<?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-7050260475389475869</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:36:52.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Bear Lane.</title><subtitle type='html'>My blogger is going to be my outlet for well everything. So be prepared for a teenager's mood swings and thoughts. Welcome to the teenage mind of Sarah...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7050260475389475869/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah to the Bear,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16728016409261745587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P_0WtiKxK1Y/SEYcdRFRZVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JwMHxMyIDPM/S220/th_nomorescreaming.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7050260475389475869.post-6204210196832025302</id><published>2008-06-09T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:58:14.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Surrender.</title><content type='html'>I sit in my windowsill and i watch the rain hit the pavement and the lightning flash. I am soothed as the thunder booms. This storm is my sweet surrender. I dangle my feet out the window and I feel the wind rush across my face. The rain hits my toes. The lightning illuminates the sky. The thunder rocks the earth into a deep slumber. The first summer rain. The best rain in the entire year. I can see the barefooted children in the streets. The parents smiling, safe and dry under their porches. And I sit in my windowsill and let the summer rain piter patter my feet and knees. The rain dances down the house and to the ground. You can almost hear the grass drinking it up. Everyone is happy and laughing. Monstrous thunder sounds and the barefooted children scatter into their loving parents arms. I sit in my windowsill as my room goes dark. The first summer rain, I'm in my windowsill swinging my legs. I watch the rain hit the pavement and the lightning flash. I hear the thunder boom. It is dark and I am in a sweet surrender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7050260475389475869-6204210196832025302?l=sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6204210196832025302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7050260475389475869&amp;postID=6204210196832025302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7050260475389475869/posts/default/6204210196832025302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7050260475389475869/posts/default/6204210196832025302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-sweet-surrender.html' title='My Sweet Surrender.'/><author><name>Sarah to the Bear,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16728016409261745587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P_0WtiKxK1Y/SEYcdRFRZVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JwMHxMyIDPM/S220/th_nomorescreaming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7050260475389475869.post-3665470847356045263</id><published>2008-06-07T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T18:43:19.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want to comment.</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bein&lt;/span&gt; bugging me because all my little stories can't be commented. So if you want to comment them visit my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; page or just comment them on this blog and please specify which one you are commenting. Thank you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7050260475389475869-3665470847356045263?l=sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3665470847356045263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7050260475389475869&amp;postID=3665470847356045263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7050260475389475869/posts/default/3665470847356045263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7050260475389475869/posts/default/3665470847356045263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-you-want-to-comment.html' title='If you want to comment.'/><author><name>Sarah to the Bear,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16728016409261745587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P_0WtiKxK1Y/SEYcdRFRZVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JwMHxMyIDPM/S220/th_nomorescreaming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7050260475389475869.post-7795817371006933034</id><published>2008-06-07T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T18:58:23.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Kansas.</title><content type='html'>I'm in Kansas right now, sitting in the living room with Aunt Maryanne, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shannie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mah&lt;/span&gt; and Alex. We just had some bomb dinner. Thanks Uncle Marlon. I just got an inspiration for a story. So I'll do that in a bit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shannie&lt;/span&gt; is gonna do my hair in a few. We talked all day and it was really cool because I've never been able to be THAT open with someone. It was fun. We got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;slushies&lt;/span&gt; :D So yep. We are just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sittin&lt;/span&gt; here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;watchin&lt;/span&gt; the news/National Treasure. Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Shannie&lt;/span&gt; is explaining the tornado watch to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;. They are so amusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7050260475389475869-7795817371006933034?l=sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7795817371006933034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7050260475389475869&amp;postID=7795817371006933034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7050260475389475869/posts/default/7795817371006933034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7050260475389475869/posts/default/7795817371006933034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-kansas.html' title='In Kansas.'/><author><name>Sarah to the Bear,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16728016409261745587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P_0WtiKxK1Y/SEYcdRFRZVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JwMHxMyIDPM/S220/th_nomorescreaming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7050260475389475869.post-2747925357606181931</id><published>2008-06-06T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T19:08:52.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it.</title><content type='html'>It hasn't even been two weeks into the summer and I'm already having the time of my life. I got to hang out with Nick all week. I went over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zoey's&lt;/span&gt; house with Leah and Nick and we hung out and then Nick went home and Leah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; and I sat outside and watched the lightning storm. Then we just hung out. I woke up this morning my mom got me from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zoey's&lt;/span&gt;. Then she took me home where I got ready for Frontier City. Then Daddy, Lisa, Alex, and I went to go get Nick. We got Nick and went to Frontier City rode a few rides then we decided to ride The Twister. BIG MISTAKE! I barely made it to the first aid. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; sick. Finally when I was stable we left. I got to the car and crashed in Nick's laugh. I wake up to the car not moving and my dad throwing up outside. I asked Nick where we were and he had no idea. Anyway we get home and I run straight to the bathroom got sick some more than took a nap with Nick then my dad and Lisa took him home. Tomorrow I'm going to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shannie&lt;/span&gt; and peoples and she's gonna do my hair. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; EXCITED! Then I get home and hang out with Tanner and Nick's mom and maybe with Leah and then I get to go to TENNESSEE!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YESHH&lt;/span&gt;! I love that place &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; much. I am beyond happy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7050260475389475869-2747925357606181931?l=sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2747925357606181931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7050260475389475869&amp;postID=2747925357606181931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7050260475389475869/posts/default/2747925357606181931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7050260475389475869/posts/default/2747925357606181931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it.'/><author><name>Sarah to the Bear,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16728016409261745587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P_0WtiKxK1Y/SEYcdRFRZVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JwMHxMyIDPM/S220/th_nomorescreaming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7050260475389475869.post-9014814503880101402</id><published>2008-06-03T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:03:33.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reasons My World Spins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Meredith Bailey Clifford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s261.photobucket.com/albums/ii57/Musicobsessed_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lovvve.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii57/Musicobsessed_01/lovvve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though I've only known her for such a short time, there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; nothing I don't know about her. She is the one girl I trust with any and everything. She is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; definition of a best friend. When I'm with her I feel like God himself can't bother me. I can sit around with her and watch her put on makeup and feel content. Either way she is the one person who I know will never ever hurt me. I love her so much. She is my shoulder, sage, lover, sister, best friend. I would give up everything for her in a split second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Walk Through Hell-Say Anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zackary Duncan Bates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s261.photobucket.com/albums/ii57/Musicobsessed_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Zack-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii57/Musicobsessed_01/Zack-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My hero. He has been there for me through everything. When my mom and I fight, he's there. When Nick and I fight, he's there. When I'm in a hole and i can't get out, he puts everything else aside to pull me out. He is my best friend in the entire world. We have gone through everything. He's the light when my world goes black. I love this boy so much. I've really screwed him over, yet he still is there without looking back. I love him more than I can put into words. He is the only guy who would ever put up with my mood swings, my crap, my everything. He's the only guy who's happy to put up with my crap. That's why I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're Beautiful-James Blunt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanner William Thurman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s261.photobucket.com/albums/ii57/Musicobsessed_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tannner.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii57/Musicobsessed_01/tannner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No matter how down or depressed I am this is the only boy who can always put a smile on my face. He knows when you need hug and he's always just there to listen. He doesn't have the best advice but he tells me when I've crossed the line or when I need to suck it up. He is the guy I go to when I need a hug. He gives the best hugs and I love him so much. He is the greatest graphic artist I've ever seen. He is so talented and tries to do everything with all of his potential. He gives 110% in everything. He's the guy I just goof off with. I love him so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bad Touch-Bloodhound Gang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leah Skye Brewer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s261.photobucket.com/albums/ii57/Musicobsessed_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Leah-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii57/Musicobsessed_01/Leah-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This girl is the most unique girl I have ever met. She does everything with a passion. Her life is a book of poetry. She's honest when she needs to be. She's easy going and doesn't sugar cote things. When you need to shut up she tells you. She knows what she wants and sets her mind to it and once Leah sets her mind to something it will be achieved. When she loves, she loves deeply. That's what I respect most about her. I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoey Nicole Fryhover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s261.photobucket.com/albums/ii57/Musicobsessed_01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=diva-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii57/Musicobsessed_01/diva-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My wife :) she's that one girl who keeps us all in line yet is a loose cannon. The one girl who tells you no but does it herself. The one girl you know will love you till the end of time. The one girl who I am completely satisfied with. I love her. I love the way she acts like my big sister one minute then my little sister the next. I love her because she's more moody than me. I love her because we are honest with each other and when we aren't we call each other on it. When something major happens to me I call her and the same goes with her. I love this girl because one minute we can be black and white then the next we can be yin and yang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7050260475389475869-9014814503880101402?l=sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/9014814503880101402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7050260475389475869&amp;postID=9014814503880101402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7050260475389475869/posts/default/9014814503880101402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7050260475389475869/posts/default/9014814503880101402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com/2008/06/reasons-my-world-spins.html' title='The Reasons My World Spins.'/><author><name>Sarah to the Bear,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16728016409261745587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P_0WtiKxK1Y/SEYcdRFRZVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JwMHxMyIDPM/S220/th_nomorescreaming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7050260475389475869.post-8136766027419002614</id><published>2008-06-03T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:05:43.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In all honesty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To be completely honest I started this blog because almost all my family members have one and I kind of wanted to have some place I can rant about my friends and their dumb decisions. Also to brag about how awesome they are. No one really knows this about me but I write short stories and I'm kind of hoping I'll do some of that here. For now I'm doing it for fun. Myspace is for my friends. Hopefully this will be for me/family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7050260475389475869-8136766027419002614?l=sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8136766027419002614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7050260475389475869&amp;postID=8136766027419002614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7050260475389475869/posts/default/8136766027419002614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7050260475389475869/posts/default/8136766027419002614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbearavenue.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-all-honesty.html' title='In all honesty.'/><author><name>Sarah to the Bear,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16728016409261745587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P_0WtiKxK1Y/SEYcdRFRZVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JwMHxMyIDPM/S220/th_nomorescreaming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
