<?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-2541356099796886494</id><updated>2011-11-04T13:43:28.228-04:00</updated><category term='peacocks'/><category term='walking'/><category term='travel'/><category term='babies'/><category term='airplane'/><category term='home decor'/><category term='spring'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Advent'/><category term='family history'/><category term='turkeybowl'/><category term='Novemebr'/><category term='cats'/><category term='blizzard'/><category term='work'/><category term='umbrella'/><category term='trip'/><category term='time'/><category term='board exam'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Thoughts from Sarah with an H</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728120642493156394</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541356099796886494.post-6785694168463795805</id><published>2010-03-31T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:18:03.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airplane'/><title type='text'>Airplane Seating</title><summary type='text'>
   So most everyone has traveled on an airplane... and for most airlines people like to be first. First to book their flight online so they can virtually choose their seat, first to "check-in" on line so they are more likely to board with the first group of passengers, or even standing in the gate waiting to get on--people love trying to be first in line to " get the best seat." 

          Some</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6785694168463795805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/airplane-seating.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/6785694168463795805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/6785694168463795805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/airplane-seating.html' title='Airplane Seating'/><author><name>Sarah H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728120642493156394</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/_EgLh74Zty3M/S7NYuQz3gSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fLM1rNFg2Kg/s72-c/airplane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541356099796886494.post-2051377631925439498</id><published>2010-03-16T21:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:29:05.196-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='umbrella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blizzard'/><title type='text'>Product Review: Best Umbrella Ever</title><summary type='text'>
My husband has a theory about umbrellas. They don't actually belong to you. They belong to the universe. Everyone has left an umbrella somewhere...at a restaurant, in a closet at work, under a seat in a lecture hall, a taxi, a train...somewhere.  He believes that who ever happens upon that umbrella next is the umbrella's new owner. We all swap umbrellas because no one can actually keep track of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2051377631925439498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/product-review-best-umbrella-ever.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/2051377631925439498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/2051377631925439498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/product-review-best-umbrella-ever.html' title='Product Review: Best Umbrella Ever'/><author><name>Sarah H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728120642493156394</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/_EgLh74Zty3M/S6AqdxseMKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/z_PqDja_3pI/s72-c/duck+umbrellas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541356099796886494.post-2013820755277628215</id><published>2010-03-14T13:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T15:36:06.220-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family history'/><title type='text'>Should We Tell Her?</title><summary type='text'>

I take family histories for a living.   

And that means I'm privy to some pretty interesting family secrets...I mean stories. You can learn a lot about someone from how much they know about their family member’s health. I find it interesting that some of us know A LOT of detail about our aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparent’s medical histories while others just know that everyone is "fine."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2013820755277628215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/should-we-tell-her.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/2013820755277628215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/2013820755277628215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/should-we-tell-her.html' title='Should We Tell Her?'/><author><name>Sarah H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728120642493156394</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-2541356099796886494.post-1807996588331546396</id><published>2010-03-13T22:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:42:15.623-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Day Light Saving Time</title><summary type='text'>






I'm all for saving the light. Or is it, saving the time? 



All I know is I lose an hour of sleep tonight and tomorrow when I wake up it will be dark....when it's actually been light for the past two weeks. Feeding the cats at 6:30am in the light has been a welcomed change. 
But even though I have to go back to getting ready in the dark for a while, I know that day light saving time marks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1807996588331546396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-light-saving-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/1807996588331546396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/1807996588331546396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-light-saving-time.html' title='Day Light Saving Time'/><author><name>Sarah H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728120642493156394</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/_EgLh74Zty3M/S5xZxvvalYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CImCqqv1e6U/s72-c/clock2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541356099796886494.post-5238721450786548110</id><published>2010-03-13T21:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:02:48.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Woman and her Photo Contests</title><summary type='text'>Do you read PW? Most people I know do, and my favorite posts she does are the themed photography contests. I have no idea how she narrows down the pictures and finally chooses a winner.  Honestly, I don't think she knows either.

I've never actually entered any of her contests, but this last one was about cats. Now, cat pictures I have! I still didn't enter though.  All the pictures she posts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5238721450786548110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/pioneer-woman-and-her-photo-contests.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/5238721450786548110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/5238721450786548110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/pioneer-woman-and-her-photo-contests.html' title='Pioneer Woman and her Photo Contests'/><author><name>Sarah H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728120642493156394</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EgLh74Zty3M/S5xDBTOBGkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GLFKbH0ggyw/s72-c/cat+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541356099796886494.post-1573123197991407790</id><published>2010-01-10T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:08:53.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love my sister</title><summary type='text'>
For the past 10 holiday seasons one of the best part of the celebration has been living under the same roof as my sister again....like old times. During those seasons sometimes I was the one to travel back home, sometimes we both traveled from afar, and sometimes she was the one to do with the traveling. Now we both travel with husbands.

But what no one can deny is how much FUN and LAUGHTER </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1573123197991407790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-i-love-my-sister.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/1573123197991407790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/1573123197991407790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-i-love-my-sister.html' title='Why I love my sister'/><author><name>Sarah H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728120642493156394</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/_EgLh74Zty3M/S0qGjIzHhnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wBokvmPKg2A/s72-c/Christmas+Eve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541356099796886494.post-6502283907350860709</id><published>2009-11-30T22:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:06:39.846-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkeybowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='board exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novemebr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Goodbye November</title><summary type='text'> November 2009...what a month! Let's review please.

Week 1:  
November 2nd. I surprisingly found out that I had PASSED my board exam!! The one I had prepared for from January-September (while working full time)!  That's a long time, and a lot of flashcards. It wasn't really a surprise that I passed, but more of a surprise when the letter arrived in the mail...I wasn't expecting results until </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6502283907350860709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-november.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/6502283907350860709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/6502283907350860709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-november.html' title='Goodbye November'/><author><name>Sarah H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728120642493156394</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/_EgLh74Zty3M/SxSAZ7QizwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qeVcb2h0tmg/s72-c/Stacy+and+kate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541356099796886494.post-447693078309220194</id><published>2009-11-22T21:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:32:02.468-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advent'/><title type='text'>This year, give presence</title><summary type='text'>

I am enthusiastically supporting a new event during the Advent  Season, the Advent Conspiracy.
This is really not an “event”, but, rather, it is a choice of how to be during the Advent Season.


The story of Christ's birth is a story of promise, hope, and a revolutionary love. So, what happened? What was once a time to celebrate the birth of a savior has somehow turned into a season of stress, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/447693078309220194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-year-give-presence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/447693078309220194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/447693078309220194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-year-give-presence.html' title='This year, give presence'/><author><name>Sarah H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728120642493156394</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/_EgLh74Zty3M/SwnzZ4GnYGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/E-jdPSLOzRk/s72-c/The-Christmas-Star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541356099796886494.post-2806896948967201630</id><published>2009-11-20T09:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:03:52.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Reasons Why Walking to Work is Awesome</title><summary type='text'>10. I can tell myself that walking down 3 flights of stairs, walking for 5 minutes through parking lots, and then walking up 3 flights of stairs—in heels—resembles some sort of exercise. 



9. I get to experience the fresh air and enjoy time outside on lovely days.



8. I get a huge kick that 15 minutes until I have to see patients, I’m still not dressed and I’m not running late. 



7. Since I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2806896948967201630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/top-10-reasons-why-walking-to-work-is.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/2806896948967201630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/2806896948967201630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/top-10-reasons-why-walking-to-work-is.html' title='Top 10 Reasons Why Walking to Work is Awesome'/><author><name>Sarah H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728120642493156394</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/_EgLh74Zty3M/Swai0HYmYRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KGC7SnW8VMw/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541356099796886494.post-5579779066616233433</id><published>2009-11-16T19:50:00.050-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:07:20.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peacocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home decor'/><title type='text'>Pretty Pretty Peacocks</title><summary type='text'>As you may have noticed from my previous post, I like peacocks. At first it was just ornaments...I was attracted to the wonderful feathers...the colors, the pattern, the air of royalty.  About 3 and half years ago I bought a pair of peacock feather earrings from ebay for 99 cents. At this time peacocks weren't that popular...you didn't really find peacock feathers at every turn. For a while I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5579779066616233433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/pretty-pretty-peacocks_16.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/5579779066616233433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/5579779066616233433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/pretty-pretty-peacocks_16.html' title='Pretty Pretty Peacocks'/><author><name>Sarah H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728120642493156394</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/_EgLh74Zty3M/SwHwv-c13lI/AAAAAAAAAEY/knzWHQBnogk/s72-c/ornament+with+border.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541356099796886494.post-2134120476350018227</id><published>2009-11-14T17:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T08:54:08.378-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>The History of the Hash Tree...not what you think.</title><summary type='text'>        I love Christmas. I mean who doesn't? The family traditions...the lights...the shopping...the gifts...celebrating the birth of our Savior. All wonderful!  Another special thing about Christmas is that is the day...long ago in another millennium...1997 to be exact...that Ryan and I became an official couple.  But more about that later, if you're good :)

        One really cool thing about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2134120476350018227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/history-of-hash-treenot-what-you-think.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/2134120476350018227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/2134120476350018227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/history-of-hash-treenot-what-you-think.html' title='The History of the Hash Tree...not what you think.'/><author><name>Sarah H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728120642493156394</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/_EgLh74Zty3M/Sv8oEk7X1ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZfHezq5aKVg/s72-c/Samus+tree+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541356099796886494.post-9076511235226055098</id><published>2009-11-14T14:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:39:57.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big black horse and a cherry tree</title><summary type='text'>            Well my heart knows me better than I know myself, so I'm gonna let it do all the talking.
I read a lot of blogs, it’s one of my favorite ways to spend time on the internet. But I always feel kind of like I’m cheating when I comment on the blogs of ladies who are giving me a glimpse into their lives, and I have nothing to share back. The first blog I ever read was one of my college </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9076511235226055098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-black-horse-and-cherry-tree.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/9076511235226055098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541356099796886494/posts/default/9076511235226055098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahhthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-black-horse-and-cherry-tree.html' title='Big black horse and a cherry tree'/><author><name>Sarah H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08728120642493156394</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></feed>
