<?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-4680719896491588638</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:39:16.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(365) Days of Sarah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299422210833413777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680719896491588638.post-8589906399919742539</id><published>2011-04-27T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:29:51.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Obsession:</title><content type='html'>Just watch this.  You'll love them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="420" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OYVE3a2wGzE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680719896491588638-8589906399919742539?l=sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/8589906399919742539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4680719896491588638&amp;postID=8589906399919742539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/8589906399919742539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/8589906399919742539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-obsession.html' title='New Obsession:'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299422210833413777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OYVE3a2wGzE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680719896491588638.post-4203614150335433437</id><published>2011-03-07T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:15:07.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I'll admit it once again.  I suck at blogging.  So what?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was ridiculous.  The worst part is that today fooled me early on into thinking that it was going to be a day full of happiness and joy.  It started off so deceptively well.  Well, to be honest, I woke up at 5 in the morning feeling sick (that should have been my first hint, but nooo).  But I decided to brush it off and head on my way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did just that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided that today was going to be a great day because it was raining.  And I love the rain.  Anyway, everything was going well.  Better than well, in fact, because Italian was cancelled and there's nothing I love more than NOT having to go to that class.  So I was happy.  I went to Singers and I continued being happy.  I was convinced that the rain was sending me vibes of positivity.  Then I had to go to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually work is fine.  But, my manager is on a cruise so I have to take over a bit this week.  And this is when my day went downhill.  And fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. "You can't have your beads back because you weren't listening during announcements and we made a deal that if you could prove to me that you could be quiet and listen I would give them back to you.  But you broke our deal.  So I can't give the beads to you today.  But if you're quiet during announcements tomorrow, you can get them then."  (This resulted in lots of crying from a second grade boy and refusal to ever come back to afterschool program ever again.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. "Why were you just throwing a temper tantrum on the floor?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    (First grade boy.  Through sobs.  Naturally.)"I told my brother he could have a little bite of my candy and he took a big bite!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     "Okay, well, sometimes things happen that make us upset, but the important thing is how we react to those things that make us upset.  What's something you could have done instead of throwing yourself on the ground and wailing?"'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     "I don't know!!!!  He ate my candy!!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  "Okay, you need to prove to me that you can sit still and silent for ten seconds.  Then I'll let you go get your dinner."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     (Literally two seconds later)  "...Now?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     "No, you need to be quiet and I'll tell you when you can go in."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     (Literally five seconds later)  "...Now?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     "No."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oy vey.  These kids are going to be the death of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680719896491588638-4203614150335433437?l=sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/4203614150335433437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4680719896491588638&amp;postID=4203614150335433437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/4203614150335433437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/4203614150335433437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/2011/03/okay-ill-admit-it-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299422210833413777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680719896491588638.post-4019183649179874904</id><published>2011-03-02T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T21:54:05.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Two of my favorite people:&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOSwWyPDpjo/TW8r_AKaO6I/AAAAAAAAAck/mckcBCHWYlk/s1600/132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOSwWyPDpjo/TW8r_AKaO6I/AAAAAAAAAck/mckcBCHWYlk/s320/132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579726824710749090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A day at the beach.  March 20, 2010.&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/4680719896491588638-4019183649179874904?l=sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/4019183649179874904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4680719896491588638&amp;postID=4019183649179874904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/4019183649179874904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/4019183649179874904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/2011/03/two-of-my-favorite-people-day-at-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299422210833413777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOSwWyPDpjo/TW8r_AKaO6I/AAAAAAAAAck/mckcBCHWYlk/s72-c/132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680719896491588638.post-1034097808215395629</id><published>2011-02-28T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:08:13.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you need a laugh, watch these.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't necessarily &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; a laugh, watch these.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350" id="AOLVP_805741639001" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://o.aolcdn.com/videoplayer/AOL_PlayerLoader.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="codever=1&amp;amp;stillurl=http%3A%2F%2Fpdl%2Estream%2Eaol%2Ecom%2Fpdlext%2Faol%2Fbrightcove%2Faolmaster%2F1612833736%2F1612833736%5F805749039001%5Fari%2Dorigin06%2Darc%2D627%2D1298866256311%2Ejpg%3FpubId%3D1612833736&amp;amp;playerid=61371447001&amp;amp;videoid=805741639001&amp;amp;publisherid=1612833736"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://o.aolcdn.com/videoplayer/AOL_PlayerLoader.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" bgcolor="#000000" width="425" height="350" name="AOLVP_805741639001" flashvars="codever=1&amp;amp;stillurl=http%3A%2F%2Fpdl%2Estream%2Eaol%2Ecom%2Fpdlext%2Faol%2Fbrightcove%2Faolmaster%2F1612833736%2F1612833736%5F805749039001%5Fari%2Dorigin06%2Darc%2D627%2D1298866256311%2Ejpg%3FpubId%3D1612833736&amp;amp;playerid=61371447001&amp;amp;videoid=805741639001&amp;amp;publisherid=1612833736"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/80entLldZOg?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pXChsJCHNVM?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680719896491588638-1034097808215395629?l=sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/1034097808215395629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4680719896491588638&amp;postID=1034097808215395629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/1034097808215395629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/1034097808215395629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-you-need-laugh-watch-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299422210833413777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/80entLldZOg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680719896491588638.post-7273879320198983458</id><published>2011-02-27T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:26:33.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have an enemy.  This enemy's name is "long-term goal".  &lt;br /&gt;We've never gotten along.  Ever.  &lt;br /&gt;So, tonight I'm proposing a short-term goal.  I will post on this blog every day this week.  It might be one sentence, it might be a discourse detailing my deepest thoughts (let's hope it's the former, for your sake).  But, either way, it's gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;Mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what's on my mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;A passage I'm supposed to be writing a paper on.&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is I don't really understand it (and by "don't really" I mean "not at all").&lt;br /&gt;Here's a taste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yet it does not take much reflection to see that a process of compensatory exchange must be involved here, in which the henceforth manipulated viewer is offered specific gratifications in return for his or her consent to passivity. In other words, if the ideological function of the mass culture is understood as a process whereby otherwise dangerous and protopolitical impulses are managed and defused, rechanneled and offered spurious objects, then some preliminary step must also be theorized in which these same impulses (the raw material upon which the process works) are initially awakened within the very text that seeks to still them. If the function of the mass cultural text is meanwhile seen rather as the production of false consciousness and the symbolic reaffirmation of this or that legitimizing strategy, even this process cannot be grasped as one of sheer violence. . . nor as one inscribing the appropriate attitudes upon a blank slate, but must necessarily involve a complex strategy of rhetorical persuasion in which substantial incentives are offered for ideological adherence. We will say that such incentives, as well as the impulses to be managed by the mass cultural text, are necessarily Utopian in nature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680719896491588638-7273879320198983458?l=sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/7273879320198983458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4680719896491588638&amp;postID=7273879320198983458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/7273879320198983458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/7273879320198983458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-enemy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299422210833413777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680719896491588638.post-988754284286329058</id><published>2011-02-26T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T19:31:15.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm in love with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much so that I'm ending the drought of posts by posting this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's kind of a big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jYpcFHtxm60?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, please excuse me while I watch this for the millionth time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680719896491588638-988754284286329058?l=sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/988754284286329058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4680719896491588638&amp;postID=988754284286329058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/988754284286329058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/988754284286329058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-in-love-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299422210833413777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jYpcFHtxm60/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680719896491588638.post-3934127669732520205</id><published>2010-04-02T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:37:39.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Time Coming...</title><content type='html'>I'm a bad blogger.  So sue me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Songs I'm currently obsessed with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kings and Queens (30 Seconds to Mars)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's Got You High (Mumm Ra)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All The Right Moves (One Republic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicest Thing (Kate Nash)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Animal (Neon Trees)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Only Exception (Paramore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go listen to them.  I love them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680719896491588638-3934127669732520205?l=sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3934127669732520205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4680719896491588638&amp;postID=3934127669732520205' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/3934127669732520205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/3934127669732520205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-time-coming.html' title='A Long Time Coming...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299422210833413777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680719896491588638.post-9185061785691572455</id><published>2009-10-06T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:54:12.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I may or may not have just eaten an entire Hershey's Cookies 'n' Creme chocolate bar.</title><content type='html'>Shhh.  Don't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Sst15LhI5EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_DCjiyhJLDM/s1600-h/blog+hersheys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Sst15LhI5EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_DCjiyhJLDM/s320/blog+hersheys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389531004283708482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680719896491588638-9185061785691572455?l=sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/9185061785691572455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4680719896491588638&amp;postID=9185061785691572455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/9185061785691572455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/9185061785691572455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-may-or-may-not-have-just-eaten-entire.html' title='I may or may not have just eaten an entire Hershey&apos;s Cookies &apos;n&apos; Creme chocolate bar.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299422210833413777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Sst15LhI5EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_DCjiyhJLDM/s72-c/blog+hersheys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680719896491588638.post-7929107732461828590</id><published>2009-10-04T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:03:38.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some old pictures of adorable nieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl5764YV5I/AAAAAAAAANY/ZOYE85tP46I/s1600-h/063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl5764YV5I/AAAAAAAAANY/ZOYE85tP46I/s320/063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388972499450484626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nora and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl6NwWcH9I/AAAAAAAAANg/m-8TGzoMMTE/s1600-h/127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl6NwWcH9I/AAAAAAAAANg/m-8TGzoMMTE/s320/127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388972805861416914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl6hrNDuyI/AAAAAAAAANo/uhH9uTmFA5M/s1600-h/125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl6hrNDuyI/AAAAAAAAANo/uhH9uTmFA5M/s320/125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388973148077275938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl6yBECigI/AAAAAAAAANw/aFmk2-wG5X0/s1600-h/128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl6yBECigI/AAAAAAAAANw/aFmk2-wG5X0/s320/128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388973428822936066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claire&lt;br /&gt;(The last picture is of my favorite face she makes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl7Oi-5S0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/dPJsUs1ISN8/s1600-h/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl7Oi-5S0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/dPJsUs1ISN8/s320/016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388973918964501314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl7jCgncuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0PW73SaKnCQ/s1600-h/079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl7jCgncuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0PW73SaKnCQ/s320/079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388974271024820962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl7y3NuCcI/AAAAAAAAAOI/f5WxSx_Enh0/s1600-h/027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl7y3NuCcI/AAAAAAAAAOI/f5WxSx_Enh0/s320/027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388974542870677954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aubrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl8Ki-NMyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/FJyaQXxNeNk/s1600-h/108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl8Ki-NMyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/FJyaQXxNeNk/s320/108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388974949753762594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ava watching - or should I say mesmerized by - the Lawrence Welk Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl866Ds1dI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4HI2hiv5j4o/s1600-h/116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl866Ds1dI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4HI2hiv5j4o/s320/116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388975780584543698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A sight you'll never see - Ava with her mouth full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl9UMYh_6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/qldgHBra2ig/s1600-h/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl9UMYh_6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/qldgHBra2ig/s320/033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388976215000481698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ava&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/4680719896491588638-7929107732461828590?l=sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/7929107732461828590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4680719896491588638&amp;postID=7929107732461828590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/7929107732461828590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/7929107732461828590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/2009/10/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299422210833413777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/Ssl5764YV5I/AAAAAAAAANY/ZOYE85tP46I/s72-c/063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680719896491588638.post-1665001603758026127</id><published>2009-09-30T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:03:45.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Think?....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, folks.  So I know I am the worst blogger ever.  I have come to terms with this.  I will try to redeem myself, but I make no promises.  So, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ne&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;w job involves children from first grade to sixth grade.  Yesterday we helped the elementary school with a carnival-type activity for families.  Basically all we did was stand at the bounce houses and let kids go into them two at a time (I know - fun, right?  But hey, if I'm getting paid for it that's fine with me....).  I was told by two different kids at this event that I look like these two ladies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/SsPuqpvKuPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iN1L0zf6l5U/s1600-h/blog+-+scooby+doo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/SsPuqpvKuPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iN1L0zf6l5U/s320/blog+-+scooby+doo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387411995790850290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/SsPuxxSCT0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/iCo3bELOsXE/s1600-h/blog+-+scooby+doo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/SsPuxxSCT0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/iCo3bELOsXE/s320/blog+-+scooby+doo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387412118075232066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"That girl from Scooby Doo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/SsPxDJlSjdI/AAAAAAAAAM4/SI9GWmYPHDI/s1600-h/blog+-+lady+gaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/SsPxDJlSjdI/AAAAAAAAAM4/SI9GWmYPHDI/s320/blog+-+lady+gaga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387414615679471058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Lady Gaga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, right?  Kids these days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Sarah/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&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/4680719896491588638-1665001603758026127?l=sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/1665001603758026127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4680719896491588638&amp;postID=1665001603758026127' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/1665001603758026127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/1665001603758026127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-do-you-think.html' title='What Do You Think?....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299422210833413777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/SsPuqpvKuPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iN1L0zf6l5U/s72-c/blog+-+scooby+doo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680719896491588638.post-3755403503159035177</id><published>2008-11-08T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T12:54:14.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is Coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Due to the morning of snowfall this past week I have been in the Christmas mood ever since. This has, of course, prompted me to begin thinking about what I want for Christmas. So far I have a few items ready and waiting for whoever drew my name in my family to buy for me! So, to make things a bit easier I'm posting these things on my blog to, ya know, get the word around...since nothing gets the word around better than a blog. :) Here they are (Items are not to scale):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266384280380144354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/SRX0mbrCeuI/AAAAAAAAADg/452dKCHMBfU/s320/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE AMBER ROAD COAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/"&gt;http://www.modcloth.com/&lt;/a&gt; $84.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266387126424456882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 71px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/SRX3MGA4TrI/AAAAAAAAADw/oMbFUQlWmhQ/s320/clutch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE PLEATED KISSLOCK CLUTCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.express.com/"&gt;http://www.express.com/&lt;/a&gt; On sale for $27.65! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;AND Express is currently having a buy one get one 50% off sale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266388196532306946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/SRX4KYeeRAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mRBafXtoXIA/s320/flats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;BLUE TOPAZ FLATS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/"&gt;http://www.modcloth.com/&lt;/a&gt; $29.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266389576842547234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/SRX5auiFECI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C_sRPQhK1es/s320/boat+shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BUOYED BOAT SHOES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/"&gt;http://www.modcloth.com/&lt;/a&gt; $29.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I suppose that's all for now. But, stay tuned. I'm sure there will be more to come. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680719896491588638-3755403503159035177?l=sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/3755403503159035177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4680719896491588638&amp;postID=3755403503159035177' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/3755403503159035177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/3755403503159035177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is Coming!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299422210833413777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/SRX0mbrCeuI/AAAAAAAAADg/452dKCHMBfU/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680719896491588638.post-6781990371877911617</id><published>2008-09-09T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:54:42.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favorite poets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My A.P. English teacher introduced my class to Billy Collins - a hilarious, sometimes sarcastic poet. He was actually U.S. Poet Laureate from 2001 - 2003 and is the New York state Poet Laureate right now. This is one of my favorite poems of his:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the author is the first to go&lt;br /&gt;followed obediently by the title, the plot,&lt;br /&gt;the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel&lt;br /&gt;which suddenly becomes one you have never read,&lt;br /&gt;never even heard of,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor&lt;br /&gt;decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,&lt;br /&gt;to a little fishing village where there are no phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,&lt;br /&gt;and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,&lt;br /&gt;it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,&lt;br /&gt;not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has floated away down a dark mythological river&lt;br /&gt;whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,&lt;br /&gt;well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those&lt;br /&gt;who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you rise in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted&lt;br /&gt;out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way in which he reads his own poems makes them even more funny. I would love to go to a poetry reading of his someday! To hear some more of his poems go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.download.com/billycollins/3600-8207-100467105.html?tag=MDL_quickurl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Some of my other favorites are &lt;em&gt;The Lanyard&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Marginalia&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Nostalgia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680719896491588638-6781990371877911617?l=sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/6781990371877911617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4680719896491588638&amp;postID=6781990371877911617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/6781990371877911617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/6781990371877911617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-of-my-favorite-poets.html' title='One of my favorite poets'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299422210833413777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4680719896491588638.post-5042149437446286475</id><published>2008-09-08T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:37:51.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, this is my first official post! Hopefully I will be better at keeping up on this than I am keeping up so far in my Psychology class. One chapter containing forty pages of teeny, tiny handwriting?...Come now...(I should probably get used to that, right?). So far college life has been pretty fun and crazy and busy all rolled into one. I currently am working at the M.T.C. Bookstore which has been going really well. It's been a nice change from the temporary job during the summer of having to call strangers and try to coerce them into taking "a short political survey". Usually that didn't go over too well... So, everyday I wake up and walk to work at 7:10 in order to get there at 7:30 and work for four hours. Hopefully it's a busy day, because then it goes by a lot quicker. (I'm also able to get 20% off in the BYU Bookstore because the M.T.C. Bookstore is a part of it! Woohoo!) I've already seen multiple friends from highschool and been able to chat with them for a minute (my supervisor told me that if missionaries try to flirt with me I should say "Isn't there somewhere you need to be?"...I guess that gets the point across). But so far it's been a really fun, uplifting place to work. Then, if it's a Monday, Wednesday, or Friday I speedwalk to my next class at noon. Right now I'm taking Psychology 111 (no good...although the teacher does remind me of the main singer in Colors...Bep? Remember?), Physical Science 100 (the teacher is hilarious and basically just does experiments the entire time - it's awesome), HEPE 129 (basically a college P.E. class, and let's be honest, P.E. has never been my most favorite subject...), Music 101 (So cool! My teacher is the director of the School of Music and the class is really small. It's been really fun...so far), and Book of Mormon 121 (your average religion class). So, things are going pretty well right now. We'll see how things are when midterms come around... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243865066029874562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/SMXzfo7KfYI/AAAAAAAAADA/of98G6dacs8/s320/009.JPG" width="220" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; My new room (or corner)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/SMX9Q0HaVLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0qgUFtGAad4/s1600-h/2008_-_Aug_846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243875806452274354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/SMX9Q0HaVLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0qgUFtGAad4/s320/2008_-_Aug_846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My big summer project - a quilt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680719896491588638-5042149437446286475?l=sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/feeds/5042149437446286475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4680719896491588638&amp;postID=5042149437446286475' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/5042149437446286475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4680719896491588638/posts/default/5042149437446286475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-towhomitmayconcern.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299422210833413777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-cU0wVENVA/SMXzfo7KfYI/AAAAAAAAADA/of98G6dacs8/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
