<?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-2255398418077121814</id><updated>2012-01-01T19:19:26.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Randomness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17489643872566789491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T960RvaaPCQ/SgaJwveHSNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pm6-vLlLHJ8/S220/3160_181536450270_626275270_6628247_4657370_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255398418077121814.post-9150179824578731868</id><published>2011-12-22T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T21:53:35.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it funny</title><content type='html'>So I just added or changed my facebook profile to that new timeline thing. It seems like it could be pretty cool. But it lets you look back to when you first signed up for facebook til now. Well its funny to look back and see what I was thinking in 2007. Which right now seems so so long ago. I was still in love with Elder Jones who went home to Georgia. And we still talked and I thought I was going to marry him. haha. It also said who my first friends on facebook are which I am sure only 3 are still my friends. Which Nick Elkins was one of them. ;-) haha. But what I think is so funny is looking back and thinking about how I thought my life would be in almost 5 years. this is not at all how I pictured it. Or that matter how I pictured anybody I knew how there life would be. I miss being 22 and living in thatcher and working at r&amp;amp;r and "going to school" I miss hanging out at goodmans and Chani's. And I thought that when all that was gone I would be married and having a family to take care of not this life of Costco and coming home to nothing. So I guess the moral of this story is dreams don't come true. No matter how hard you work towards things or how perfect you try to live your life, the unexpected slaps you across the face and says wake up life sucks get use to it. And I am so happy for my friends that life really did work out for them but that happiness doesn't always come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255398418077121814-9150179824578731868?l=sarahg422.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/feeds/9150179824578731868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255398418077121814&amp;postID=9150179824578731868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default/9150179824578731868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default/9150179824578731868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/2011/12/isnt-it-funny.html' title='Isn&apos;t it funny'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17489643872566789491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T960RvaaPCQ/SgaJwveHSNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pm6-vLlLHJ8/S220/3160_181536450270_626275270_6628247_4657370_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255398418077121814.post-6516657033777628515</id><published>2011-12-15T02:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T02:19:37.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided only on behave of facebook that I should start to actually try to blog. Because in the info part it has a space for website and I hate to leave it blank when I have this. But I also dont want to disapoint when people go to it and there is nothing there. So here we go again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have also decided that my life is super boring and nothing amazing happens in it so this blog will now be dedicated to my thoughts, concerns, and the crazy shit I randomly think about. Some things I say I am sure will offend some people but that is not my intent. So if you disagree dont leave a comment just stop reading, because these are my opinions and you dont have to read them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But just in case some of you care to know. I still work at Costco. And I have come to the conclusion that it has made me cynical or just brought out of me wjat was already there. I love my friends from there but that place is a quicksand of drama. The more you fight it, the deeper you get sucked in. I am pretty close to having just my fingertips poking out of the sand and the theme song from smallville playing in the back ground. You know "somebody save me". But that is work I still love the job I do and it pays well. I still dont have a boyfriend, husband, or someone I care to look at or talk to for longer then an hour. So life is good. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am excited to get this thing start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255398418077121814-6516657033777628515?l=sarahg422.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/feeds/6516657033777628515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255398418077121814&amp;postID=6516657033777628515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default/6516657033777628515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default/6516657033777628515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/2011/12/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17489643872566789491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T960RvaaPCQ/SgaJwveHSNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pm6-vLlLHJ8/S220/3160_181536450270_626275270_6628247_4657370_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255398418077121814.post-3238876635857928125</id><published>2011-08-30T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T19:23:06.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So So Bad at blogging!</title><content type='html'>So obviously I am bad at this. And I am still in agreement with my last post which was 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255398418077121814-3238876635857928125?l=sarahg422.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/feeds/3238876635857928125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255398418077121814&amp;postID=3238876635857928125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default/3238876635857928125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default/3238876635857928125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-so-bad-at-blogging.html' title='So So Bad at blogging!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17489643872566789491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T960RvaaPCQ/SgaJwveHSNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pm6-vLlLHJ8/S220/3160_181536450270_626275270_6628247_4657370_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255398418077121814.post-3448537124428388674</id><published>2009-08-24T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:38:02.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>So I have decided that boys are all gay. The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255398418077121814-3448537124428388674?l=sarahg422.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/feeds/3448537124428388674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255398418077121814&amp;postID=3448537124428388674' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default/3448537124428388674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default/3448537124428388674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/2009/08/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17489643872566789491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T960RvaaPCQ/SgaJwveHSNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pm6-vLlLHJ8/S220/3160_181536450270_626275270_6628247_4657370_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255398418077121814.post-5371219747128178148</id><published>2009-06-19T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:47:53.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusions!</title><content type='html'>So in my life I have come to a lot of conclusions. Well for example I was an idiot when I was 16, 17, and 18. Thinking I would be married by 19 and wanting to be. I'm 24, not married and kind of happy I am not. I mean I know there are lots of joys in being married, but I know I am no where close to getting married. Or getting to know another person real good. I don't even know who I really am. I mean I do but somethings I do kind of surprise me. If you have ever met me I am scared of everything but with a little pressure I'll do pretty much anything. I know its not a good thing but it is true. If I can make someone else happy I'll do it. I also have come to a conclusion on what a true friend is. I won't go into that but I do. Also I like old things like anything thing old looking. I was just joking with my mom about buying a house within the next year and all the houses I looked at, the older, more character filled homes were the ones I liked. Also another reason I don't think I am married is I like the wrong kind of guys, actually take that back cuz when I like the right kind of boys(sam fox)I get destroyed. But the other kind of wrong for me guys are guys that drink, smoke, already have a baby. But somehow that just catches my interest. And you don't have to comment to this post by saying anything like there is still hope, keep looking, cuz I don't want to hear it I've heard it plenty on times. And well it doesn't help. I still love you all though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a plus note we will be moving in to our new house in less then 30 days!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255398418077121814-5371219747128178148?l=sarahg422.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/feeds/5371219747128178148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255398418077121814&amp;postID=5371219747128178148' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default/5371219747128178148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default/5371219747128178148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/2009/06/conclusions.html' title='Conclusions!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17489643872566789491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T960RvaaPCQ/SgaJwveHSNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pm6-vLlLHJ8/S220/3160_181536450270_626275270_6628247_4657370_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255398418077121814.post-3071407691496346643</id><published>2009-06-11T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:29:38.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK so I Know I am perfect at just about everything! :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This blogging thing is hard. The Last one I was going to write it but ran out of time so I tried to delete is obviously it didn't work. OK so Saturday on our "group date". Which consisted of Me and Jared, Krystal and her fiance Bruce, and Schuyler and some random guy that didn't know he was her date, went swimming at Krystal's aunt's house. We had lots of fun and I think Jared did really good for not know anybody. I was a little worried he would have a good time, which usually stresses me out til I'm not having a good time. It was a really good "date" even though it technically wasn't but we had good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Costco is going good and I am really starting to like pushing carts and being on the front end. The other people that work up there are really nice and fun to be around. Which is funny when I worked in the food court the wouldn't say a word to me. but The food court is kind of upper class. j/k I have been filling in a little in the food court and it is amazing time flies by in there. All i do is Laugh and Laugh. My loud Obnoxious  laugh. It's way fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My parents finally signed papers on a house today. And the funny thing is they just looked at it yesterday. Which is good because I'm not sure how much longer we would have made it in this house. I am not looking forward to the 2 hour drive to work but I just need my bed in my own room again. Space is really a luxury. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But I'm off to bed love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2255398418077121814-3071407691496346643?l=sarahg422.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/feeds/3071407691496346643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255398418077121814&amp;postID=3071407691496346643' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default/3071407691496346643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default/3071407691496346643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-so-i-know-i-am-perfect-at-just-about.html' title='OK so I Know I am perfect at just about everything! :-)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17489643872566789491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T960RvaaPCQ/SgaJwveHSNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pm6-vLlLHJ8/S220/3160_181536450270_626275270_6628247_4657370_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255398418077121814.post-2269509509868050043</id><published>2009-06-08T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:00:32.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was that a Date??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255398418077121814-2269509509868050043?l=sarahg422.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/feeds/2269509509868050043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255398418077121814&amp;postID=2269509509868050043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default/2269509509868050043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default/2269509509868050043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/2009/06/was-that-date.html' title='Was that a Date??'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17489643872566789491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T960RvaaPCQ/SgaJwveHSNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pm6-vLlLHJ8/S220/3160_181536450270_626275270_6628247_4657370_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255398418077121814.post-6639083942450906675</id><published>2009-06-05T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T02:00:07.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so BAD at this!</title><content type='html'>So as my life is boring I don't feel that I have much to write about. But since I have been scolded like 4 times in the last 2 days for not updating I will do as I am told. Well I have moved from Tempe and in to my grandparents house in south west phoenix, aka the ghetto, my parents are still waiting to hear on 3 houses that they have put bids on. So we are praying and hooping that one will come about soon. Cuz this house is small and well ghetto. Another new development I got my job back at Costco. I am not in the Food Court but I miss it. I work on the Front End and push carts. Another good thing I am probably going to look Mexican because of all the sun I'm getting. Lets see what else I guess I should talk about Jared this guy I and  about every other girl in my ward has a crush on. He is 31 and really cute and funny. And I have a kind of date with him on Saturday. I asked him so don't get your panties in a twist. We are going swimming a Krystal's / Aunt Marsha's house this saturday. So we'll  see. It's late and I am tired so if none of this makes any sence that is why. peace and love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255398418077121814-6639083942450906675?l=sarahg422.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/feeds/6639083942450906675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255398418077121814&amp;postID=6639083942450906675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default/6639083942450906675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default/6639083942450906675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-so-bad-at-this.html' title='I am so BAD at this!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17489643872566789491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T960RvaaPCQ/SgaJwveHSNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pm6-vLlLHJ8/S220/3160_181536450270_626275270_6628247_4657370_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255398418077121814.post-7390763089511623197</id><published>2009-05-10T02:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T02:30:53.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MTk*NzgwNTgzMyZwdD*xMjQxOTQ3ODM3MjcxJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*wNjY*Mjk2ZGY4NzQ*YjUxODdmMjUyMTY*ZTZlNjMxMSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;embed width="480" height="360" src="http://feed97.photobucket.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf?rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed97.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fl237%2Fpskk22%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s97.photobucket.com/albums/l237/pskk22/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255398418077121814-7390763089511623197?l=sarahg422.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/feeds/7390763089511623197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255398418077121814&amp;postID=7390763089511623197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default/7390763089511623197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255398418077121814/posts/default/7390763089511623197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahg422.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17489643872566789491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T960RvaaPCQ/SgaJwveHSNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pm6-vLlLHJ8/S220/3160_181536450270_626275270_6628247_4657370_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255398418077121814.post-3608799980610418913</id><published>2009-05-10T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:55:43.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok I'm trying to blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well a Blog is not a thing I am sure I will be able to keep up on but I'm sure most of you who don't see me would like to know how my life going. Well Right now I live in Tempe with 3 wonderful girls, Emily Lyndee and Jessica. I go to the 54th singles ward in mesa and love it. But no boyfriend and no prospectives. I am getting ready to move to Peoria to live with my parents. I know what you are all thinking living with the parents at 24 what is she thinking. And to tell you the truth I don't know. I am planning on saving money but if any of you know me at all very well I am the worst at saving. But this time I really am going to try. I am planning on going to Pastry school and well that cost lots of mula. thats my life as of now. 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