<?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-1107780544161383309</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:29:10.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Sera</title><subtitle type='html'>Whatever will be, will be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-816230727633643822</id><published>2009-09-09T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:51:05.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well well well well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SqgwMzTiQaI/AAAAAAAAAVY/vBZmzhoP07A/s1600-h/IMG_4509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SqgwMzTiQaI/AAAAAAAAAVY/vBZmzhoP07A/s320/IMG_4509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379602751382765986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SqgwMe62oPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/tcL4XaKPj-g/s1600-h/IMG_4628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SqgwMe62oPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/tcL4XaKPj-g/s320/IMG_4628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379602745910534386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im almost 27.  I'm happy. It seems like just yesterday i was born.  Not.  actually it seems like forever ago.  If I stop and try to remember a day in my childhood, it is all foggy and slow moving and it seems like at least 50 years ago.  Isn't it weird that our parents are only 20-30 years older than us?  That they were in their 20's when they had us and yet they seemed so old.  but they were just 25 and 30.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im heading to Europe for 5 weeks with Eric.  I will use my blog more regularly I think.  pictures are better than words a lot of the time.  so i hope to get some fun pictures while i'm out in the countries of our fore-fathers. here is a picture of the moon and a chain. just to get you excited. they aren't even mine though.  they are jessies my little sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-816230727633643822?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/816230727633643822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=816230727633643822' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/816230727633643822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/816230727633643822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-well-well-well.html' title='well well well well'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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/_Gc10MamXd68/SqgwMzTiQaI/AAAAAAAAAVY/vBZmzhoP07A/s72-c/IMG_4509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-8718808432423253252</id><published>2009-04-26T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:55:51.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been thinking lately that it would be nice to die just so i can stop wondering what comes after this life.</title><content type='html'>And then i could come back (through a medium) and tell everyone to stop worrying. I've been thinking about our obsession with truth and finding THE truth.  Im becoming more excepting of the concept of individual truth, and the idea that truth for one person doesn't mean it will be true for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SfVUoyH3ldI/AAAAAAAAAR0/aHrZMKgwBIA/s1600-h/IMG_9300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SfVUoyH3ldI/AAAAAAAAAR0/aHrZMKgwBIA/s400/IMG_9300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329258793689126354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SfVUos5ZfDI/AAAAAAAAARs/k7Dl3TlcEGw/s1600-h/IMG_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SfVUos5ZfDI/AAAAAAAAARs/k7Dl3TlcEGw/s400/IMG_0369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329258792286256178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goose is drooling bread crumbs.  Poor thing doesn't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SfVUooKALfI/AAAAAAAAARk/gr2kneIYutI/s1600-h/IMG_1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SfVUooKALfI/AAAAAAAAARk/gr2kneIYutI/s400/IMG_1038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329258791013723634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilco at his best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-8718808432423253252?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8718808432423253252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=8718808432423253252' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/8718808432423253252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/8718808432423253252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-thinking-lately-that-it-would.html' title='I&apos;ve been thinking lately that it would be nice to die just so i can stop wondering what comes after this life.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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/_Gc10MamXd68/SfVUoyH3ldI/AAAAAAAAAR0/aHrZMKgwBIA/s72-c/IMG_9300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-2901447823166800457</id><published>2009-01-30T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:04:02.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi-ho-Hi-ho</title><content type='html'>Ok.  im finally getting serious about work.  i quit that last new job and got hired at Atomic Blonde in downtown salt lake.  its right next to the library in the new metro condo complex.  I love it!  My  boss is a m ix between Beaux underwood and my brother john.  its kinda funny really.  but he loves me and is so excited about my "low maintenance look" mixed with my "skills".   anyways.  I've got my web site for hair finished and have a link to it on my page.  its kinda cool kinda funny.  its  web.mac.com/gilmore2008/  You might be surprised who has been my models... it just might be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sample model &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SYN4w4LBOOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/IonDRzlv6Qk/s1600-h/IMG_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SYN4w4LBOOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/IonDRzlv6Qk/s400/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297210367825492194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SYN4whrlFbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/C3tRgl2K5Uo/s1600-h/IMG_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SYN4whrlFbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/C3tRgl2K5Uo/s400/IMG_0638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297210361788044722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-2901447823166800457?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2901447823166800457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=2901447823166800457' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/2901447823166800457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/2901447823166800457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-ho-hi-ho.html' title='Hi-ho-Hi-ho'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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/_Gc10MamXd68/SYN4w4LBOOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/IonDRzlv6Qk/s72-c/IMG_0660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-4640952771330945002</id><published>2008-11-15T23:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:04:12.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>these are pictures from a road trip that holly jo, ashli aland, alissa tully and i took to zion and st g. it was so fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SR_TFFPS0pI/AAAAAAAAAQA/T_oJsVxm7yU/s1600-h/IMG_9873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SR_TFFPS0pI/AAAAAAAAAQA/T_oJsVxm7yU/s400/IMG_9873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269162173305901714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SR_TFlgRt9I/AAAAAAAAAQY/UfdHm37_rKk/s1600-h/IMG_9858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SR_TFlgRt9I/AAAAAAAAAQY/UfdHm37_rKk/s400/IMG_9858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269162181967067090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SR_TFmqRPII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VJzpAFtJZ6g/s1600-h/IMG_9833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SR_TFmqRPII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VJzpAFtJZ6g/s400/IMG_9833.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269162182277414018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SR_TFVaLT9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/oXPTgTBVkmU/s1600-h/IMG_9775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SR_TFVaLT9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/oXPTgTBVkmU/s400/IMG_9775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269162177646514130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-4640952771330945002?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4640952771330945002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=4640952771330945002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/4640952771330945002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/4640952771330945002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2008/11/these-are-pictures-from-road-trip-that.html' title='these are pictures from a road trip that holly jo, ashli aland, alissa tully and i took to zion and st g. it was so fun!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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/_Gc10MamXd68/SR_TFFPS0pI/AAAAAAAAAQA/T_oJsVxm7yU/s72-c/IMG_9873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-8217311721936831818</id><published>2008-11-05T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:00:53.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.antongraphics.com.au/images/portfolio/slc_dagger.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.antongraphics.com.au/images/portfolio/slc_dagger.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i did it!  I have decided to move to salt lake city. I feel really good and happy inside. (for the most part)  (I'll tell you the only two bad things in a bit). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I heard about this massage school that was highly recommended by massage therapists in salt lake. I inquired at the school, and found out that the semester started that day.  So I started the next day.  strangely, this is exactly how i got into beauty school.  I didn't think about it- i just went to the school the 2nd day of class and began my life in the crazy world of beauty.  The decision to go to beauty school has been the best financial decision of my life. People were shocked when i did it, and even now i sometimes freak out that i do hair.  Mostly when i look in the mirror and realize that i haven't combed my hair in 2 days...   it doesn't really fit my personality or something.  and yet it does.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this blog is going to be a rambler.  so sorry.  But the other day in massage school, a girl in my class was saying how her friend in seattle decided to go to beauty school.  She thought it was crazy because he wants to work in the healing industry, and the hair industry seems like the furthest thing from that.  As i was thinking about that, i realized that the hair industry is one where you help people.  I love my job because of that. I love that people pour their lifes out on me and let me give them feedback, or just listen. Its so fun and depressing. anyway, im just putting a plug in for hair doers.  its a really amazing job. but i am so excited to get into this new massage stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i got a new job at a salon is slc!  im so excited!  ill only work fridays and saturdays, but tell people to come to me... if they dare. Im actually a little good at it. I charge 80$ for cut and color, and 30 for a cut. Its a good deal in slc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SRJjDBUcDlI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OwH3l24PlqI/s1600-h/IMG_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SRJjDBUcDlI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OwH3l24PlqI/s400/IMG_0182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265379817894448722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Brother John married his love, Maryssa 2 weekends ago.  The day was warm, and they were so beautiful!  i love them both so much.  They never read this, but im just really excited for them to be wed.  And yes, calli my 6 year old niece caught the bouquet. the little bum face.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SRJjD73NymI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZlIuLXh-NGM/s1600-h/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SRJjD73NymI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZlIuLXh-NGM/s400/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265379833609570914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SRJjC0D8RfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wPvTDPT4gp8/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SRJjC0D8RfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wPvTDPT4gp8/s400/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265379814335596018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now going to tell you the sad and bad things. First,  eric and i aren't dating anymore.   I haven't talked much about our relationship because i don't like telling personal stuff on here. but I miss him, and i love who he is and what he has taught me about love and communication. He loved me without judgement.  It's a fulfilling way to be loved.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Second, my bed is not directly on the floor and i am really uncomfortable with that.  I still look in my closet before i go to sleep every night, and when my bed isn't on the floor i have to look under there too.  The thing is, nothing "living" could actually fit under the bed. (its only about 5 inches off the floor) so mostly i'm scared of ghosts or skinny monsters.  I woke up at 5 am this morning and stepped off my bed and felt cold air coming from under my bed.  I don't like it. i hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L, &lt;br /&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2004/2170397062_98f017a703.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 274px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2004/2170397062_98f017a703.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-8217311721936831818?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8217311721936831818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=8217311721936831818' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/8217311721936831818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/8217311721936831818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-did-decision.html' title='a decision'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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/_Gc10MamXd68/SRJjDBUcDlI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OwH3l24PlqI/s72-c/IMG_0182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-5719650466306608815</id><published>2008-09-30T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:55:09.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is going on here?</title><content type='html'>I really don't have any idea. those of you who look at this blog, will you cast a vote for one of these options? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. move to san fransico in my vw bus (that will likely break down on the way), get a job and rent a driveway/kitchen/bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. stay in slc and get a job and make some damn money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. move to damn logan and make some damn money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I accidently told a prospective client that i worked in a strip bar instead of a strip mall. I don't think she'll ever call. sad. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;no pictures today-  i cant find my camara.  its somewhere in this huge pile of stuff that's in my parents garage that i keep wishing wasn't mine. do we all get to the point of wanting to start over with stuff?  just throwing everything away and having nothing? i would love that right now. every time i try to throw some of my clothes away one of my little sisters grabs it and is so so happy, and then i see it in her closet 5 months later and i take it back.  its a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-5719650466306608815?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5719650466306608815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=5719650466306608815' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/5719650466306608815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/5719650466306608815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-going-on-here.html' title='what is going on here?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-8795764561570286671</id><published>2008-08-27T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:06:24.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi cute baby blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SLWyN-LmynI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5vzavoDc5CU/s1600-h/IMG_9456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SLWyN-LmynI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5vzavoDc5CU/s400/IMG_9456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239289694615161458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SLWyN8cMxXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MHMecxG0Mlg/s1600-h/IMG_9487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SLWyN8cMxXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MHMecxG0Mlg/s400/IMG_9487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239289694147888498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SLWyOV__feI/AAAAAAAAALA/rgld0LQBAmQ/s1600-h/IMG_9513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SLWyOV__feI/AAAAAAAAALA/rgld0LQBAmQ/s400/IMG_9513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239289701008899554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SLWyOhxrkMI/AAAAAAAAALI/-gmJzufbA4w/s1600-h/IMG_9564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SLWyOhxrkMI/AAAAAAAAALI/-gmJzufbA4w/s400/IMG_9564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239289704170098882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SLWyOznon9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/8zZ2F7Dn_PY/s1600-h/IMG_9248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SLWyOznon9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/8zZ2F7Dn_PY/s400/IMG_9248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239289708959801298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so.  does it seem weird when you almost turn 26 and you are sitting at your parents house trying to figure out where your next big move is going to be? and then you decide that its going to be to your parents house?  &lt;br /&gt;It seems weird to me.  as does the spelling of wierd. (weerd) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the boyfriend eric.  he is moving back up to logan for the fall semester, and so i might do that.  i want to be where he is.  that is cute. fall in logan is my favorite time of year.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;we went to jackson hole last weekend after spending the week at flaming gorge with my family.  It was such a good week.  i love flaming gorge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we were driving through the forest in jackson and we saw a moose and then we saw a bear.  !!  it was scary! but also it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we came home, then i showered for the first time in a week.  it was scary. but i also thought it was fun to be that dirty. and now i only try to shower 3 times a week instead of 7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-8795764561570286671?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8795764561570286671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=8795764561570286671' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/8795764561570286671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/8795764561570286671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-cute-baby-blogs.html' title='hi cute baby blog'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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/_Gc10MamXd68/SLWyN-LmynI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5vzavoDc5CU/s72-c/IMG_9456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-8067493699428220949</id><published>2008-07-09T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:50:24.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are pictures from the past few months.  some are up in bellingham, some are in vancouver and some are here in utah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHUAxt27A8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sdzFPSkolu0/s1600-h/IMG_9049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHUAxt27A8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sdzFPSkolu0/s400/IMG_9049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221080197129503682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHUAxwHtgFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PldgpYTpBgI/s1600-h/IMG_8974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHUAxwHtgFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PldgpYTpBgI/s400/IMG_8974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221080197736792146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHUAyYjifPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fgKK41qib8w/s1600-h/IMG_8966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHUAyYjifPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fgKK41qib8w/s400/IMG_8966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221080208590929138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHUAyyDGPoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wGspA0OZUDc/s1600-h/IMG_8960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHUAyyDGPoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wGspA0OZUDc/s400/IMG_8960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221080215434182274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHUAzJPl_1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/gDkWI41qayg/s1600-h/IMG_8871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHUAzJPl_1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/gDkWI41qayg/s400/IMG_8871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221080221660610386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHT_H6UU9MI/AAAAAAAAAJU/B78Ws7rV2K4/s1600-h/IMG_9165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHT_H6UU9MI/AAAAAAAAAJU/B78Ws7rV2K4/s400/IMG_9165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221078379407930562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" &lt;br /&gt;href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHT_INZID-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/ova5kv0VJdM/s1600-h/IMG_9154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHT_INZID-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/ova5kv0VJdM/s400/IMG_9154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221078384528330722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHT_IeqWrGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Hu9F-BfxrCg/s1600-h/IMG_9092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHT_IeqWrGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Hu9F-BfxrCg/s400/IMG_9092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221078389163994210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHT_Ia_HXbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/rgZtnQydx2I/s1600-h/IMG_9096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHT_Ia_HXbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/rgZtnQydx2I/s400/IMG_9096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221078388177329586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHT_I4X8owI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4N7_d2sXTVg/s1600-h/IMG_9059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHT_I4X8owI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4N7_d2sXTVg/s400/IMG_9059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221078396066112258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-8067493699428220949?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8067493699428220949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=8067493699428220949' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/8067493699428220949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/8067493699428220949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2008/07/these-are-pictures-from-past-few-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SHUAxt27A8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sdzFPSkolu0/s72-c/IMG_9049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-6181777208502668997</id><published>2008-07-08T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:02:30.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again blog</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time once again.   I have nothing to talk about except things that i don't really want every person in the world wide web to know about.  So I'll just write.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love summer so much that i want it to stay for ever.  But during that one winter i spent in hawaii i realized that I only love love summer because of how much i really hate winter.  and I love that those little flowers that come up every spring all the sudden push their little stems up through the dirt.  its neat isn't it?  I went to bellingham wa a few weeks ago and caught a train up to vancouver bc.  it was really pretty in both places,  yet i was disappointed because it was cold in june. kinda really cold.  i had to steal soccer socks from the boy i was staying with.  and a hat and gloves.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;in vancouver i didn't really talk to anyone.  it was a different kind of trip because i didn't feel like being nice to people.  so i just didn't look at people or smile very much.  It was invigorating.  but then this cynical boy started talking to me. we became walking friends for a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Its funny how one person can fulfill you.  How they can make you feel comfortable being totally alone because you know that person cares about you. You dont have to feel lonely because you know that if that person could they would be with you. and the people around you know that too. Or even if they don't know that you still do, so you don't have to explain your alone state to anyone.  i have a small complex about  being cool.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I ran a red light today in centerville.  on pages lane and main.  It was so weird. i looked up and saw green then suddenly 7 seconds later when i was in the middle of the intersection and someone was honking as they swerved around me, i looked up and saw red.  oops.   sorry everyone.   luckly  i was not in my blue car with the white door or i would be sad and scared of everyone knowing who i was and hating me.  I have never run a red light before.  even if im in the middle of nowhere in a land where there are no people i still don't dare.  I turned a new leaf today.  I efficiantly got through a red light in a crowded intersection with nothing but a memory to show for it.  and my sister michelles memory too. she hated me for a few seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-6181777208502668997?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6181777208502668997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=6181777208502668997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/6181777208502668997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/6181777208502668997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-again-blog.html' title='Hello again blog'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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-1107780544161383309.post-4673965335013921999</id><published>2008-04-28T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:57:37.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are the pictures i alluded to.  Better late than never.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SBaCK0P59mI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4g2liuo1Azg/s1600-h/IMG_8329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SBaCK0P59mI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4g2liuo1Azg/s400/IMG_8329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194482342554105442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my niece cali. She's a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SBZ-jUP59iI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hFm6SObKVj4/s1600-h/IMG_8349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SBZ-jUP59iI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hFm6SObKVj4/s400/IMG_8349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194478365414389282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older sister Deb and my younger sister michelle. and I.  I hate the "and i" rule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SBZ-jkP59jI/AAAAAAAAAI0/J1tY9JnPVxc/s1600-h/IMG_8510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SBZ-jkP59jI/AAAAAAAAAI0/J1tY9JnPVxc/s400/IMG_8510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194478369709356594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a weed or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SBZ-j0P59kI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4vylXnZb_4I/s1600-h/IMG_2291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SBZ-j0P59kI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4vylXnZb_4I/s400/IMG_2291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194478374004323906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SBZ-kUP59lI/AAAAAAAAAJE/RBVLzbyoKpc/s1600-h/IMG_8272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SBZ-kUP59lI/AAAAAAAAAJE/RBVLzbyoKpc/s400/IMG_8272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194478382594258514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SBZ5wkP59gI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6if59iT6pYc/s1600-h/IMG_7784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SBZ5wkP59gI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6if59iT6pYc/s400/IMG_7784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194473095489517058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tribute.  please don't move to idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this picture was nice with the shadows and my sisters playing happily in the road.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Eric and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-4673965335013921999?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4673965335013921999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=4673965335013921999' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/4673965335013921999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/4673965335013921999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-are-pictures-i-alluded-to-better.html' title='Here are the pictures i alluded to.  Better late than never.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/SBaCK0P59mI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4g2liuo1Azg/s72-c/IMG_8329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-3540934323263207016</id><published>2008-04-21T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:30:34.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big move .</title><content type='html'>Lame title, but how are you supposed to think of cool things to say all the time?  So my live now is changing semi-drasticly but not really enough to make a fuss over.  Im moving to salt lake for the summer and working part-time at a salad and sandwich shop. Samwitch is how i originally tried spelling that.  (Perhaps its not as phonetic as i supposed.)  I am making 7 dollars/hour.  A bit of a pay cut really.  Im renting out my condo in logan to a married couple.  I feel really lucky that I found them.  They are a normal-type mormon couple.  We've been getting electric and plumbing stuff done to put in a washer/dryer hook-up, which is a good up-grade for the resale value.  Or so they say.&lt;br /&gt;     Eric is moving to Duchesne.  He is my boyfriend.  It might be hard for me to not live near a person who i like.  it seems a bit sad really.  &lt;br /&gt;     Im going to start doing hair in Slc within a week or so.  Or maybe bountiful.  we'll see.  &lt;br /&gt;     Man my life is boring to write about.  sorry.  It seems more eventful in my mind. maybe a picture might cheer this blog up a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-3540934323263207016?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3540934323263207016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=3540934323263207016' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/3540934323263207016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/3540934323263207016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-move.html' title='The big move .'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-7695927087643792904</id><published>2008-03-17T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:45:42.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't die.  but it seems like it.</title><content type='html'>Its been a little bit of time since i blogged.  I can't even think of interesting things to think about, let alone share with the world wide web. So here is a nice little blog of random pictures.  Pictures are words (the old saying goes). Kidding- i don't know how that saying goes.  I really don't like sayings that much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R99GrUrG9HI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-_J5B5KezC8/s1600-h/IMG_7019%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R99GrUrG9HI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-_J5B5KezC8/s400/IMG_7019%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178935806597198962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R99GrkrG9II/AAAAAAAAAIE/Gq2A3ZBPp34/s1600-h/IMG_7173%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R99GrkrG9II/AAAAAAAAAIE/Gq2A3ZBPp34/s400/IMG_7173%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178935810892166274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R99GsErG9JI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5sO_sI0gXrg/s1600-h/IMG_7224%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R99GsErG9JI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5sO_sI0gXrg/s400/IMG_7224%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178935819482100882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R99GskrG9KI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jSSWikos1k8/s1600-h/IMG_7060%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R99GskrG9KI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jSSWikos1k8/s400/IMG_7060%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178935828072035490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are mostly of Peru.  I loved Peru.  It was a beautiful country. It was so fun being with my cousin Andrea.  We always learn a lot about ourselves and each other when we go on little adventures.  It's always funny and semi-dramatic. We love each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-7695927087643792904?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7695927087643792904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=7695927087643792904' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7695927087643792904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7695927087643792904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-didnt-die-but-it-seems-like-it.html' title='I didn&apos;t die.  but it seems like it.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R99GrUrG9HI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-_J5B5KezC8/s72-c/IMG_7019%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-3394867056096861773</id><published>2008-02-06T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T03:45:35.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lots of different</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R6mUOPTNv3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/fbW4wVq3B-k/s1600-h/IMG_6558%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R6mUOPTNv3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/fbW4wVq3B-k/s400/IMG_6558%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163821420103188338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are pictures from the bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R6mUOfTNv4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/x7DTMPJYCeA/s1600-h/IMG_6708%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R6mUOfTNv4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/x7DTMPJYCeA/s400/IMG_6708%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163821424398155650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R6mUO_TNv5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/gVuWYjICoI8/s1600-h/IMG_6803%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R6mUO_TNv5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/gVuWYjICoI8/s400/IMG_6803%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163821432988090258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Town center in Cusco &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R6mUPPTNv6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QkOx-G5oXvY/s1600-h/IMG_6805%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R6mUPPTNv6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QkOx-G5oXvY/s400/IMG_6805%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163821437283057570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Andrea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in Cusco, which is a beautiful town in the mountains. Its close to Machu Pichu and we are going on a 4 day trek today to see it.  im so excited! For those of you who are wondering, we haven't performed yet. But it will happen soon. (maybe-maybe not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling is so fun. I meet so many good people, and everyone has thier own understanding of life and the world.  It makes you open your mind to every way of life, and to value it even when its so compleatly opposite of what you know. The Peruvians are beautiful.  They are kind and want to talk- which i find to be so much easier this time than in Guatemala.  Peruvians talk really slow and don't use slang which makes it easier to understand.  i really have learned so much more spanish because of having a base of the language. Its fun.  It makes me want to be fluent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Ill get to post some pictures of this trek thing as its happening.  Its going to be cool i think. I have had some pretty intence stomach issues, and they are still with me.  (&lt;em&gt;They&lt;/em&gt; as in the parasites). But i don't feel sick, I just process things very quickly:) I guess its pretty typical for travelers here.  Any way-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-3394867056096861773?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3394867056096861773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=3394867056096861773' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/3394867056096861773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/3394867056096861773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2008/02/lots-of-different.html' title='lots of different'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R6mUOPTNv3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/fbW4wVq3B-k/s72-c/IMG_6558%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-2676229969298418604</id><published>2008-02-03T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T02:58:07.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peru, Peru</title><content type='html'>Its 3am here in Lima on a saturday night, and the city is as awake as it was at 10. Its kinda fun being in a city like this. It makes me feel productive somehow... So me and cousin Andrea spent 2 days in Lima, then went down to the Nazca Lines for 2 days and are back in lima. I bet you are wondering "what are these nazca lines she writes of?" I will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;These are lines and figures etched into the sand by aliens hundreds, maybe millions of years ago. They are shrouded in mystery. The 4 questions are: how did the lines and figures get there, and why are they only visible from the sky? and why does one look like a cute little alien waving, and others look like UFO runways? think about those questions... Ill post some pics. really, knowone believes their aliens, we just think they are:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R6mRGvTNv0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/WSMAAJftYD8/s1600-h/IMG_6647%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R6mRGvTNv0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/WSMAAJftYD8/s320/IMG_6647%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163817992719286082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the waving one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R6mRHPTNv1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/maU68eFgK7s/s1600-h/IMG_6595%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R6mRHPTNv1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/maU68eFgK7s/s320/IMG_6595%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163818001309220690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found pieces of this little doll scattered across the desert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea bought a guitar today. We will now be preforming on the streets for money. we are fairly nervous, but thrilled at the possibilities of a Peruvian talent scout discovering us.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we go to Cuzco. im really excited about that place. Lima is so dry. We drove 7 hours to Nazca and there were probably 6 living plants that i saw along the way. maybe a bit more, but really mostly sand dunes. There were little dead trees planted along the road, probably as some city's 'beatification project'. But really with one live tree for every 12 dead ones, it didn't make it beautiful. it just made you realize how much not-water there is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-2676229969298418604?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2676229969298418604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=2676229969298418604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/2676229969298418604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/2676229969298418604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2008/02/peru-peru.html' title='Peru, Peru'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R6mRGvTNv0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/WSMAAJftYD8/s72-c/IMG_6647%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-7662712427877126085</id><published>2008-01-22T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:27:19.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>white</title><content type='html'>i am watching the color leave my skin just a bit more every day.  right now it seems to be blending in with the white computer im writing on.  its funny, cause i don't feel worthless, and yet when i look at what im actually doing with my life currently, i realize i kinda am. Oops.  Im not too worried about it, but the longer i sit here not making decisions the weirder i feel.  is weirder a word these days?  I've created a work situation that makes me have to make a change.  I've let my job slip into non-existance because of traveling.  i still have some really, really devout clients, but not enough to fullfill me.  Financially or emotionaly. &lt;br /&gt;     My hold up on making a decision and change is this supposed oppurtunity to travel free with an organization.  The problem is that it's a new organization and it's slow moving.  the idea of free travel is enough to keep me waiting.  &lt;br /&gt;   I talked to Ash yesterday.  it was sad because i only had 14 minutes and it beeped to tell me that i only had one minute left and i felt so frantic and i didn't say i love you ash.  so i want to say it publicly- I love you ash.  there- thats better.   &lt;br /&gt;  I actually am pretty satisfied with my life right now.  i feel good emotionaly and spiritally.  although it is so hard to keep spirituality constant.  I seem to be in a relationship with a boy.  its good.  i am learning to comunicate a little better. &lt;br /&gt;Just an update.  there will be fun things to write about soon i hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-7662712427877126085?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7662712427877126085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=7662712427877126085' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7662712427877126085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7662712427877126085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2008/01/white.html' title='white'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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-1107780544161383309.post-2702881418529654078</id><published>2007-12-24T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T10:20:08.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R299wMZhicI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yQ1JU3_wSP0/s1600-h/IMG_5875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R299wMZhicI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yQ1JU3_wSP0/s320/IMG_5875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147471166023240130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R299xcZhidI/AAAAAAAAAGc/D2r7T0FPXRs/s1600-h/IMG_5868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R299xcZhidI/AAAAAAAAAGc/D2r7T0FPXRs/s320/IMG_5868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147471187498076626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R299x8ZhieI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2-jfjXbOivM/s1600-h/IMG_5869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R299x8ZhieI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2-jfjXbOivM/s320/IMG_5869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147471196088011234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marcus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-2702881418529654078?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2702881418529654078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=2702881418529654078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/2702881418529654078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/2702881418529654078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/12/face.html' title='people'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R299wMZhicI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yQ1JU3_wSP0/s72-c/IMG_5875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-6853756678360712142</id><published>2007-12-23T20:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T00:32:00.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>best thing in my life.</title><content type='html'>Guatemala was absurdly amazing.  During a few stages in my trip i had this thought: "My trip can't possibly get better than this." I thought this when i was with ash and todd, then in san andreas.  But in my last two weeks i thought it once again.   I was in an incredible little village on Lake Atitlan called San Marcos.  I stayed in a beautiful 4 bedroom hotel with 6 other people and paid 30Q a night, which is equivalent to $4.50.  I found a man that became my roommate.  His name is David.  He's a city boy from Miami, NYC and currently LA.  He's an actor/writer.  He was really funny.  He was a lot like my dad.  He taught me lessons like "Sara, when you leave the door open mosquitoes get in and bite me during the night."   I learned so much from him.   It was fun to have a roommate.  The others in the hotel were Rio &amp; Marcus from Canada, and Oliver from Switzerland and then 2 french girls that were crazy.  we feared them.  We had a nice kitchen that we took turns cooking dinner for each other.  I never got a turn though.   &lt;br /&gt;   San Marcos had a unique feel to it.  It was full of people who were searching for their life path or 'truth'.  You could feel the energy of good people looking for happiness and understanding of life.  I felt really inspired by these people and by the common goal of many of us.  I felt that the thoughts i had been having during my trip prepared me for this place that was full of light.  I had experiences that gave me answers to questions I've had since i was 12 years old.  I won't go deep into my experience, but i feel now that i know God, and i understand that he has a place in my life. &lt;br /&gt;       I recognize science as truth.  I don't have any problems with science.  I love that science never stops searching for more certainty and understanding within itself.  It's not scared to admit mistakes and is continuously testing laws and theories.  What a healthy way to live!  i really like it.  Never claiming truth, and always finding more answers because they are aware that we don't know everything.  I reckon that religion could be more open to new truths, and be more encouraging of individuals testing and finding truth for themselves, rather than relying so heavily on the words of our leaders.  Within the doctrine of the Mormon church, there is the concept of individuals seeking personal revelation, personal guidance and personal truth.  But we forget to trust ourselves!  We have forgotten the essence of religion, which i believe is to help people find a personal relationship with the Divine.  But many of us (not all of us) have lost this essence in the systematization and clutter of religion. I have.  I had to separate myself from the laws and order of religion to finally be in a place where i could find communication with God.  I didn't know if it was OK for me to find Divinity alternatively, because it was so different than how i was taught to find God.  But i know it was good.  And i know God helped me get to that point.  I asked this question: " Why now, and why in this way do i finally know God?"  And i had the thoughts, 'Look where you are and look at everything you've discovered as truth.  You would have had a different life if you had found out that God was there when you asked 15 years ago.'  Im glad i am who i am.     &lt;br /&gt;      I know now that it doesn't matter where or how you find truth, it is everywhere, and every person has a completely different path and a different understanding of truth.  Whether it's science, nature, Buddism, Christianity, energy... God is the creator, and everything that is good is of Him.   People are seeking him through so many different mediums.  Scientist are seeking to understand his creations.  Meta Physics is trying to bridge the gap between spirituality and science. (I find this really interesting).  Any way.  these are some of my thoughts right now.   They are subject to change, but i think its important for me to share them anyway.  I would love input or argument.  &lt;br /&gt;    After i had this experience i felt like coming home.  I was completely fulfilled and couldn't imagine anything better happening to me.   Then i met a boy named Morris. (jeremy scot morris).  But he hates jeremy scot.  He is a beautiful boy.  Everything about him.   He was the only single boy i met in 8 weeks .   I almost wrote him off because of how great a time I'd had alone.  But he started talking to me on the cliffs on Wednesday and we spent the next 80 hours together until i left for Guatemala city on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;     I've never connected with a boy on all the levels.  the levels being: emotionally, spiritually, physically, humorly, and intellectually.   Those are just my levels.  i'm guessing there are documented levels of connection.  i just don't know them.  But i connected with Morris on these levels.  But i think the best part about this boy was that he respected me.  It was different.    i felt so valued and i didn't feel that the physical part of our relationship was even in the top 3 of the levels of connection.  And anyone who knows my history knows that is quite unheard of.   We had a strong physical connection, but he never tried to make it sexual.   I questioned him about this strange behavour, and he said  "i am attracted to you, but i love being with you and not just for the physical part."  (or something to that effect).  I kept thinking maybe he wasn't real. but he was.  i have pictures of him.  &lt;br /&gt;     I figure this:  I met Morris so i could see what a healthy relationship feels like.  I don't know that we will ever be together again, although i do hope we might.  But i learned something from him that i won't forget.  It was so complete.  His friendship and the understanding i gained from him was an incredible end to my trip.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now to China...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-6853756678360712142?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6853756678360712142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=6853756678360712142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/6853756678360712142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/6853756678360712142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/12/best-thing-in-my-life.html' title='best thing in my life.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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-1107780544161383309.post-1251713818104570172</id><published>2007-12-03T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:07:29.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The most beautiful lake it the world"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R1SnxBNZncI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lUmjIn9Kr1w/s1600-R/IMG_5476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R1SnxBNZncI/AAAAAAAAAF4/V0POBLZwIdw/s320/IMG_5476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139917535316647362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R1SnxRNZndI/AAAAAAAAAGA/B7H7mAOyziQ/s1600-R/IMG_5535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R1SnxRNZndI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ES4-OZqrnik/s320/IMG_5535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139917539611614674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R1SnxxNZneI/AAAAAAAAAGI/H1MdAvh2Rok/s1600-R/IMG_5515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R1SnxxNZneI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PuVLMhzRVTM/s320/IMG_5515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139917548201549282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in Lago de Atitlan.  Its a huge lake surrounded by 30 volcanoes.  the lake is actually a colapsed volcano.  its really nice.  there are about 15 little cities around the lake, most of which you can only get to by boat.  so its calm. no cars or planes.  most of the people are miyan.  i cant spell that word i guess.  So the other night i was sleeping in my dorm and i woke up at 4 am, and i heard a deep rumbling sound coming from the mountains, (which are all volcanos).  it would rumble and then stop for 30 seconds and then rumble again.  sometimes it would be more frequent than 30 seconds.  i spent 20 min trying to figure out what the noise was, then i concluded that it was a volcano preparing for eruption.  Which sucks because the only way out of Santa Cruz is by boat or hiking over the mountain.  so either way i´m dead.  there are no boats till 6:30, and then when everyone wakes up and hears the volcano, theres no way im going to get a seat on a boat. So i decided i should probably write a little bit in my journal so that i would be the famous person who died who wrote an account of the erruption.  then i decided i would go wake up my friend Ben who was sleeping in the same dorm as me, and we both laid there in his bed trying to figure it out.  i was scared.  ben was worried as well, but i decided if i die i might as well die with someone else.  it was comforting.  so that morning ben said he was going to figure it out, and a few minutes later he came and told me it was avacados falling on tin roofs up in the myian village.  He-he.  i was glad.  i didn´t even feel stupid though, because ben was scared too.  what a baby. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      Heres a fun story. i was in san andreas, and in the morning i was walking by the same 2 dogs that bark at me every day. This day though, they were especially upset at me.  so i picked up a rock and threw it, but they didnt care, which is not that normal, and they continued charging me.  so i felt scared and bent down to pick up another rock and as i did so, a third dog ran out of his house and bit my calve. i kinda yelled and the owner of the dog ran out and shewed his stupid dog away.  i looked at the bite, and was suprized at how not bad it was.  it drew blood, but didn{t go too deep.  so i said "rabies?...es tu´s perro rabinous?"  and the man just stared out at the lake.  it was weird. and then it was funny.  Late that night, me and this other girl who is also a volenteer were walking home from the most absurd beauty pagent i´ve ever seen, (not that ive seen many, but now i understand ash´s non-obsesion with belizian beauty pagents) There were only 4 contestants and it lasted 5 hours.  it was so awful. so we turned the corner onto a quiet little road, and I saw this guy pointing a silver gun at the sky.  he directly put the gun in his pants and walked up to us. He wispered "denero... denero".  my friend said no, and started to walk around him and he grabbed her neck.  I freaked out and yelled "get your hands off her!"  and he backed off for a sec and put his finger up to his lips to tell me to be quiet.  so then he started at her again and i yelled louder and he scurried away like a little puppy. It was weird.  So last week i got bit by a dog and mugged at gunpoint the same day.  I laughed about it later that night, and when i told my host family they were sad that both those things happened to me, but assured me that the gun was not real.  which i kinda figured.  But we all had a good laugh about it.  Any way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    now i am in this earthy little town full of alternitive medicine-type-people." its a compleate delight.  there are yoga and meditation classes all day long every day.  today i went to a meta physics class and learned about lucid dreams and other states of altered conshusness.  (that was clearly mis-spelled.)   It was interesting.  &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow im doing a course in emotional blah blah therapy. i cant remember the words. but im excited to see what its all about. so im real happy here.  there is a ton to explore.  i started a water fast today.  and i will try to do it for 3 days if not more.  My body is ready for a clense and plus im running out of money. adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: i have no idea which pics i uploaded.  im pretty sure there is one of my bite, but it is a week old so its all healed up, and there is one of the lake for sure, but the third is a wild card.  i just chose it, so hopefully its nothing to vulgar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-1251713818104570172?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1251713818104570172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=1251713818104570172' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/1251713818104570172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/1251713818104570172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/12/most-beautiful-lake-it-world.html' title='&quot;The most beautiful lake it the world&quot;'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R1SnxBNZncI/AAAAAAAAAF4/V0POBLZwIdw/s72-c/IMG_5476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-3190348347703695248</id><published>2007-11-23T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:13:02.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just thinking a bit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R0dlr6r3PaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/BnjdlbS--HA/s1600-h/IMG_4931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R0dlr6r3PaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/BnjdlbS--HA/s400/IMG_4931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136185705201352098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is from my time with Ash and Todd.  its in hopkins which is about 6 miles from thier house.  this was the fateful night when we put false hope into ride home and ended up - actually, i don´t think any one will really understand how funny and scary it was. so nevermind. (only ash and todd. but mostly ash. todd was happy.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R0dlsar3PbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ehU0kgXeGxs/s1600-h/IMG_5282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R0dlsar3PbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ehU0kgXeGxs/s400/IMG_5282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136185713791286706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R0dltKr3PcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GhGSFqEmym8/s1600-h/IMG_5285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R0dltKr3PcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GhGSFqEmym8/s400/IMG_5285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136185726676188610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R0dltqr3PdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bAai4FeUZAA/s1600-h/IMG_5307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R0dltqr3PdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bAai4FeUZAA/s400/IMG_5307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136185735266123218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pics of my host sis Ariadna(who is amazingly beautiful) and one of the other volunteers (daphney) and our boss at the park(condilario). Condilario is hilarious. he doesn´t speak any english.  i love working with him.  he makes us work so dang hard.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R0dlvKr3PeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KRpgGex33h0/s1600-h/IMG_5254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R0dlvKr3PeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KRpgGex33h0/s400/IMG_5254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136185761035927010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been different to have to think before i speak.  Every thing i say i have to slowly walk through it in my brain.  i think one of the first lessons my momma taught me (that i remember) is look before you leap.  i cant exactly remember the situation, but i know it was something to do with me jumping into the car and lipstick.  I guess that saying translates into: think before you do something or say something you might regret. I have never felt like that was a good lesson for me to live by.  sorry momma.  As i look at my decisions in the past, the ones that have been the most benifical have been made spur of the moment.  But thats how my little mind works i guess.  i dont have patience to think things through.  when i make a pros and cons list i usually write out all the pros and never make it to the cons. Ash probably described my minds workings best with the "action...thought, action...thought" metaphor. Generally i find my mind is happy like that.  but when speaking only in spanish, i have had to totally change my action...thought mind to thought...thought...thought...action.  it´s hard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My host mom reminded me yesterday night at 6:30 that it was thanksgiving, (so no, mom i actually thought it was on the 25th for some reason. i confused it with christmas probably.) but i did think of my family and about what i was missing, and i  wished i could have been there, but not to the point of sadness:)  &lt;br /&gt;   i went for a swim yesterday at 4:30 and thought of my dad and how he would be feaking out about the glassy water.  Today is the first day that i´ve seen waves on the lake.  its glass all day long every day.  there are 2 wooden boats that i see fishing a few times a week, but other than that there is nothing going on except kids swiming.  its amazing.  at first i was praying that someone would have a motorboat that could pull a skiier, but now i know it would change the lake.  im so greatful for the calm of the lake and that the biggest fish anyone has ever caught is 10 inches long.  &lt;br /&gt;   anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-3190348347703695248?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3190348347703695248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=3190348347703695248' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/3190348347703695248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/3190348347703695248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-thinking-bit.html' title='just thinking a bit.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/R0dlr6r3PaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/BnjdlbS--HA/s72-c/IMG_4931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-2656608814895205581</id><published>2007-11-17T14:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:55:59.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Andreas-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Rz9wnar3PXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/k2G-Jf8bhNU/s1600-h/IMG_5187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Rz9wnar3PXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/k2G-Jf8bhNU/s320/IMG_5187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133945922706161010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Rz9wn6r3PYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/agntOAjwg4I/s1600-h/IMG_5182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Rz9wn6r3PYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/agntOAjwg4I/s320/IMG_5182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133945931296095618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Rz9woqr3PZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yfXQ-eYOuWE/s1600-h/IMG_5176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Rz9woqr3PZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yfXQ-eYOuWE/s320/IMG_5176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133945944180997522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.  i am in this beautiful town named san andreas.  i live 20 paces from the lake-  i wake up at 6 30 in the morning regularly. funny huh? today i slept in till 7:15.  (i hate when people say that).  but i work at 8 in the morning at the ecological park mon-fri.  i am staying with this compleatly awesome family. my host mom and dad and thier 3 daughters.  16, 14 and 8 years old.  they are rad!  they dont speak any english except cool, les-go! and excuse me. its crazy because im learning tons of spansish every second.  i know 4 other people that speak english in the whole town.  the guy Mataio who runs the volunteer program, and 3 other volunteers.  Its so weird to not be able to understand anyone.  im learning alot though.  I have a spanish teacher named edwin. we have class by the lake every day for 2 hours.  i pay him about 3 dollars and hour.  Its private lessons so its really easy to catch on. its so fun!  i love it here.  i never understood how people stay with a family who doesn´t speak english, but somehow it works out.  I learned the word for food really quickly. my host mom makes me breakfast lunch and dinner.  i pay her 75$ a week for food and my own room with a door that opens to a view of the lake.  its crazy.  i love it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can get my pics to work.  It was funny.  the very first person i met here was my taxi driver, and he asked me ¿de donde? i told him estados unidos, utah,  and he asked me if i was mormona.   I said si,  and he said ´mismo´ which means same.  he said there are muchos mormonas in san andreas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, pictures are uploading right now, but i have no idea which ones they are.  i couldn´t open the pictures so i just guessed.  i think there will be one of my neiborhood pigs, one or 2 of the lake, the three girls i live with and maybe one of my room.  we´ll see.    But im really happy here.  i feel good.  my host mom makes really amaizing food.  i haven´t eaten the same thing twice and ive eaten 10 meals already.  my host dad fishes 2 times a week, and is also a teacher.  but its vacation time for 3 months right now.  till jan.  so everone is just relaxing all day.  its really fun. the streets are really steep and they are made out of rocks, so when it rains its really slippery.  its kinda scary, but i get a good workout about 3 times a day walking back and forth from the eco park and the library that i also help with at nights.   Any way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-2656608814895205581?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2656608814895205581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=2656608814895205581' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/2656608814895205581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/2656608814895205581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/11/san-andreas.html' title='San Andreas-'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Rz9wnar3PXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/k2G-Jf8bhNU/s72-c/IMG_5187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-4165198312107846825</id><published>2007-11-12T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:59:39.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I left Belize. sad but happy</title><content type='html'>These pictures are of me and ash and todd at the shamaiakdj ruins in belize. (i made that name up) It was a good way to end my time with them.  The ruins were beautiful. its cool how much easier it is to imagine ancient people when you are standing in their lands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RziN2-sis5I/AAAAAAAAADg/cXGluRNgtW4/s1600-h/sara+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RziN2-sis5I/AAAAAAAAADg/cXGluRNgtW4/s400/sara+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132007751070954386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RziN3-sis6I/AAAAAAAAADo/lvbccpnTHuw/s1600-h/sara+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RziN3-sis6I/AAAAAAAAADo/lvbccpnTHuw/s400/sara+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132007768250823586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RziN4esis7I/AAAAAAAAADw/I-ULG_7-xJs/s1600-h/sara+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RziN4esis7I/AAAAAAAAADw/I-ULG_7-xJs/s400/sara+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132007776840758194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RziN5Osis8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/nj--nnJPdT4/s1600-h/sara+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RziN5Osis8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/nj--nnJPdT4/s400/sara+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132007789725660098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RziN5usis9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/mzqm9No6T5c/s1600-h/sara+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RziN5usis9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/mzqm9No6T5c/s400/sara+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132007798315594706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Florez right now, i went to Tikal yesterday morning at 3:00 am.  It seems not worth it-but it is.  We hiked up this long trail in the pitch dark. if there was any moon light it was blocked by the trees. so we were near the back of this group of 30 people, and my friend ben had to go to the bathroom so we got behind the group. It was just us 3 on a dark path in the jungle. i was kinda scared but then this loud growling animal started roaring and my heart kinda stopped for a while. I thought it was a jaguar and that we would die. I remembered my ipod had a bright light so i used it as a flashlight. there was a fork in the trail, and luckly i saw a glimmer from someones flashlight and we caught up after about 5 minutes. it was scary.  I was too scared to talk about the roaring animal until we were with the group, and i asked the boys "what the h was that animal", and they said it was the howler monkey.  Which i should have known because i´ve heard one before, but in the middle of the jungle i didn´t remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunrise was crazy.  We sat in silence for 40 minutes and watched and listened as the animals and birds started waking up.  Turns out we were on one of the biggest temples in tikal, and had a view of 5 other ruins.  The ruins are surrounded by thousands of trees, and many of the ruins are still just mounds of earth with grass and trees on them.  We had a tour of the main temples and had some time to walk around on our own.  I went to some living quarters and to a musium that had pottery and jewelry that they continue to find.  they have the skeleton of one of the kings too.  It was rad.  I think i´ll go again before i head out of this area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-4165198312107846825?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4165198312107846825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=4165198312107846825' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/4165198312107846825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/4165198312107846825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-left-belize-sad-but-happy.html' title='I left Belize. sad but happy'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RziN2-sis5I/AAAAAAAAADg/cXGluRNgtW4/s72-c/sara+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-7607371225156074532</id><published>2007-11-05T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:18:46.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>animals are different</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ry_5AYsrkMI/AAAAAAAAACw/RXsroMg5UKU/s1600-h/IMG_4752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ry_5AYsrkMI/AAAAAAAAACw/RXsroMg5UKU/s400/IMG_4752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129592285623455938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ry_5AosrkNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TZYGIEvMkCk/s1600-h/IMG_4640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ry_5AosrkNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TZYGIEvMkCk/s400/IMG_4640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129592289918423250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-7607371225156074532?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7607371225156074532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=7607371225156074532' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7607371225156074532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7607371225156074532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/11/animals-are-different.html' title='animals are different'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ry_5AYsrkMI/AAAAAAAAACw/RXsroMg5UKU/s72-c/IMG_4752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-2132421615754406889</id><published>2007-11-03T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T16:35:50.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash and todd- what a beautiful couple!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ry0FW4srkII/AAAAAAAAACQ/LBwYp01j1Kc/s1600-h/IMG_4616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ry0FW4srkII/AAAAAAAAACQ/LBwYp01j1Kc/s320/IMG_4616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128761441379913858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ry0FXYsrkJI/AAAAAAAAACY/QvqL5hX6yX8/s1600-h/IMG_4755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ry0FXYsrkJI/AAAAAAAAACY/QvqL5hX6yX8/s320/IMG_4755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128761449969848466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ry0FX4srkKI/AAAAAAAAACg/r7flt47TXOE/s1600-h/IMG_4740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ry0FX4srkKI/AAAAAAAAACg/r7flt47TXOE/s320/IMG_4740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128761458559783074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ry0FYIsrkLI/AAAAAAAAACo/9wDTDR0-ayU/s1600-h/IMG_4581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ry0FYIsrkLI/AAAAAAAAACo/9wDTDR0-ayU/s320/IMG_4581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128761462854750386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loved hanging out with these guys so much!  Its wierd how you think you love someone so much and then suddenly you love them more. That didn't happen to me, but it probably happens to people sometimes.  Kidding.  i love ash.  she is really strong for being out here and functioning.  Ash makes her own tortillas and pizza dough.  she kneads the dough like a regular mom. The best food ive eaten as of yet has been in Ash and todds home.  They have to depend on each other so much. it makes me so relieved that two people can be in such a healthy relationship. Its giving me good happy feelings about marriage. I've been with ash 24 hours a day since i got here.  im not at all exagerating- we have been in a 12-inch-whisper radius for a week.  lucky for us we really know each other and love each other.  &lt;br /&gt;We went to the zoo! Ash found a pet dog and then its owners came and stole it and then ash stole it back and then they came and took it.  Ash cried. it was hard for her. &lt;br /&gt;  I have so many bug bites on my legs that people point at me and gasp.  i'll take a picture.  Its the best feeling when i have been controling my hands so i don't scratch a real bad itch, and then suddenly i realize that the itch is a real, non-bite itch right between two bites. (It happens very rarely, but its fun.)  sorry all these pictures are about me.  i didn't mean to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-2132421615754406889?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2132421615754406889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=2132421615754406889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/2132421615754406889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/2132421615754406889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/11/ash-and-todd-what-beautiful-couple.html' title='Ash and todd- what a beautiful couple!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ry0FW4srkII/AAAAAAAAACQ/LBwYp01j1Kc/s72-c/IMG_4616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-6768560552131736676</id><published>2007-11-03T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T15:38:53.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally some picts- a am computer literate</title><content type='html'>Im hopefully uploading some images right now- I do realize that blogs are so dull without something to look at. and i truely apprecitate my three readers Larry, Ashers and Mare. I dedicate this post to you. And mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ryz1F4srkBI/AAAAAAAAABc/7Z_gK-JcWFQ/s1600-h/IMG_4450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ryz1F4srkBI/AAAAAAAAABc/7Z_gK-JcWFQ/s320/IMG_4450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128743557136093202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    These pictures are of quatemala city and antiqua.  What more can make you feel at home than to see a plethera of blue mazda protege's running around the streets of guatemala city.  I'm positive that my little guy is in the best shape of them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ryz1GYsrkCI/AAAAAAAAABk/w4ssv1wm7q0/s1600-h/IMG_4463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ryz1GYsrkCI/AAAAAAAAABk/w4ssv1wm7q0/s320/IMG_4463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128743565726027810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ryz1G4srkDI/AAAAAAAAABs/0KfNF0jJvSw/s1600-h/IMG_4555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ryz1G4srkDI/AAAAAAAAABs/0KfNF0jJvSw/s320/IMG_4555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128743574315962418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ryz1HIsrkEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7HvcVxyGGnM/s1600-h/IMG_4474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ryz1HIsrkEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7HvcVxyGGnM/s320/IMG_4474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128743578610929730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ryz1HYsrkFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6LOsybQYA1E/s1600-h/IMG_4537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ryz1HYsrkFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6LOsybQYA1E/s320/IMG_4537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128743582905897042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that better?  I hope so.  not so damn borring now is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-6768560552131736676?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6768560552131736676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=6768560552131736676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/6768560552131736676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/6768560552131736676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-some-picts-am-computer-literate.html' title='Finally some picts- a am computer literate'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Ryz1F4srkBI/AAAAAAAAABc/7Z_gK-JcWFQ/s72-c/IMG_4450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-7583051085238563619</id><published>2007-10-31T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T11:54:33.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween with ash and todd!</title><content type='html'>Here i am in belize with two extreamly dedicated peace corps missionaries. JK.  they really aren't that dedicated- but they do their jobs. I love being here. Its a poor little village they live in, but they managed to get the biggest house on the block for 200 belize a month.  Ash had talked about how nice it was, and so naturaly i was surprized to actually see what it was.  It is a house made of wood planks sitting on cement blocks.  I honestly didn't think it was that great until i went with ash to see her old place that she was staying at with her host family.  It was insainly teeney and had the worst little girl in it. Then i realized what a haven their new home is. i love it now-  its the best house i've seen here, and am so happy to be staying with them there and not at that awful house with that awful little girl in it. (She touches you all over your whole body and wont stop.)  ha.  Ash and todd are heros for staying there for 2 months.  we should give them a trophy. &lt;br /&gt;   I am really so glad i get to hang out with them and see what their lifes are like here.  its alot different then you imagine it is.  But its really good.  They make fun of themselves all the time, but if you look at it from an outsiders perspective, they are doing something quite amazing.  even if its different from what they thought, and they might not be actually helping anyone, (kidding) they are still learning a lot.  its good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-7583051085238563619?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7583051085238563619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=7583051085238563619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7583051085238563619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7583051085238563619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-with-ash-and-todd.html' title='halloween with ash and todd!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-7202343108469191629</id><published>2007-10-26T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T07:13:22.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-7202343108469191629?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7202343108469191629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=7202343108469191629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7202343108469191629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7202343108469191629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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-1107780544161383309.post-7672908290915500631</id><published>2007-10-26T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T06:51:31.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olah como estas? (Hello how are you)</title><content type='html'>Im good, today i am going to travel towards where ashli and todd mcflame/murdock live.  I havent been able to focus on anything else really.  I just keep thinking ¨how many more days till i see ashli?¨  (and todd)  I can´t wait!  So i´m catching a bus to purrto barrios at noon and will hopefully meet up with them tonight but most likely tomorrow morning.  My time in antigua was really good.  Franando and i became really good friends- and perhaps i will go to norway and visit him someday. He´s a real great guy, and is helping me so much with my spanish.  im at a level -1 right now, so im muy annoying to him. &lt;br /&gt;  We had an interesting conversation about my current feelings about men (which are that most men use conversation and friendship as a means to an end) and he suggested that the reason for my travels might be to prove that wrong.  He commented that he personally is more interested in conversation, but also thinks about sex (don´t we all) Ha.  I liked talking with Franando.  He knows alot about the world and politics and people.  He´s a lawyer of international law, and is currently focused on the election in guatemala. (I don´t know if saying ´a lawyer of international law´ is redundent but it seems to be).  He has a small child of 4 months and is in the early stages of divorce.  any way, enough on Franando.  Im glad to have befriended him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   One of my favorite things about what im doing is meeting other travelers. Mostly those who are traveling are in the same stage of life: done with school, and have a little bit of money, just enough to get by in a really poor country for a few months.  Usually fellow travelers are as confused as i am about what they want out of life. Which gives everyone the oppertunity to talk about relationships and god and love and why we are living.  I think generally, people have come to the same sort of conclusion which is something like: I just try to be a good person and live so i feel happy and keep healthy relationships with people i love. And then sometimes they have God as a part of that.  But sometimes not.  I think people who are seeking truth don´t always feel a need to seek God because God is in truth.  I don´t think God would feel jelous that people are trying to understand his creations rather than having a close relationship with Him. God is the same thing as truth. ha. sorry mom if this makes you worry.  but its nothing to worry about. its just thinking and writing. Plus i don´t think its too weird of thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So suddenly im on this really strange sleeping schedual. (sp?) (i have never been on any type of schedual so have never acctually written that word.) But i go to sleep around 10 or 11 and wake up at 6 or 6:30 on my own.  its wierd. I don´t know quite what to think of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here´s some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-7672908290915500631?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7672908290915500631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=7672908290915500631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7672908290915500631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7672908290915500631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/10/olah-como-estas-hello-how-are-you.html' title='Olah como estas? (Hello how are you)'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-7467365226540493213</id><published>2007-10-23T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:57:10.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclaimer</title><content type='html'>Somehow it cut off the last part of my blog about guat city. so don´t judge me.  I already know im so lame for saying that saying, but i fixed it in the rest of my blog that got lost. don´t judge me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-7467365226540493213?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7467365226540493213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=7467365226540493213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7467365226540493213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7467365226540493213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/10/disclaimer.html' title='Disclaimer'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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-1107780544161383309.post-6342290496378099998</id><published>2007-10-23T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:53:07.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good old guatemala city</title><content type='html'>So here the adventure begins!! Im in quatemala city right now in hostel los valcanos.  Its a really nice place and i share a room with 6 empty bunkbeds.  its weird.  its like one of those orphin houses except all the orphins have been killed or sold. But I am the only single female here now.  and franando is the only single male, so we decided to make a day of it and walk through guatemala city.  it was really awesome.  &lt;its really dirty, and lots of exaust from the chicken busses and cars, but besides that it was beautiful.  the people are beautiful and friendly.  im glad i went about in the city because it made me less scared.  &lt;now i can form my own judgment on it because everyone said it was so awful.  If you notice a trend of placing a &lt; before each sentance, it is because the &lt; shares the shift button space with the shift.  dumb huh_  and the question mark button is an underscore in this strange land.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, franado was the best to go see the city with.  if it weren´t for him i would be dead and-or lost. he is chilean and currently lives in norway. hes a lawyer. he´s smart.  so it was lucky he wanted to hang out with me. (im dumb)     &lt;br /&gt;  any ways we went to this museum of archiology and i was looking around at the coolest artifacts from the temples, and i heard the first english words id heard all day. it was this really excited knowaglable man who was talking all about the symbols and meaning of the artifacts.  so i secretly tagged along keeping my distance so they wouldn´t suspect me.  I felt really lame because there were only 6 people in the museum and it was 10 min to close, so they were running from room to room, therefore they could easily conclude i was following them.  turns out they are from atlanta georga and are LDS2. &lt;ha im so annoying.  so we chated and they gave us a ride to our hostel, but I got hooked up with a ride to antiqua with the boy rob who lives in provo and might go on a biking tour up these volcanos. any way.  im bored of this story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, &lt;br /&gt;sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-6342290496378099998?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6342290496378099998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=6342290496378099998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/6342290496378099998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/6342290496378099998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-old-guatemala-city.html' title='Good old guatemala city'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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-1107780544161383309.post-6511259581698994499</id><published>2007-10-16T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T14:46:22.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Laurie: (the baby)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RxUw9VU90JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_zFLWg1HSd8/s1600-h/IMG_4192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RxUw9VU90JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_zFLWg1HSd8/s320/IMG_4192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122053981459042450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RxUw-lU90KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WRc7mEBnisY/s1600-h/IMG_4132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RxUw-lU90KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WRc7mEBnisY/s320/IMG_4132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122054002933878946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RxUw_lU90LI/AAAAAAAAABE/l7Q6FlC4k9c/s1600-h/IMG_4145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RxUw_lU90LI/AAAAAAAAABE/l7Q6FlC4k9c/s320/IMG_4145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122054020113748146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RxUxAFU90MI/AAAAAAAAABM/GTsX2AFOSOM/s1600-h/IMG_4163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RxUxAFU90MI/AAAAAAAAABM/GTsX2AFOSOM/s320/IMG_4163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122054028703682754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RxUxAlU90NI/AAAAAAAAABU/l5dh-6P_ZtU/s1600-h/IMG_4216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RxUxAlU90NI/AAAAAAAAABU/l5dh-6P_ZtU/s320/IMG_4216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122054037293617362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-6511259581698994499?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6511259581698994499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=6511259581698994499' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/6511259581698994499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/6511259581698994499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-laurie-baby.html' title='For Laurie: (the baby)'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/RxUw9VU90JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_zFLWg1HSd8/s72-c/IMG_4192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-5847525736204845088</id><published>2007-10-16T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T01:20:25.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One chest</title><content type='html'>My childhood memories are few, but those that are are intensely imprinted in my synapeses. I'm going to start with my earliest one's.  This activity is mostly to try and keep the readers of this blog as bored as i possibly can.  &lt;br /&gt;        I don't really know which is my first memory, but i would hope that this one isn't:&lt;br /&gt;  Im standing on a small chest of drawers similar to the one i currently own. Knobby knobs for handles, drawers that have no tracking system, so occasionally fall out, subsiquently sending that little electric shock through the forhead.  Anyway, i have no idea how i got there, and no thoughts of how to get down. I'm alone in my cold, cement-floored basement, chewing a mid-sized hunk of bubble gum.  The chest is against the wall and i carefully squat down so my hands are ballacing me and turn toward the wall.  There is a chalk drawing of myself hanging, staring at me.  It's not weird though. I like the drawing. It was nicely done.  As im gazing at myself, I suddenly realize how sore my jaw is and here begins my struggle. Should I find a way down from my perch and end my dull adventure, or liberate my jaw.  I choose the latter, and carefully place the gum on the picture frame. I can't actually remember how long i stayed or how i did get down, but I am certain the only reason i have this memory is because my mom saw the gum and yelled at me.  Ha. How did she know it was me? i don't know.  It's fun that i was young enough to not know it was wrong to put gum on things.  Had i only known, i would have put it on the back side of the frame.  Then it would still be there, and i wouldn't have got in trouble.  But if this was the case, I would not remember this brave adventure of my youth.  You see, my memories are mostly me being mischivious, and getting in trouble for being so, and therefore are very few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-5847525736204845088?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5847525736204845088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=5847525736204845088' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/5847525736204845088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/5847525736204845088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-chest.html' title='One chest'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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-1107780544161383309.post-7102860766394622654</id><published>2007-10-04T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:56:55.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Know one knows</title><content type='html'>I like this alot because i havent told anyone about this blog yet- so i can write what ever the d i want. I acutally don't really want to tell anyone, but i guess that would be lame and kinda just like a journal.  plus i feel boring right now any way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-7102860766394622654?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7102860766394622654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=7102860766394622654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7102860766394622654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7102860766394622654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/10/know-one-knows.html' title='Know one knows'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-7321147078109740809</id><published>2007-09-25T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T09:32:43.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Rvk4BVU90FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V4AJafSwAhQ/s1600-h/IMG_2879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Rvk4BVU90FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V4AJafSwAhQ/s400/IMG_2879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114180447412015186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Rvk4B1U90GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qOPse7Q5-7A/s1600-h/IMG_3695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Rvk4B1U90GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qOPse7Q5-7A/s400/IMG_3695.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114180456001949794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Rvk4CFU90HI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zY4dcHYkTOc/s1600-h/IMG_3772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Rvk4CFU90HI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zY4dcHYkTOc/s400/IMG_3772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114180460296917106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Rvk4ClU90II/AAAAAAAAAAk/j4aB58FvDWY/s1600-h/IMG_3813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Rvk4ClU90II/AAAAAAAAAAk/j4aB58FvDWY/s400/IMG_3813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114180468886851714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-7321147078109740809?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7321147078109740809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=7321147078109740809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7321147078109740809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7321147078109740809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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://bp1.blogger.com/_Gc10MamXd68/Rvk4BVU90FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V4AJafSwAhQ/s72-c/IMG_2879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107780544161383309.post-7661756890595160224</id><published>2007-09-25T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:41:05.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi its sara</title><content type='html'>I think the essence of blogging is letting everyone know your thoughts and actions.  I guess its ok, it seems a little fishy though.  I don't care about spelling or grammer or punctuation. As long as were all clear on that then i can do this.   maybe i'll talk about explanation points first because i hate how happy they look and yet how do you add any excitement to your droning words without that damn symbol.  So yes i will occasonally use it!!   See how happy i seem, and yet right now im just regular and kinda tired. not happy not sad.  &lt;br /&gt;     so, Capitalization.  i guess its hard because all these years Word has capitalized all the first words and other important words, and now my little fingers cant really reach that shift without a bit of  a strain.  So sometimes i cap- sometimes not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    i  turned 25 last week.   i like getting older because i feel like it makes me valid.  I am also single and alone.  although in the last few weeks 3 different boys have paid atttention to me.  i don't know if that is worthy of musing about, but its nice to know that people are occasionally attracted to me physically. once we start getting to know each other, it usually dissapates pretty quick.  Its hard to find someone to love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Im currently trying to figure out why its good to be in love.  I don't think ill know unless it happens.  I bet you feel insanely happy and full of soul and truth, and a good healthy sexuality. I hear you feel complete inside.  So what if i already feel complete?  I don't always, but i feel more complete than many of my clients who are in sad unhealthy relationships. Plus i feel much more fulfilled with my girlfriends than i ever have with any boy. but i like boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Right now my writings are boring and tired, but in a month i will be out in Guatemala and then people might actually want to read about my actions.   give me some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107780544161383309-7661756890595160224?l=saragilmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7661756890595160224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1107780544161383309&amp;postID=7661756890595160224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7661756890595160224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107780544161383309/posts/default/7661756890595160224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saragilmore.blogspot.com/2007/09/hi-its-sara.html' title='hi its sara'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15027637318511875263</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>
