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/2009/02/homecoming-weekagain.html' title='Homecoming Week...again'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10507149138403545130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SHiewygjW2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U6T6_bE-4VM/S220/100_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812871858939847513.post-5263479709359101408</id><published>2009-01-29T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T06:54:42.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming Week</title><content type='html'>So... this week is the week of Monroe Central Homecoming.  In case you are far beyond high school years, homecoming week is the most important week of the year.  It is like fashion week for a designer or election week for a politician.  The entire month we talk about themes, dress-up days, and hallway and banner ideas.  The way the week goes is like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;- First dress up day, Pajama Day.  All classes pretty much stay after until 8 or 8:30 starting the banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;- Favorite Sport's team day.  You see a lot of brown and gold and over sized NFL jerseys.  After school we work on finishing up banner and start painting or working on hallway decorations. Once again stay until 8 to 8:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;- (We had no school this day but it would have went like this) Construction worker day.  I imagine it would have been something like lots of yellow hats and hammers.  Everyone would stay after to finish the banner and doing whatever you could to make tomorrow easier, so working on some of the hallway projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;- Decades Day (No school today, so this is what would have happened) Everyone buzzing about staying after today.  Lots of big concert tees and the irking smell of hairspray.  Maybe some poodle skirts.  Everyone would stay after school.  I mean EVERYONE.  We would stay after until 10 or 11 even.  The hallway would come together.  Today would have been the second most important day, the first of course being friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;-Tomorrow...hmmm.  Brown and gold day.  Lots of shorts, beads, face paint, and excitement.  There is a half day of classes.  After that we would all go to the cafeteria for a concert of the MC talent show.  Some good bands... some good acts...others?  Not so much.  But we scream and yell and smile anyway.  After that we file into the gym and scream.  Lots of screaming.  We play some silly games, including fear factor in which you can be sure to see someone barf, the bat spin, and balloon pop.  After school... I can't remember, that never seems impotant.  The game is big we all scream and yell and do crazy things and then we go to the dance.  Then it is all over, nothing but your inablity to speak and large pastelled paper that esentially says 'Win Bears' to show for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by the next year you are ready to do it again.  And this year won't even feel like homecoming really.  People will be ready for another one next week.  I mean with the two most important prep days gone nobody will have a banner or a hallway and the building excitement has been all but drained.  Can imagine that kind of homecoming?  I certainly cannot.  I can't even imagine being a senior right now.  I mean, I am no Suzy Q, but everyone gets into homecoming.  I am just really curious at this point about this will all play out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  So I have a funny story.  This morning I was reading and I heard Dora ask Brighton if paper came from trees and he said yeah.  then I hear Dora go out to the hallway and say, "Told ya so Tobi, Brighton said that paper came from trees."  And then Tobi said "Nu-uh.  I have never seen a paper tree!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812871858939847513-5263479709359101408?l=sarilott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/feeds/5263479709359101408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812871858939847513&amp;postID=5263479709359101408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/5263479709359101408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/5263479709359101408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/2009/01/homecoming-week.html' title='Homecoming Week'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10507149138403545130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SHiewygjW2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U6T6_bE-4VM/S220/100_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812871858939847513.post-8138687278464133620</id><published>2008-12-28T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:00:03.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>Hiya!!  I just wanted to say Merry Christmas to everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything big to say, but I have to write an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; paper here soon, so might as well practice going on and on about nothing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was great this year.  I could tell ya everything that I got, but no need to provoke jealousy, right?  I will say that we got an electric piano or keyboard or whatever you wanna call it.  My favorite thing about it is that it has lessons right on there.  They have some piano solos, and duets and other things on there.  But the the best part is they have my favorite piano song EVER on there.  Fur Elise, by Beethoven.  So mom and dad are very happy about the head phone jack, because I play that all the time.  Of course I mainly play right hand, cause I suck at left hand.  But I can play them both, just...ve..ry.. sl..o...w...ly.  Anyway.  I love to play music.  I want to learn how to play the cello.  And I will learn someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the holidays.  You know what I love?  From like after christmas eve to after New years, you can eat, or watch as much T.V. or play as much computer as you couold possibly want.  I mean, like for breakfast everyday since christmas I have had a bottle of coke and m&amp;amp;ms for breakfast and lunch.  How flippin' sweet is that?!!  And you get to go shopping and get gifts.  And do whatever.  With very little responsibility.  I mean I still have to read a story for english and practice my clarinet (solo and ensemble in one month)  but very little.  Well and the occasionaly babysitting, but I mean all my little brothers and sisters have toys, so like, what is my job description? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yeah.  Nothing.  Any way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812871858939847513-8138687278464133620?l=sarilott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/feeds/8138687278464133620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812871858939847513&amp;postID=8138687278464133620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/8138687278464133620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/8138687278464133620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10507149138403545130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SHiewygjW2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U6T6_bE-4VM/S220/100_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812871858939847513.post-7038191952867428080</id><published>2008-12-22T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:24:54.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still sane...barely</title><content type='html'>Hiya!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so the reason that I haven't blogged the last few days is because I can't blog on my computer.  Yeah, only on my mom's.  So I have to wait for it to be free.&lt;br /&gt;But I am now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...what to put?  Umm, I am not insane.  Thanks to youth group.  Really, if it weren't for Pink, I could be chewing through a strait jacket right.  Not really.  Oh to the petty worries of a 15 year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... well 2 more days until christmas!!! Yay for that.  I love Christmas.  a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I can't prattle any longer, so I will have to conclude this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812871858939847513-7038191952867428080?l=sarilott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/feeds/7038191952867428080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812871858939847513&amp;postID=7038191952867428080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/7038191952867428080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/7038191952867428080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-sanebarely.html' title='Still sane...barely'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10507149138403545130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SHiewygjW2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U6T6_bE-4VM/S220/100_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812871858939847513.post-3407562703045821663</id><published>2008-12-19T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:56:19.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Could Be Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Right now I am just writing to say goodbye because this could be the last day you ever get to read a sane blog from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to spend another all dayer with my 3 little brothers and sisters.  They are quiet though, that is good.  At least it is Christmas time.  :)  See I smile for you now.  All hope is not lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812871858939847513-3407562703045821663?l=sarilott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/feeds/3407562703045821663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812871858939847513&amp;postID=3407562703045821663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/3407562703045821663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/3407562703045821663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-could-be-goodbye.html' title='This Could Be Goodbye'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10507149138403545130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SHiewygjW2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U6T6_bE-4VM/S220/100_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812871858939847513.post-3801216574083097534</id><published>2008-12-19T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:10:20.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooooo another blog!  Slightly less than four months too PK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  The reason that I am blogging is because... I have a two hour delay... AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate not going to school.  You know how you are in elementary and everyday you rub your lucky rabbit foot saying over and over "Let there be no school.  Please no school!" And you NEVER miss school?  And then by the time you get into high school and rainy day Barbie just doesn't cut it anymore.  You actually want to start talking to people &lt;em&gt;your own age.&lt;/em&gt;  Not 13, 9, or5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this just in.  We are closed.  I think I am going to go cry.  DEATH to ALL bad weather.  NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Tear* *Sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very disappointed in the school system.  We can't be closed!  *Sniff Sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't even get to pass out my Christmas cards.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or see my friends. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812871858939847513-3801216574083097534?l=sarilott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/feeds/3801216574083097534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812871858939847513&amp;postID=3801216574083097534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/3801216574083097534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/3801216574083097534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/2008/12/ooooo-another-blog-slightly-less-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10507149138403545130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SHiewygjW2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U6T6_bE-4VM/S220/100_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812871858939847513.post-2824405219474616236</id><published>2008-12-18T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:49:22.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surprise!  A new blog.  I know, don't die of shock. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, obviously I am extremely bored or have a funny story or both.  Right now it is both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my funny story.  Ready?  O.K. Good.  Here it goes. &lt;br /&gt;So... today and yesterday schools were closed (even Monroe Central so you know this had to be bad)  and my mom had to work, so it was just me and my siblings.  Yay fun??  Umm... no.  Claudia, our next door neighbor was over so Tobi was quite occupied play school, or barbie, or whatever the evil twins could think of.  Brighton is 13 and prefers to stay in is room (I know!  I am lucky) Leaving only Dora... the worst one when it comes to being bored, or anything really.  So, before things got out of hand I decided to snip the boredom where it was at.  I told her to get her christmas gifts and bring them to my room.  She was of course elated and happy for the time being.  But after Dora, I also had to help Brighton and Tobi... 'they' wanted to wrap their gifts too.  Next I helped Brighton wrap his.  He, by the way, attempted to match yellow christmas tags with the pretty baby blue and white wrapping paper I had picked out.  Umm... no.  Poor child, I am convinced he is color blind.  But my funny stories come from Tobi.  Tobi was the most hands on.  She proceded to tell me that I was wrapping thing wrong and that I should fold this like this, and when I gave her the opportunity, she would show me the 'right way' to wrap gifts.  She tried to tell me that I needed to put tape here, and that this color would match better.  Silly five year old.  But when we got to mommy's gift, I nearly died laughing so hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started like any other present.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you think mommy will like her gift?!"&lt;br /&gt;And I answered the same way I already had 3 times before.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I am sure she will"&lt;br /&gt;Then with total seriousness she looks at me worried, like this was the biggest thing troubling her little 5 year old heart.&lt;br /&gt;"I think she knows what it is though"&lt;br /&gt;Well DUH!  Mom always knows what she is getting.  She shows us, or wraps it for us or something, so for one reason or another gifts are never a surprise for mom.&lt;br /&gt;"What makes you think that?" *stiffled giggle goes here*&lt;br /&gt;"Well...*worried look* she picked it out for me."&lt;br /&gt;I nearly lost it here.  "Oh... *giggle* I am sure *he he he* she will like it"  Here is where I ran out of the room.  I had to tell mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... poor Tobi.  She must be so troubled.  But this further proves my... er... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theory.&lt;/span&gt; You see I am the "over achiever" Brighton is the "achiever" Dora is the "genius" and well... that only leaves one spot to fill... dumb as a stump.  Just a theory but according to mom and Tobi's teacher it is wrong... still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, because I had wrapped all the gifts that are under the tree, there was not a gift there for me.  I pouted and told Dora to go wrap my gift.  She couldn't it was too "oddly shaped".  So I pouted for a real long time.  Then I went to pout to mom.  She had mercy and told Brighton to wrap his gift to me.  He put it in a box and I wrapped it.  Life is so not fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812871858939847513-2824405219474616236?l=sarilott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/feeds/2824405219474616236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812871858939847513&amp;postID=2824405219474616236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/2824405219474616236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/2824405219474616236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/2008/12/surprise-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10507149138403545130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SHiewygjW2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U6T6_bE-4VM/S220/100_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812871858939847513.post-5375387275587323593</id><published>2008-08-07T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:50:50.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band is done</title><content type='html'>So I know that I have not posted in forever.  But, eh... oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of this morning at 2 a.m.  band was done.  Well, except for the August 22 football game.  But other than that, my bass drum days are over.  Although I cannot deny a growing attachment to bass drum four and the fact that I will miss seeing all the Hagerstown people.  Who knows, maybe I will march bass drum next year.  It was a lot of fun.  But anywho, we got 13th in the morning show due to a 13 point penalty, and 8th in the night show.  We could have done better, everyone believes, had it not been for the fact that we had no power in the night show (their fault)  and now power in the morning show because something happened and a keyboard caught on fire on the inside (we had to buy new ones) and the electricity didn't work after that.  But any way, we still did well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812871858939847513-5375387275587323593?l=sarilott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/feeds/5375387275587323593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812871858939847513&amp;postID=5375387275587323593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/5375387275587323593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/5375387275587323593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/2008/08/band-is-done.html' title='Band is done'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10507149138403545130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SHiewygjW2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U6T6_bE-4VM/S220/100_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812871858939847513.post-8330656884633850428</id><published>2008-07-20T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:32.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SIOmZLlalFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b2Zl50oVTb4/s1600-h/100_1140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SIOmZLlalFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b2Zl50oVTb4/s320/100_1140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225202944216568914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so people have been wanting me to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SIOm9_Vk9rI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qyv9e__S7fY/s1600-h/100_1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SIOm9_Vk9rI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qyv9e__S7fY/s320/100_1148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225203576584074930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                             This is me after taking down my                                                                                                                                                        band braids, ugh.  Can we say,                                                                                                                     "Bad hair day"?&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday were my first two competitions.  On Thursday we got 3rd out of thirteen bands.  We were beat only by Centerville and Muncie Southside.  Friday we got4th out of 17 bands.  This time we beat Centerville but were defeated by Jay County whom we had beat only the night before.  We were also beat by Muncie Southside (again) and Anderson Highland (ooo shocker).  So both nights were great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Now I am basically just trying to blow the world's largest bubble.  You would think that 3 feet of gum would be enough.  Nope.  Maybe I need to chew the other three feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will give you pictures now of my with the bass drum and maybe some video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812871858939847513-8330656884633850428?l=sarilott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/feeds/8330656884633850428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812871858939847513&amp;postID=8330656884633850428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/8330656884633850428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/8330656884633850428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-so-people-have-been-wanting-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10507149138403545130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SHiewygjW2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U6T6_bE-4VM/S220/100_1051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SIOmZLlalFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b2Zl50oVTb4/s72-c/100_1140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812871858939847513.post-8531992989735575360</id><published>2008-07-15T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:11:35.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much</title><content type='html'>Ok so, yesterday I lied.  Today was my 11th day.  4 from band camp, 5 from last week, so far 2 from this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the longest day of band I have had yet.  That is saying a lot considering We did thirteen hours of practice a day during band camp.  13 to 6.  Big difference, with the six being larger.  Anyway, long day tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday will be my first band contest.  It will also be my 13th day marching and playing the bass drum.  Oooo fun.  I wonder what people at my school will say if I wore a Hagerstown Band shirt on the first day of school?  What about on homecoming?  Ooooo that would be a hoot!  The most unpatriotic soph of the century. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I counted today, 30 more hours of band practices.  Don't get me wrong though, I love band.  I just don't like right before practices.  But from tomorrow on will be evening practices.  so tomorrow is my last morning and afternoon practice.  OH MY GOSH IT IS!  That is... weird, scary, and exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Buh Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Sari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812871858939847513-8531992989735575360?l=sarilott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/feeds/8531992989735575360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812871858939847513&amp;postID=8531992989735575360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/8531992989735575360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/8531992989735575360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-much.html' title='Not much'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10507149138403545130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SHiewygjW2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U6T6_bE-4VM/S220/100_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812871858939847513.post-6461024405572862763</id><published>2008-07-14T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:34:42.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band</title><content type='html'>I am back.  Ok so today was day number 11 with a bass drum strapped to my front.  It has really been three weeks at the end of the this week, but today was the eleventh day.  If that make sense.  I am really tired but all in all today was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flew by as usual, going from 9 to 11 to noon then slowly through the lunch break, (crazy I know, completely and totally backwards, lunch should be short, practice long, but the one hour of lunch takes longer than the six hour practice)  The next thing I knew it was 2.  We marched for like fifteen min.  then had (what seemed like) a half hour break, then marched like half an hour and then boom!  4 o'clock time to go home.  I am very thankful that lunch is so long and practice so short.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even during these short periods, a lot of sun damage can take place.  I currently have sun poison on my neck and am pealing like a banana on my legs and ears.  I also have a pretty shade of rose pink on my arms, face, and upper legs.  Oh, and heaven forbid I forget my hair is chock full of chunks of pealing skin.  Please don't get sick, you discolor your keyboard.  Yesterday while drying and putting away dishes my brother said, 'Would you rather have a million dollars or be rid of your sun poison?'&lt;br /&gt;'Sun poison' I said.  Then he added millions until he reached like 300 million dollars.  I still chose to be rid of my sun poison.  He though I was nuts.  Dora agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should say who Dora is.  She is my sister.  Brighton is my brother.  Tobi is my other sister.  In age it goes me 15, Brighton 12 (13 this month), Dora 8, and Tobi 5.  And don't forget ma mere et mon pere.  They recently celebrated their 4th anneversery.  Then again they have married for 16 years, can you figure it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Ta ta for now&lt;br /&gt;Sari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812871858939847513-6461024405572862763?l=sarilott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/feeds/6461024405572862763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812871858939847513&amp;postID=6461024405572862763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/6461024405572862763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/6461024405572862763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/2008/07/band.html' title='Band'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10507149138403545130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SHiewygjW2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U6T6_bE-4VM/S220/100_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812871858939847513.post-7030351302301721865</id><published>2008-07-13T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:11:44.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's me again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hello, it is me again.  Not much to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today I was in a water war, it was a lot of fun.  I got there and hung out a little bit and then it all started.  Pink was the first one to get me wet although... does it count when I volunteered?  He wanted to show everyone his water gun and he said something like I just shoot Sari to show you.  Only I would say 'OK!'  Then I had to get Eric back for getting my brother orange.  So, with water gun (complete with green cartridge) in hand I set off for payback.  At first I had to make sure the green was just right so I tested it on Zach Moore and Samon.  It took a little while to make it the perfect shade of green.  But soon it was alright.  So after a while I finally felt that the payback was complete.  Eric's face was a nice shade of green (although shame shame it washed off).  If only he felt he was done.  (What you thought that he wouldn't get me whilst I was getting him?  Yeah, as Cher would say 'As If!'  [I was throughly soaked])  He called a truce... and then squirted me in the eye, in the middle of the truce handshake (stupid me thinking it was on the level)  Yeah I didn't fall for it twice though.  But he didn't really squirt me after that.  Then we played a sort of water balloon dodge ball.  And the we through water at people while they were swinging.  I was honored to be one of the first swingers along with Zach Moore and Samon, (The very same two whom I tested the green water on) There is no sarcasm there.  I was elated to be picked first in a game for once. lol.  Then we went inside and had our lesson... Which was very informal ;) (For Pink if he is reading).  Anyway umm... Bye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812871858939847513-7030351302301721865?l=sarilott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/feeds/7030351302301721865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812871858939847513&amp;postID=7030351302301721865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/7030351302301721865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/7030351302301721865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-me-again.html' title='It&apos;s me again'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10507149138403545130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SHiewygjW2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U6T6_bE-4VM/S220/100_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812871858939847513.post-2167959345831471445</id><published>2008-07-12T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T04:49:50.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So this is how it all starts.  I had always seen my mom write on her blog and reading everyone else's and I am like, 'I want one!'  So I got up and made one.  Now, I don't know what to put on here.  So umm... I am done with this one I think.  Umm... goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812871858939847513-2167959345831471445?l=sarilott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/feeds/2167959345831471445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812871858939847513&amp;postID=2167959345831471445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/2167959345831471445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812871858939847513/posts/default/2167959345831471445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarilott.blogspot.com/2008/07/hiya.html' title='Hiya!'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10507149138403545130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XE5U_ikjSys/SHiewygjW2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U6T6_bE-4VM/S220/100_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
