<?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-735432649079520810</id><updated>2012-01-24T20:24:28.483-09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life and Times of SB Hooks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-412766485834331338</id><published>2008-08-01T00:21:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T04:30:58.389-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing up and Being a Lady.</title><content type='html'>So as you know, we (mks) were in Budapest,Hungary for MKR ( Missionary Kid Retreat) this past week. Now, I love MKR. I get to see my friends, be around people who actually understand the things I'm going through, and know the same language as I do. So we got there and I was so excited. Tired, yes. But none the less, excited. So the first day, we see all of our friends, and were excited. My small group was, Rachel, Rebecca, Sarah, Anna, Rebekah Reece, Natalie and Lindsey. I mean, this wasnt just a small group, it was a family group. I love these people to death. Seriously. Love them. So we go through the first day and what not, then we all get settled in and what not. The next day is Sunday, and we go throughout our day and we have a great time. That day I had to jump into the pool with all my clothes on( I lost a bet :D ) and then later that night Rachel told me a bedtime story. All was good. I was having a great time, catching up with old friends, making new ones. I got to worship in English. I heard amazing things. It was just great.&lt;div&gt;And I thought it was great, and it really was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday morning we woke up, and went along with our day as planned. Kurt, Rachel, Becca, Sarah and I were all sitting there talking and Stacey came in and said that she neeed to talk to Becca and Rach. We didn't think much of it until it was after quiet time and Uncle Ed Mckoen got up to talk. The first thing that came out of his mouth was, "We all know that we should praise God through the Easy times, and through the hard times...." He then proceeded to tell us that one of my favorite Aunts, had a heart attack the night before..and died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is one of the hardest things I have ever had to go through. In my life. I didn't cry as much as I have, ever. Not even when we moved. I mean. It's Aunt Teri. It's two of my best friends mom. All I can go back to, is it's Aunt Teri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone in the room was sad. But Russia field was distraught. People who really knew her, were distraught. My friends and I, were distraught. We still are. Anna, Sarah, and I all got together and prayed and cried as much as we wanted and needed to. We sang Hey Jude. We cried some more. We laughed about the silly stuff Aunt Teri used to do. We finally went back to our Villa and changed into clothes that made us feel better.(pajamas :)   Then we went back to the big room and talked to Kurt. He said somethings that really put things in perspective for me(The title of the blog is all him). I won't go into details, but he said that it's great to be sad. She was someone we truly called Aunt Teri. But that for the younger people,(and ourselves) we needed to Stand up and be ladies. That really got to me. So we went back to our villas and put normal jeans on.(it was the first step to being a lady.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  We were of course, sad all day. Then we (sarah anna and I) got to hang out and be there for Rach and Becca. That made it allot easier for me I guess. I honestly don't know why. But it did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried throughout the songs that night. I didn't really comprehend what was going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day was a little better. I mean. I don't think I will ever understand why Aunt Teri had to die. Nor do I want to. That's between God and her.  All I know is, that God is at work in our youth group. You can't help but notice it. Obviously the part where we heard that our beloved Aunt was dead was not the highlight of the week. But all in all. It was a great week. I made new friends. I got to be there for my friends that needed me. I got some amazing advice from amazing people. Heard some great 'sermons'. And overall just got closer to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which after hearing about Aunt Teri, I didn't think I would happen. But it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess God is funny like that huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. Just thought I would share with yall, whats on my heart so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post pictures and videos later :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-412766485834331338?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/412766485834331338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=412766485834331338' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/412766485834331338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/412766485834331338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2008/08/standing-up-and-being-lady.html' title='Standing up and Being a Lady.'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-665107469833471680</id><published>2008-06-21T06:29:00.005-09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:47:16.384-09:00</updated><title type='text'>My mother was a black dwarf from somewher in the north...</title><content type='html'>Excuse the title of this... It's from Prince Caspian... and  He was like "Why didn't you tell me about my father?" " My mother was a black swarf from the north.." I laughed at that for like 5 or 10 minutes. :)&lt;br /&gt;So I havent blogged. So I did today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4K1Z5vtoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AiZ9b5twPaw/s1600-h/johnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214617331144046210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4K1Z5vtoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AiZ9b5twPaw/s320/johnn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 John John Jumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4K1uYSh7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/xfSmznpp68E/s1600-h/lonelyrussian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214617336640866226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4K1uYSh7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/xfSmznpp68E/s320/lonelyrussian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Lonely Russian Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4K1rQGeEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/n6JVlctc3ZU/s1600-h/motherdaughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214617335801215042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4K1rQGeEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/n6JVlctc3ZU/s320/motherdaughter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                Mother and Daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4K1uWinZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/v64316mUwbI/s1600-h/perecrestoc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214617336633531794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4K1uWinZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/v64316mUwbI/s320/perecrestoc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Old Man :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4K13VL5sI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PXzjT0-wNaY/s1600-h/youngandold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214617339043768002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4K13VL5sI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PXzjT0-wNaY/s320/youngandold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      Granddaughter &amp;amp; Grandfather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4KjJcs8fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2ylx7VFFtRA/s1600-h/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214617017489617394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4KjJcs8fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2ylx7VFFtRA/s320/cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 Hannah Jumping :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4KjI_XjsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/FrXx6dcJfyk/s1600-h/dig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214617017366580930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4KjI_XjsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/FrXx6dcJfyk/s320/dig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 Playing in the Sand :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4KjOKC-yI/AAAAAAAAAIs/puxJYUU5lQQ/s1600-h/digg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214617018753547042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4KjOKC-yI/AAAAAAAAAIs/puxJYUU5lQQ/s320/digg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4KjeQ9k3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/YV6j77J6qqA/s1600-h/forthecross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214617023077520242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4KjeQ9k3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/YV6j77J6qqA/s320/forthecross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     A russian Cross :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4KjfZm28I/AAAAAAAAAI8/WRhoCcChZRM/s1600-h/hannahbanana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214617023382215618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4KjfZm28I/AAAAAAAAAI8/WRhoCcChZRM/s320/hannahbanana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Hannah at the Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I've decided to write some things that I've noticed are different here. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Not matter how many different green vegetables I eat, I will never be any taller than I am right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.I love everything old. Like, Music, clothes, stuff like that. I'm fascinated with other era's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I laugh like a little kid. Seriously. Like a dang 4 year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I'm apparentlly a hippie. Yeah... I've been told this numerous times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I'm really career oriented. Yeah, shocked me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I'm an okay photographer. And it is most certainly what I want to do with my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I've become Russian.... You don't want to mess with me on the metro... It isn't pretty :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. My little sister is going to be taller than I am by this time next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I'm a poster fanatic.. Honestly I have like 237462734. Yeah. It's allot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I won't ever take a dryer for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. The Russian Soccer team is, "Like a chicken running around without it's head" -Ivan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I'm going to say. Except that they won last night! WOOH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I'm the most ticklish person everr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I love the music from the nineties... I mean, I was born and raised in that time, I ought to love it right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I have the strangest memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I used to do a mile in 20 minutes.... since being here... 6 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now things I miss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. THE BEACH! I miss the beach sooo much, you honestly don't have a any idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I miss my grand ma and grandpa's house :( I love that house, and honestly can't wait till I get to go back there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Pickles... I know, something weird.. But hey, It's my favorite things ever. And I only eat dill... soo. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Murray Hill.. I seriously miss this place so much. I miss going to concerts whenever I felt like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I miss going to sonic with Brent and rob and seeing movies with them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I miss on Wednesdays, when I would watch the Project Runway or Top Chef Marathons all day long :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I obviously miss my family, and friends. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.I miss going to football games. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I miss having a swimming pool in my backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I miss hanging out with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I miss Kory being a retard in church :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I miss youth group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I miss Palm Trees.... yeah. I know. It's an odd thing to miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I miss getting discount coupons at Chic-Fil-A because Brent worked there :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I miss going to Orlando, or St. Augustine, or anywhere really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now somethings I'm not going to miss....at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The love bugs. That's all I have to say right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Having to wait for Brent to pick me up to go anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The 15 dollars it costs to get a poster...Here they are like barely 2 dollars :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Having a job :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.Having to keep the front and backyard clean. Not missing that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.Having to go to church like a million times on Sunday and Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Having to have a drivers licence to go anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. not being able to walk around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Having to feel like I need to dress up and impress people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.Gas prices. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's it for that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think that allot of y'all have heard that I just got accepted to go on the Mission Trip for my school to Uganda this spring!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really excited about it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's basically all that;s going on right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above are some pictures that I took at The park the other day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-665107469833471680?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/665107469833471680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=665107469833471680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/665107469833471680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/665107469833471680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-mother-was-black-dwarf-from-somewher.html' title='My mother was a black dwarf from somewher in the north...'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SF4K1Z5vtoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AiZ9b5twPaw/s72-c/johnn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-1322239830568175508</id><published>2008-05-25T01:20:00.007-09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:47:21.113-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocheena Boroda. P.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-5VW79cI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tHIggtrzGyA/s1600-h/n887005056_3062904_5802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-5VW79cI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tHIggtrzGyA/s320/n887005056_3062904_5802.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204259999110133186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pippin playing at some club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-5lW79dI/AAAAAAAAAII/hbMyosODYxI/s1600-h/n887005056_3062925_6732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-5lW79dI/AAAAAAAAAII/hbMyosODYxI/s320/n887005056_3062925_6732.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204260003405100498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pippin and Kylie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-rlW79XI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WD9-eRQ88Bg/s1600-h/n887005056_3037051_5368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-rlW79XI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WD9-eRQ88Bg/s320/n887005056_3037051_5368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204259762886931826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   This sweet little girl at VDNX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-rlW79YI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0TPz-JpbvDw/s1600-h/n887005056_3037120_2305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-rlW79YI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0TPz-JpbvDw/s320/n887005056_3037120_2305.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204259762886931842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Jeff at VDNX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-rlW79ZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZtGbj0RJrjU/s1600-h/n887005056_3037151_7898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-rlW79ZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZtGbj0RJrjU/s320/n887005056_3037151_7898.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204259762886931858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                          Another sweet little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-r1W79aI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AY-HfMPo6K0/s1600-h/n887005056_3037155_9450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-r1W79aI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AY-HfMPo6K0/s320/n887005056_3037155_9450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204259767181899170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-r1W79bI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GVzvWhP1X_0/s1600-h/n887005056_3062892_6275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-r1W79bI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GVzvWhP1X_0/s320/n887005056_3062892_6275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204259767181899186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremy playing at the cool club &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-SFW79SI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QqCTr5n_gF0/s1600-h/n887005056_3036712_7479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-SFW79SI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QqCTr5n_gF0/s320/n887005056_3036712_7479.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204259324800267554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John singing "in the Jungle" at VDNX. Simply amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-SVW79TI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BpoygX9L35s/s1600-h/n887005056_3036884_2491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-SVW79TI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BpoygX9L35s/s320/n887005056_3036884_2491.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204259329095234866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet old man :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-SVW79UI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iUkS-7CbGh4/s1600-h/n887005056_3036974_5038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-SVW79UI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iUkS-7CbGh4/s320/n887005056_3036974_5038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204259329095234882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad T. playing part of his solo at VDNX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-SVW79VI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lvr_gfjHBos/s1600-h/n887005056_3037025_1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-SVW79VI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lvr_gfjHBos/s320/n887005056_3037025_1350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204259329095234898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew and John John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-U1W79WI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oIJCohij6b0/s1600-h/n887005056_3037041_4151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-U1W79WI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oIJCohij6b0/s320/n887005056_3037041_4151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204259372044907874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9-VW79NI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y3fgabJhJ8Q/s1600-h/n887005056_3036529_4688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9-VW79NI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y3fgabJhJ8Q/s320/n887005056_3036529_4688.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204258985497851090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The same sweet old man :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9-VW79OI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uolu9-n8kZI/s1600-h/n887005056_3036532_3946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9-VW79OI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uolu9-n8kZI/s320/n887005056_3036532_3946.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204258985497851106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9-lW79PI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TGYhs3QcM0c/s1600-h/n887005056_3036538_1011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9-lW79PI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TGYhs3QcM0c/s320/n887005056_3036538_1011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204258989792818418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John John playing on the drums :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9-lW79QI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YcNx-Kfoplg/s1600-h/n887005056_3036543_6450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9-lW79QI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YcNx-Kfoplg/s320/n887005056_3036543_6450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204258989792818434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pippin and Lillianna :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9-1W79RI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nOlWeS5r9Ak/s1600-h/n887005056_3036544_9801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9-1W79RI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nOlWeS5r9Ak/s320/n887005056_3036544_9801.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204258994087785746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lillianna telling Pippin she was 21 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9nVW79II/AAAAAAAAAFg/gxA_hQZnofg/s1600-h/n887005056_3036454_9007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9nVW79II/AAAAAAAAAFg/gxA_hQZnofg/s320/n887005056_3036454_9007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204258590360859778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ray playing like. amazingggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9nlW79JI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aGok06kjiMg/s1600-h/n887005056_3036459_3307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9nlW79JI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aGok06kjiMg/s320/n887005056_3036459_3307.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204258594655827090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was at hinkson i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9n1W79KI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BPPhDh6dJZs/s1600-h/n887005056_3036472_3208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9n1W79KI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BPPhDh6dJZs/s320/n887005056_3036472_3208.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204258598950794402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah at Hinkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9oFW79LI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vFmCxv6Q7Ag/s1600-h/n887005056_3036475_4881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9oFW79LI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vFmCxv6Q7Ag/s320/n887005056_3036475_4881.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204258603245761714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pippin and Leah Kathryn at Hinkson.... French Horns are AMAZING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9oFW79MI/AAAAAAAAAGA/090KvJFnxHY/s1600-h/n887005056_3036521_5016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk9oFW79MI/AAAAAAAAAGA/090KvJFnxHY/s320/n887005056_3036521_5016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204258603245761730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremy and an old lady dancing :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-1322239830568175508?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1322239830568175508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=1322239830568175508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/1322239830568175508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/1322239830568175508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2008/05/mocheena-boroda-p2.html' title='Mocheena Boroda. P.2'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk-5VW79cI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tHIggtrzGyA/s72-c/n887005056_3062904_5802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-6454386190045989973</id><published>2008-05-25T00:59:00.005-09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:47:22.659-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocheena Boroda.</title><content type='html'>So the title is "Man Beard" in Russian. Someone taught it to the boys that came, and they all had beards...and said it over. and over again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, So I figured that I should write something on here before Grandma beat me up. Sorry if it really in exciting. I'm pretty tired right now. So here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a had a busy couple weeks. Between Senior Banquet, to Ram Corps, to the end of school.&lt;br /&gt;Last tuesday, the team arrived here. So long story short, I went everywhere with them. I had a really good time getting to know them and what not. And I'm glad that I got the opportunity to experience some of what University of Mobile is like. It is now actually one of the colleges that I'm really, seriously looking at. So far that I know, the people there are amazing and the art program is as well. Also, they give amazing scholarships and Ram Corps is also a scholarship.. So if it is were I decide to go, I would definitely want to be in that. So it's all allot of fun and I definitely cant wait till next summer so I can go check the College out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dad let me take his camera basically everywhere we went, and I took pictures of just about everything. It was allot of fun. So that's basically it. So now I'm going to put some of my favorite pictures up of some of the events :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk8ElW79DI/AAAAAAAAAE4/67v2BbumAHA/s1600-h/n887005056_3036265_9777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk8ElW79DI/AAAAAAAAAE4/67v2BbumAHA/s320/n887005056_3036265_9777.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204256893848777778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Tyler playing at Hinkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk8ElW79EI/AAAAAAAAAFA/a6JNVv2xPjg/s1600-h/n887005056_3036267_5146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk8ElW79EI/AAAAAAAAAFA/a6JNVv2xPjg/s320/n887005056_3036267_5146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204256893848777794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pippin moving...... As usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk8E1W79FI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5P9XxA_67_I/s1600-h/n887005056_3036352_8649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk8E1W79FI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5P9XxA_67_I/s320/n887005056_3036352_8649.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204256898143745106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk8FFW79GI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iBYID9Zpql0/s1600-h/n887005056_3036427_3036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk8FFW79GI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iBYID9Zpql0/s320/n887005056_3036427_3036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204256902438712418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan playing at Hinson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk8FFW79HI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eOPEWckR5JA/s1600-h/n887005056_3036435_4848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk8FFW79HI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eOPEWckR5JA/s320/n887005056_3036435_4848.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204256902438712434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some Russian who came back again to watch them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk7BlW78-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/S9aRXFnaNv4/s1600-h/n887005056_3036200_1172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk7BlW78-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/S9aRXFnaNv4/s320/n887005056_3036200_1172.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204255742797542370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Haha. Tyler was pretty happy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk7BlW78_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/YcgOHpkY6Po/s1600-h/n887005056_3036213_5760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk7BlW78_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/YcgOHpkY6Po/s320/n887005056_3036213_5760.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204255742797542386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel and Sarah at the RamCorps performance at Hinkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk7B1W79AI/AAAAAAAAAEg/L30iBtY0JBY/s1600-h/n887005056_3036218_1242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk7B1W79AI/AAAAAAAAAEg/L30iBtY0JBY/s320/n887005056_3036218_1242.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204255747092509698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anthony, Marcus, and Tina at the same performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk7B1W79BI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bU8DEUjDuaY/s1600-h/n887005056_3036224_9428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk7B1W79BI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bU8DEUjDuaY/s320/n887005056_3036224_9428.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204255747092509714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most adorable little girl, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk7CFW79CI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_VAI3EuPfno/s1600-h/n887005056_3036259_3119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk7CFW79CI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_VAI3EuPfno/s320/n887005056_3036259_3119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204255751387477026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Brad doing what he does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-6454386190045989973?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6454386190045989973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=6454386190045989973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/6454386190045989973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/6454386190045989973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2008/05/mocheena-boroda.html' title='Mocheena Boroda.'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDk8ElW79DI/AAAAAAAAAE4/67v2BbumAHA/s72-c/n887005056_3036265_9777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-9185597683293644384</id><published>2008-05-12T09:24:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:37:52.610-09:00</updated><title type='text'>The dress.</title><content type='html'>So this is going to be a hectic week and what not. &lt;div&gt;So I figured that I would write a blog and what not before it got really hectic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all know by now that we have a team coming in this week from Alabama I believe. And so they are here for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, friday I met my friends at the metro and went to a picnic at one of their houses. On the way there, Hannah Pulliam asked me if I was ready for Senior Banquet. ( Senior Banquet is the equivilant of prom here.) I told her that I wasn't going and stuff. And to that she said that I, of course, was going to go. I told her then, that I didn't have a dress, ticket or anything. And that I didn't know if I was even invited. So long story short. I'm going to senior banquet this weekend. I have just about the most amazing dress ever, that fits me PERFECTLY, and a ticket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thats my story :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty excited about it. Not going to lie. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, By the way, If you havent heard Panic at the Disco's new cd, Pretty. Odd., you should take a listen. Pretty amazing :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anywho. I don't really have anything else to talk about. So, I'm going to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laterrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-9185597683293644384?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9185597683293644384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=9185597683293644384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/9185597683293644384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/9185597683293644384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2008/05/dress.html' title='The dress.'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-8518099396713584215</id><published>2008-04-11T02:59:00.006-09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:47:24.646-09:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite pictures Part 2 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9VTJT3aJI/AAAAAAAAADo/q_OAuAa_O3Y/s1600-h/IMG_6406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9VTJT3aJI/AAAAAAAAADo/q_OAuAa_O3Y/s320/IMG_6406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187959083159218322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     This was taken in our living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9VTZT3aKI/AAAAAAAAADw/VZuHQXvFW3w/s1600-h/IMG_5488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9VTZT3aKI/AAAAAAAAADw/VZuHQXvFW3w/s320/IMG_5488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187959087454185634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              This is in front of our apartment building &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9VT5T3aLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CCwaZit9kIc/s1600-h/IMG_6683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9VT5T3aLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CCwaZit9kIc/s320/IMG_6683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187959096044120242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         I took this at our party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9VUJT3aMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dgiukkqhzBc/s1600-h/IMG_5368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9VUJT3aMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dgiukkqhzBc/s320/IMG_5368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187959100339087554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          This was taken in, Greece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thessoloniki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9UeJT3aEI/AAAAAAAAADA/m8PKk6_QauQ/s1600-h/IMG_6055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9UeJT3aEI/AAAAAAAAADA/m8PKk6_QauQ/s320/IMG_6055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187958172626151490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    This was taken in our room :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9UeJT3aFI/AAAAAAAAADI/BEF9JqHOyP8/s1600-h/IMG_5339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9UeJT3aFI/AAAAAAAAADI/BEF9JqHOyP8/s320/IMG_5339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187958172626151506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          This was taken in our hallway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9UeZT3aGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0tAhzq_PHfo/s1600-h/IMG_6132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9UeZT3aGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0tAhzq_PHfo/s320/IMG_6132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187958176921118818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              This was taken in our parents room....I gave him a mohawk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9UepT3aHI/AAAAAAAAADY/GdPBWpOobwQ/s1600-h/IMG_5497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9UepT3aHI/AAAAAAAAADY/GdPBWpOobwQ/s320/IMG_5497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187958181216086130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     THis was outside the apartment building. Its a snowman with a bosom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9Ue5T3aII/AAAAAAAAADg/Fb8hf7L3KVY/s1600-h/IMG_6113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9Ue5T3aII/AAAAAAAAADg/Fb8hf7L3KVY/s320/IMG_6113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187958185511053442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                This is my room :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9TeZT3aCI/AAAAAAAAACw/ay9GFuBaQIE/s1600-h/IMG_6655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9TeZT3aCI/AAAAAAAAACw/ay9GFuBaQIE/s320/IMG_6655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187957077409490978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         This picture was taken out our balcony window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9TepT3aDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/d18245o60ss/s1600-h/IMG_6084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9TepT3aDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/d18245o60ss/s320/IMG_6084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187957081704458290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     This was taken in our bathroom :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-8518099396713584215?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8518099396713584215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=8518099396713584215' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/8518099396713584215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/8518099396713584215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-favorite-pictures-part-2.html' title='My favorite pictures Part 2 :)'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9VTJT3aJI/AAAAAAAAADo/q_OAuAa_O3Y/s72-c/IMG_6406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-8890773512052246121</id><published>2008-04-11T02:41:00.006-09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:47:26.169-09:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite pictures Part 1. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So as many of yall know, I love to take pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually looking more and more into photography as my major.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I thought that I would share with you some of my favorite pictures that i've taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9QcJT3Z9I/AAAAAAAAACI/ZR0htfxN80c/s1600-h/5-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9QcJT3Z9I/AAAAAAAAACI/ZR0htfxN80c/s320/5-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187953740219901906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       This was taken in MIddleburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9QcJT3Z-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xj6f3gi-f3s/s1600-h/4-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9QcJT3Z-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xj6f3gi-f3s/s320/4-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187953740219901922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           So was this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9QcZT3Z_I/AAAAAAAAACY/w60lm0j9Xgs/s1600-h/dragonfly-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9QcZT3Z_I/AAAAAAAAACY/w60lm0j9Xgs/s320/dragonfly-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187953744514869234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               This picture was taken in Warm Springs, Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9QcZT3aAI/AAAAAAAAACg/LaxU3OdINTA/s1600-h/IMG_1219-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9QcZT3aAI/AAAAAAAAACg/LaxU3OdINTA/s320/IMG_1219-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187953744514869250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           So was this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9QcpT3aBI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlyadqKBa40/s1600-h/IMG_6699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9QcpT3aBI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlyadqKBa40/s320/IMG_6699.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187953748809836562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9PCpT3Z4I/AAAAAAAAABg/7GSULJt4sX8/s1600-h/club-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9PCpT3Z4I/AAAAAAAAABg/7GSULJt4sX8/s320/club-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187952202621609858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      This picture was taken in MiddleBurg :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9PC5T3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABo/QC0FyurprV4/s1600-h/Slide1-11-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9PC5T3Z5I/AAAAAAAAABo/QC0FyurprV4/s320/Slide1-11-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187952206916577170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               This was taken at Murray Hill Theatre, in Jacksonville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9PC5T3Z6I/AAAAAAAAABw/X2bNUTPj0GM/s1600-h/IMG_6060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9PC5T3Z6I/AAAAAAAAABw/X2bNUTPj0GM/s320/IMG_6060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187952206916577186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  I took this out our kitchen window :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9PDJT3Z7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/4QFcb_R9u6s/s1600-h/IMG_1220-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9PDJT3Z7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/4QFcb_R9u6s/s320/IMG_1220-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187952211211544498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was in Warm Springs, Georgia, at our cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9PDZT3Z8I/AAAAAAAAACA/_RrrMEnWVbc/s1600-h/IMG_1302-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9PDZT3Z8I/AAAAAAAAACA/_RrrMEnWVbc/s320/IMG_1302-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187952215506511810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            ^As was this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-8890773512052246121?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8890773512052246121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=8890773512052246121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/8890773512052246121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/8890773512052246121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-favorite-pictures-part-1.html' title='My favorite pictures Part 1. :)'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_9QcJT3Z9I/AAAAAAAAACI/ZR0htfxN80c/s72-c/5-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-1350259341194604843</id><published>2008-04-08T04:45:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T04:49:44.021-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandma!!</title><content type='html'>So I'm writing this blog solely because it's grandma's birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt; My Grandma, Betty Hodges, is one of my favorite people. She's a bit of a dork, but she's funny, sweet, kind and thoughtful. She's pretty much the reason I started sewing in 3 grade. Which fashion Design is one of my many passions. She goes out of her way to make me happy and to even make my friends happy. Even though she tells really embarrassing stories about me, i love her! She's always been there for me and I really love her a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Grandma!!!&lt;br /&gt;This one's for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-1350259341194604843?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1350259341194604843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=1350259341194604843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/1350259341194604843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/1350259341194604843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-grandma.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandma!!'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-3432375449816244665</id><published>2008-04-03T04:29:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:47:27.141-09:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's been a while....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_TeoNfu2rI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-nuuzr_tpJ0/s1600-h/n887005056_2643281_2968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_TeoNfu2rI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-nuuzr_tpJ0/s320/n887005056_2643281_2968.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185013853409172146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_Teodfu2sI/AAAAAAAAABA/y5_1D2wuRuw/s1600-h/n887005056_2643538_8154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_Teodfu2sI/AAAAAAAAABA/y5_1D2wuRuw/s320/n887005056_2643538_8154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185013857704139458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_Teodfu2tI/AAAAAAAAABI/SgIAt_4DBPU/s1600-h/n887005056_2643274_9575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_Teodfu2tI/AAAAAAAAABI/SgIAt_4DBPU/s320/n887005056_2643274_9575.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185013857704139474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_Teotfu2uI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rQKTkiFadQw/s1600-h/n887005056_2643536_1298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_Teotfu2uI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rQKTkiFadQw/s320/n887005056_2643536_1298.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185013861999106786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_Teotfu2vI/AAAAAAAAABY/kQHva9yZcoE/s1600-h/n887005056_2643559_2722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_Teotfu2vI/AAAAAAAAABY/kQHva9yZcoE/s320/n887005056_2643559_2722.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185013861999106802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, So, I haven’t blogged in a while, but I mean I have perfectly good reasons though! Or maybe not. Well anyways this one will be an update blog :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so actually, allot has been going on here in Mo-Town.&lt;br /&gt;Lets start off with Belle Notte. :) It’s a thing that our choir puts on every year, twice a year. Well as you know, I joined our choir second semster. So I got to be in it this time.:) Well the theme for this Belle Notte, was Top Chef so we were all dressed up like Chefs. It was a really fun time that I had getting to know everyone better and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about two days after Belle Note I turned 16. Yeah, That’s right! :) &lt;br /&gt;I’m getting pretty old ! :) Haha. But yeah. So that was a really good day for me obviously. And then I had to wait two whole weeks for my party :/ but it was definitely worth it in the end. But during those two weeks, I went to a party, ( well most of it, I got really sick), hung out with people and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Easter of course and that was normal ofcourse and then we went to Kiev. While we were there we got to see that Babbs Andddddddd Cameron and Carson! It was a really great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Sooo. I know that you guys all know about my party by now. But I’m stil;l going to talk about it ☺&lt;br /&gt;Well, last Friday, I went home and got ready for everything. Eventually I ran out of things to do So I got kinda bored waiting for everyone to get here.&lt;br /&gt;SO finally we hear the door bell ring and everyone comes in and I thought I was getting a puppy and what not. But it was l;ike my best friend Anna! I cried. Haha. But yeah. We just kinda chilled, ate, and hung out at my party. It was allot of fun :) And I got some cool things and what not. And Anna got to stay all weekend long and that was allot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;So this week is spring break, and Tuesday we went to a water park with the pulliams and what not. And then after that Sarah and I went on a “date” to TGI Fridays :D It was awesome! And then yesterday I had an amazing day walking around ( we got lost a tad bit lol ) with Josh, we finally ended up at starbucks but it took some doing hhaha. But yeah. And today were going to Mega, and so that should be fun :) &lt;br /&gt;It’s spring here, so that kinda puts everyone in a better mood because of the sun shining :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ways. I know this wasn’t the best blog ive written but still. It’s at least a blog. ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I need to go get ready :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-3432375449816244665?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3432375449816244665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=3432375449816244665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/3432375449816244665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/3432375449816244665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-its-been-while.html' title='So it&apos;s been a while....'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R_TeoNfu2rI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-nuuzr_tpJ0/s72-c/n887005056_2643281_2968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-3416989997157032819</id><published>2008-02-06T08:00:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T08:36:59.405-09:00</updated><title type='text'>By Gosh! You have perfect teeth!.....</title><content type='html'>So, as you all know, I'm in a bit of a Beatles stage in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I love them so much, I just do. My favorite song is &lt;blockquote&gt;Hey Jude&lt;/blockquote&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;So, you could imagine how happy I was when &lt;blockquote&gt;Across the Universe&lt;/blockquote&gt;, came out. Its a story set in the 60's about war, love, peace, and what not. But the main character is Jude, a sailor from Liverpool who came to America to find his father. He falls in love with a girl named Lucy, his best friends sister. Now, I wont tell you all that happens, but its amazing. Honestly. And the soundtrack....I cant even begin to explain how amazing it is. They sing 33 beatles songs in the whole movie. &lt;br /&gt;I just thought I would share about the most amazing movie ever :) Thats also were my title came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed how quickly time goes away?&lt;br /&gt;I mean really. Weve already been here for 4 months. And it still seems like we just got here.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really. It seems like just yesterday I was turning 13 and wishing I was 16. And now im 15 and counting down the days until im 16. Its honestly crazy.  I mean as I look over even the past couple years, i realized just how much time ive wasted. In like everything. Ive wasted time worrying about what other people thought of me, ive wasted time acting like an idiot, ive wasted time on the computer, Ive wasted time here by not making friends sooner. I just plain ol wasted time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those were my rants for this week :)&lt;br /&gt;I went to choir today and it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back on friday. Last weekend I went to rachel and rebeccas house after school on friday and then went to the basketball game and then to hannah and jays house. then we went to the next basketball game on sat. They were both really well played and so close. We have two really great teams :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to go do the dishes and what not.&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Gnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-3416989997157032819?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3416989997157032819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=3416989997157032819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/3416989997157032819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/3416989997157032819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2008/02/by-gosh-you-have-perfect-teeth.html' title='By Gosh! You have perfect teeth!.....'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-229878409803927638</id><published>2008-01-06T00:57:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T01:46:48.001-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Греция</title><content type='html'>So here I am, sitting at the computer writing this blog so you all dont have a heart attack :)&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Greece for MKR.&lt;br /&gt;Now before I get all into this let me tell you just how much of a blessing that week(well 5 days) was for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was pumped to go. For several reasons. Once reason was, that im 15 and I'm going to Greece. DO you know how many people back in MIddleburg would KILL to go there at my age? Number 2, I was so stoked to see my friends again. I was lucky enough last march to go to Prague and work as an Intern in the Prague Media Office for almost two months. Then I got to go to the AGM in Poland. Now I got to go to this before I was ever on the field to meet people and what not. So In going to the AGM I got to meet some of the most amazing people in basically the whole world. So, I was totally psyched to get to see my friends again.  Those were my two main reasons for wanting to go. I know, I should have gone wanting to hear from God. But the reality of it was that I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was excited. So the day before we leave im just like on the edge of my seat all day long because we get to go pick up one of my best friends, Anna, up and she was going to stay over that night. So we finally get to go over and pick her up and we just about tackle each other. SO we go and pick up some McDonalds and get home and then we start a movie. We watched Blades of Glory, which I know is an awful movie but its so funny. So the battery runs out on the little dvd player5 so we talk after that. Now were eating chocolate and giggling about boys and what not and we keep deciding that we need to go to sleep because momma was going to wake us up at 5 the next morning...we didnt get to sleep until 3 30 that morning:) So we wake upp and get ready and say by to my momma and daddy. Then get in the car with Kyle and Aunt Leslie and Kiersten to go to the airport. SO Kyle is quoting The Office the whole time.( as usual by the by) and we get to the airport and on the plane. So Anna and I get kinda bored. So I start making up a rap....yes. a rap. :D And well. It was amazing. so then we have like 2 hours left on the plane and we *sleep* hah. and then get on to the bus in Bulgaria.. Now let me tell you, I love the people in Russia. But not enough to be on a bus with them for like idk 7 and a half hours! So that should just sum that part of the trip up right there! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally arrive in Greece and its just absolutely gorgeous. ANd were all excited and we get to the hotel. Now it was a small hotel. But it was cute. And so we get to see some people and were just like alllllll hyper. Lol. And well we get to see some of our friends like Ande and what not. And So we go to dinner and im sitting with Anna and she introduces me to Robert. Now to make this story shorter, he knows someone that I know:) which is basically cool! haha. So then we dont get to see the people from BUS until the next day because they were still traveling. so, The next day our festivities start and i basically tackled one of my friends as soon as I saw him! Carson is one of the coolest, smartest, funniest person ever. and I missed him  immensely. So, then we start worship and I just loved it. And the message was from Stephen Edworthy and it was absolutely amazing. Then we go out to rec.. Now, yall know that I dont do rec type things. But I actually participated and was happy about it! I had a great time. Now, during rec, I started talking to Jacob. (who's a loser by the way) &lt;br /&gt;That was basically how the week went. Well, besides evening worship, small group, prayer group, and Late NIght stuff. And so at free time and what not we would go to star bucks (amazing!!!) and then one day we all went out together to the shopping market and that was insane! I loved that place and we had an amazing time. And so im just going to get on to the last day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So,There was one song in particular that really got to me. The Lyrics were "Savior, He can move the Mountains. My God is mighty to save, He is mighty to save" I dont know why, but that song just stuck out to me allot the whole time. Now, there was also another song that I just would play over and over in my mind. it goes "Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord, You are the everlasting God, The everlasting God, you do not faint you wont grow weary. Your the Defender of the Weak, you comfort those in need." Now, we had sung this song many times and then I really let it sink in. I'll admit it, im having trouble over here. I dont think I even knew I was until I got to Greece. And I heard these songs again, and I just broke down. I know that I always have to be the strong one in my family for my Brother and Sisters sake. I mean what would happen if they saw me cry about Russia? Or what would happen if they heard me say that I hated Russia? I dont complain about what ive given up in front of them, that would just teach them to complain about what they gave up. I dont want them to see me weak. So, I dont cry about that kinda stuff at home. And if I do, i do it while their sleeping. I miss my friends, I miss being able to wear flip flops all year long. I miss being able to listen to a sermon in my own language, or even singing songs in my language. Those have really effected me and I think that everything that I was feeling finally caught up to me. So you know what I did? I cried. It felt good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gained so much in the past week. Honestly. I have the most amazing family ever. My friends are amazing. I already talk to my new friends more than I talk to the ones in Middleburg. I've got some of the closest relationships that you couldnt even imagine with just a couple people that I met this past week. Ive gained allot more knowledge of God. And ive realized why we were there. Sure I have funny stories about playing suck kickball, and being made fun of and what not. But Ive really gained a sense of why things happen and thats its ok, Becasue Jesus will comfoprt me and he's given me friends to do so by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those were my ramblings. Im sorry it was so long. That isnt even half of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Greece. And had the most amazing time ever.&lt;br /&gt;Made some of the most amazing people ever.&lt;br /&gt;And learned more about God.&lt;br /&gt;isnt that cool?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-229878409803927638?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/229878409803927638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=229878409803927638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/229878409803927638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/229878409803927638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='Греция'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-6506900257478650466</id><published>2007-12-23T09:48:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:47:28.127-09:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R26xFaNZ68I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qC-79tWR2PY/s1600-h/n887005056_1883859_4324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R26xFaNZ68I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qC-79tWR2PY/s320/n887005056_1883859_4324.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147246130624064450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R26w6KNZ64I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4vc1X4WGu0s/s1600-h/n887005056_1890686_6198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R26w6KNZ64I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4vc1X4WGu0s/s320/n887005056_1890686_6198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147245937350536066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R26w6KNZ65I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QbYLeFw7p0s/s1600-h/n887005056_1851010_1051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R26w6KNZ65I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QbYLeFw7p0s/s320/n887005056_1851010_1051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147245937350536082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R26w6aNZ66I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lgGT29CtFcU/s1600-h/n887005056_1851011_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R26w6aNZ66I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lgGT29CtFcU/s320/n887005056_1851011_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147245941645503394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R26w6aNZ67I/AAAAAAAAAAk/8tWksTHEyqE/s1600-h/n887005056_1851012_1513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R26w6aNZ67I/AAAAAAAAAAk/8tWksTHEyqE/s320/n887005056_1851012_1513.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147245941645503410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not allot of things have been going on lately.&lt;br /&gt;But I decided to write a blog so people at home wont get to mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;by the way Grandpa, if your reading this, the only thing I want for christmas from you is to get your act together:)&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Life here is basically normal.&lt;br /&gt;and nothing really life shattering or anything going on.&lt;br /&gt;well besides that tomorrow is christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;wooh!&lt;br /&gt;all Is good here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt; I think that ill post some pictures and what not and that'll be it.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a merry christmas yall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-6506900257478650466?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6506900257478650466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=6506900257478650466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/6506900257478650466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/6506900257478650466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2007/12/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BFipdBldYbo/R26xFaNZ68I/AAAAAAAAAAs/qC-79tWR2PY/s72-c/n887005056_1883859_4324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-866837638535346507</id><published>2007-11-20T09:30:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T09:32:11.967-09:00</updated><title type='text'>अह्ह्ह.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You break the glass, try to hide your face &lt;br /&gt;Recorded lines that just will not erase &lt;br /&gt;And buried in your loss of innocence &lt;br /&gt;You wonder if you’ll find it again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I there for the worst of all your pain? &lt;br /&gt;And was I there when your blue skies ran away? &lt;br /&gt;Was I there when the rains were flooding you off your feet? &lt;br /&gt;Those were My tears falling down for you, falling down for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the One that you’ve been looking for &lt;br /&gt;I’m the One that you’ve been waiting for &lt;br /&gt;I’ve had My eyes on you ever since you were born &lt;br /&gt;I will love you after the rain falls down &lt;br /&gt;I will love you after the sun goes out &lt;br /&gt;I’ll have My eyes on you after the world is no more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I arrange the light of your first day? &lt;br /&gt;Did I create the rhythm your heart makes? &lt;br /&gt;Could you believe when your candle starts to fade? &lt;br /&gt;I want to be the One that you believe &lt;br /&gt;Could take it all away, take your heart away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t My life a clear sign since I have crossed over this chasm &lt;br /&gt;To fill the space between Me and you? &lt;br /&gt;And I will do it all over again &lt;br /&gt;Just look for Me, just wait for Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One you’ve been looking for &lt;br /&gt;The One you’ve been waiting for &lt;br /&gt;You won’t have to look anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really havent felt like blogging lately, so I havent. And now I am,&lt;br /&gt;It's been an interesting couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;We had our retreat. And the moment we walked outside, it started snowing.... Of course. Because why wouldnt it really?&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked foreverrrrrrrrrrr. And I had just gotten new boots and my sock on my right foot started to come down and so while I was walking it started rubbing up against my foot. And so I had a huge blister on my foot.&lt;br /&gt;So we get there and what not and well....Idk. It was an interesting place. :D So we get into our room and we watch a movie and then go to dinner and then we play capture the flag...Now Im not at all athletic but I played anyways. So I was the jailor person so I didnt have to run around or anything.&lt;br /&gt;there was also a couple there that were missionaries in Japan. They brought american goodies :D And we all had like door prizes and what not. And the teenagers got to pick c.d's  and so the first one I got was Family Force 5 :D the second was Rush of Fools the third was Disciple.&lt;br /&gt;Now I love disciple. Dad took me to their concert2 years ago and I almost fainted (like 1930's style fainted.) And I didnt even know that they had a new album out. So I got it and put it in. Now disciple is like hardcore. Like real hardcore, screaming and what not. So imagine my surprise when i listen to one of the songs and it was all calm. Now on this c.d. there are 4 acoustic tracks and 2 songs with no screaming. The song that is in the beginning of the blog is my favorite disciple song in the whole world. Its gorgeous. ahdkjgf. I love it so much. It has ana amazing message and what not.(it doesnt hurt that Kevin Young's voice is amazing either) And every song on the album has scripture to back it up. Its so interesting to look at it and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my foot had been hurting all through the retreat and what and so I get home it isnt hurting as badly. So yesterday I went to the store and what not and its a good mile there and so I walked 2 miles. When I get home my foot hurt like nothing ive ever experianced and started hurting when I walked on it. Then this morning, It hurt even more than yesterday and It just keeps hurting and its a little swollen on the back of my foot. Hopefully I dont have an infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,I really dont miss Florida at all. I miss people from Florida, but not florida it'self. But today I really miss a couple of my really good friends. Kory Alliton, Rob Fredrick, Brent Quinn.(Grandma, grandpa,aunt angie, uncle raligh too) But Ive exspecially missed them today. I dont really know why. But I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, so, I must have signs on my forhead that say, "Sure, I know where I'm going, ask me for directions" and "Go ahead Russia Guy, Make googly eyes at me." Because when I go out thats basically what happens lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Ive learned that I have a knack for languages. My mom and dad didnt know that I can actually speak Russian (because I dont like to speak it in our house) But i can basically read anything in Russian. No, im really not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I dont have all that much to say anymore&lt;br /&gt;So, comment please.&lt;br /&gt;And have a Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-866837638535346507?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/866837638535346507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=866837638535346507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/866837638535346507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/866837638535346507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='अह्ह्ह.'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-4965515549660369458</id><published>2007-10-22T01:21:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T01:24:35.905-09:00</updated><title type='text'>We are not afraid, although we know there's much to fear.</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;So there hasn’t been a really good chance for me to really blog on here so, I’m going to make up for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I guess I’ll start with this past week.&lt;br /&gt; Well, we went to Red Square one day this week and that was cool. (it didn’t have an impact on me though like it did mom and dad) After that we went into the big mall…….. Oh my word. It was amazing. I wanted to go into every single store and buy everything. In one of the store windows, they were playing a collection from some designer from Moscow Fashion Week (which was last week). It was awesome.:D&lt;br /&gt;That same day, on the metro, there was a guy (around 17 or 18) that was in front of me. He looked back at me, then as soon as I saw him he turned his head so fast and then a couple seconds later he did it again. He kept doing this a couple more times before he got off the metro. It was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah, has been learning about Egypt last week in History. So we watched an old favorite movie of ours, The Prince of Egypt. I had forgotten how much I had loved this movie. The music just moves you and everything. And then John went to a sleepover, so Mom, Dad, Han, and I watched The Mummy and The Mummy returns. Two movies that I had also forgotten were so amazing. (and of course its during like my favorite time period and Brendan Fraser is SO cute:D )  So that was a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am having a hard time sleeping here. I don’t really know why. I have figured out that when something great or anything happens, I remember every single thing about it. I remember what clothes people had on, how their hair was and etc.. So every single night, I have dreams about things that have happened in the last couple months. Like every thing that Tanner has ever said to me, I can remember and it just plays over and over in my mind. So im thinking that’s why im having trouble sleeping. I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss some people. Like, L and A. I really miss those crazy little kids.&lt;br /&gt;Like on the last day were L told me to call Tanner a Duck instead of a  Dork. :D Or when she called out for the whole world to hear that Tanner was a silly Goosey Head and that She didn’t like him, she just liked me.  Those were really fun times. Or like when I taught her how to get to Russia. :D.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss tanner. I haven’t talked to him since we left, because he’s in Florida with no internet access ☹ I really miss all my books. Since being here, Ive re-read Hp6 and HP2 over and over and over a million times.&lt;br /&gt; I don’t know I just miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair! I think its pretty cute :D &lt;br /&gt;Also, I have around 57 days until I go to Greece! Im crazy excited! Not only because im 15 and going to Greece, but that I get to see a bunch of my friends again!!!! WOOOOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been watching allot of The West Wing. Let me just say, I love Aaron Sorkin’s writing. It’s amazing. Some of the quotes are just like wow.&lt;br /&gt;Like, heres an example- Josh- You know, if you were in a car accident, I wouldn’t stop for a beer.&lt;br /&gt;(in reply) Donna- If you were in a car accident, I wouldn’t stop for a red light.  Isnt that sweet? Ugh. Almost as cute as stuff Tanner says but not quite :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some things I want you all to pray about( I know sb is getting deep over here). First, to live in Russia, I need to know how to speak Russian (Duh), so the imb is considering putting me into Hinkson. Here’s the thing, I don’t want to go to Hinkson. I am horrible in school, its just a fact, im not stupid or anything, im just really bad at school. But since being home schooled, I get a’s and b’s easily. And Hinkson, on the other hand, Is a really hard school. I just know that I would not be able to pass Russian If I went there. And plus, I like being home schooled. So just pray about that. Second, Pray for Stephen M. He gets here tomorrow and im really excited about it! Also, pray for our family. Being together all the time is not easy. Most times everyone is annoyed with everyone else. It’s just hard altogether. &lt;br /&gt;You all have asked my mom and dad about what you can send us. Now idk if they have said don’t send anything yet. But heres the stuff I would  request from you all.&lt;br /&gt;• MAGAZINES!!&lt;br /&gt; •Coloring Books!&lt;br /&gt;• C.D’s ( Anberlin, FF5, VeggieTales, Emery)&lt;br /&gt;•Dove Soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must go. I have to write some stuff  on a big poster for my room :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave me comments on here. Its feels like no one reads these things.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-4965515549660369458?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4965515549660369458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=4965515549660369458' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/4965515549660369458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/4965515549660369458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-are-not-afraid-although-we-know.html' title='We are not afraid, although we know there&apos;s much to fear.'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-5920091231777741975</id><published>2007-10-11T23:16:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:36:46.110-09:00</updated><title type='text'>No, Im not dead.</title><content type='html'>Well, I havnt blogged in a while and I actually finished my school pretty early today.&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Well all things considered, ive had kind of a crazy week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;I move across the world, get a sinus infection in the process, I got laughed at by two gay german guys for being to short to reach the overhead thing on the plane, Went to one of my really close friends sweet 16, met a bunch of kids, decorated my room, and did I mention I moved across the world...?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love Russia. Im an independent person so I like walking around and taking the metro and what not.&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a ton of time so, lets just say im fitting in pretty fast. I went to sarah's sweet 16 and met all her friends. They all go to the christian academy so I met all of them and I was invited to go to this party tonight with her and what not then im sleeping over.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I love it here.&lt;br /&gt;Its so cold though.&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;Dad needs the internet so I must go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and If your wondering what I might want for christmas, birthdays, whatever. I woulld like money. Im saving up for a trip from here to South asia, to the middle east, then im going to macedonia(yes the one in the bible) to see all my friends in each region :D&lt;br /&gt;so Thats what I would like.&lt;br /&gt;;D just a heads up&lt;br /&gt;so yes I really need to go and what not.&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-5920091231777741975?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5920091231777741975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=5920091231777741975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/5920091231777741975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/5920091231777741975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-im-not-dead.html' title='No, Im not dead.'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-6902345769741894823</id><published>2007-09-29T16:42:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T17:34:02.341-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping, fingers,and Romeo&amp; Juliet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Were three days away from being in another country.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to say but I don't really know how to summerize it all.&lt;br /&gt;FPO, is a great place, but at some times can be awful.&lt;br /&gt;We go to school from 9-3, go home, then go to dinner at 5, then spent most nights with the rest of my class.&lt;br /&gt;I have made some of the best friends of my life here.&lt;br /&gt;I've had the rare abillity to have another 15 year old girl here. We have become amazing friends and im really going to miss her allot.&lt;br /&gt;I have an amazing boyfriend who would give up all his fingers just to date me. who I have to say goodbye to in three days.&lt;br /&gt;I have had some crazy times here. that I have to give up in three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;So what am I taking away from this?&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a new tooth.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing friends.&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual Depth.&lt;br /&gt;And Aunts and Uncles that really like to make life interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;&lt;B&gt;So are you excited about this move?&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;Scared? Yeah. But excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now for stories.&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night tanner was supposed to come to my quad and watch a movie with me at 7. So i was sitting out there with the computer and it gets to 7....then to 8....and so I guess that he just isnt going to come. Just then Aunt Melissa and Mom bust in the door. They told me that tanner didnt stand me up, but that he was at the hospital getting stitches....So im just like "AWWW BLESS HIS LITTLE HEART!" but they tell me he got cut on his finger to the bone and was there getting stitches. so I went to my room and then they announce that I have a phone call from Tanner Buford. Sooo I ran and answered it and he tells me he needed to call because he didnt want me to think he stood me up. And then he told me that they were playing a movie over in his quad if I wanted to come. So dad walked me over there (Because it was 9 and he had to go over there) And he told Tanner that if he was going to date his daughter, that he was going to take the other 9 fingers. And then tanner held up both of his hands and said "Well then, here you go sir!"&lt;br /&gt;It was really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, AR and I were walking and she thought that she saw a preying mantis.....But then she bent down and it was two bugs....Yeah. So then we keep walking. Then two minutes later we walk back and someone had squished them... So we named them Romeo and Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after Laser Tag, AR told me that I had to go shopping with them, because they needed dresses for the commissioning service and told me that I was fashion so I had to help them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many more stories but im very tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So tomorrow Grandma and Grandpa are coming!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOH!&lt;br /&gt;Im so excited about it too.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for everyone to meet them:D&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I actually need to clean my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, goodnight:D&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-6902345769741894823?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6902345769741894823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=6902345769741894823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/6902345769741894823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/6902345769741894823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2007/09/shopping-fingersand-romeo-juliet.html' title='Shopping, fingers,and Romeo&amp; Juliet.'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-1054106310173211149</id><published>2007-09-21T10:26:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:02:35.407-09:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont got no beef's i don't got no squaks.</title><content type='html'>Previet!&lt;br /&gt;Hola!&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour!&lt;br /&gt;Hallo!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;Stravo!&lt;br /&gt;Oh Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that since I hardly wrote anything last time that I would write a blog today sine I have allot of time before dinner now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I love it here. Don't get me wrong now ok? I adore it here. But its not home. And it also brings on allot of stress. Expecially since im the oldest kid here. So, if you know me, you know that I love the 30s, 40s, 50s and that whole era. So, as a stress releiver, I listen to Bing Crosby's christmas album. I know, it sounds stupid. But think about it, christmas makes me happy and so does that time period. So why not combine them both?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. So, the other day mom came in and I was belting out White Christmas :D&lt;br /&gt;So theres a little bit of a sb story for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you should never let my class get bored. And here's why. If they don't have anything to do, they start thinking. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Not to good at all. So, I told you all that a couple weeks ago, Tanner was dubbed Dirt King. (He said that he wanted to be dirt so he could be everywhere) Then, I was dubbed (Before we started dating by the way) The Dirt Queen. So yesterday, they decide that they are just really bored and now to make a long long long story kinda short. I'm married, i have like a million kids, a high counselor, a jester and idk what else. But I am still queen. But yeah. This is the reason you dont let my class get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have a little kid magnet or something. because all these little kids just come to me all the time. &lt;br /&gt;Like i have a litte fan club or something. Actually Tanny, (The name that Ellie and Lanie call tanner: D) and I have fan clubs. Kids really do just follow us around. ( Just like uncle Rymond!!) I think it's because i'm cool......Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a whole lot to say right now because my tummy hurts and im kinda tired. so tomorrow whenever I get home i'll write another blog! Oh and im posting pictures tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-1054106310173211149?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1054106310173211149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=1054106310173211149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/1054106310173211149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/1054106310173211149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-got-no-beefs-i-dont-got-no.html' title='I dont got no beef&apos;s i don&apos;t got no squaks.'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-8373655303139024926</id><published>2007-09-14T15:01:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T15:14:01.717-09:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>Hello all!&lt;br /&gt;I come to you right now, one because im convicted about not writing lately. and two because i should actually write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hello.&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from our washington trip, and lets just say.... it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since the last time I wrote, allot has happened.&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Yes a boyfriend. A great boyfriend of whom my parents both approve of. :)&lt;br /&gt;By the name of Tanner:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and were doing a project in school and what not where we do a video and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, my mind is a little jumbled right now so just bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;AR and I have just about combined minds and we rule the school.... haha. not really.&lt;br /&gt;Salsa dancing is getting so cool now.&lt;br /&gt;and now i get to dance with tanner :)&lt;br /&gt;yay me!&lt;br /&gt;ok well i have food calling me and then sleep. so I will write a better blog tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Nighty Tighty!&lt;br /&gt;OHH! I forgot! Tomorrow is the FLorida Tennesee game!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yay!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIM TEBOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-8373655303139024926?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8373655303139024926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=8373655303139024926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/8373655303139024926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/8373655303139024926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-6778947160127181790</id><published>2007-09-05T16:10:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T16:25:50.544-09:00</updated><title type='text'>DO YOU WANT TO GO OUT? of the door....yeah....do you want to go out of the door......</title><content type='html'>Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, usually i have a really long and in depth blog. But not today.&lt;br /&gt;Im very tired and its already 9 10.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a whole lot has happened in the past couple of days.... well actually allot has but still.&lt;br /&gt;This week is security week. and to make sure that the kids do not see what is going on, we stay at school until 5. no im serious.&lt;br /&gt;and so we watch movies aeverydaay after school. monday was the princess bride ( you havent really seen it without hearing tanners commentary). Yesterday was high school musical and tanner and i danced..yes two of the oldest kids were dancing. and today was some weird movie anbout cheetahs. none the less tanner and i spent the whole movie laughing at it and what not. it was a good ole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got our hiv tests and i got extra blood taken..... lets just say that i have my mommys veins and they didnt not want there blood out of them so im in a little pain. although the lewis' were there and we all went to lunch after that at chick fil a/&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;the missionary mafia...&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day, we were all at lunch and tanner said "sb your dad looks like hes in the mafia." dad heard that....&lt;br /&gt;not a wise thing.&lt;br /&gt;So to make a long long longggggg story very short.&lt;br /&gt;my dad is the head of the missionary mafia. and tanner, lee, and hugh are in his mafia.... they think he's cool for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have a sign on my forehead that says LITTLE KIDS COME TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;Because honestly, every single little kid is like in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;so crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, were learning some awesome stuff in salsa lately.&lt;br /&gt;stephen always picks me to help demonstrate and what not and if i have a partner i dont really care for, he lets the mrotate faster:)&lt;br /&gt;Its awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to hear the story of my headline, you should ask mom or dad.&lt;br /&gt;i wont list it on here.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh before i forget, i dyed my hair!&lt;br /&gt;yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well i need to sleep really allot so goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-6778947160127181790?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-5342923971841039776</id><published>2007-08-28T11:48:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T11:53:52.420-09:00</updated><title type='text'>no mom, iths a like thing. love isth a sthrong word.</title><content type='html'>So im not going into details about the title this time :)&lt;br /&gt;im still numb and not really talking all that well&lt;br /&gt;this will be significantly shorter than the rest.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to tell you all that my root canal went great.&lt;br /&gt;the doctor i had was really nice&lt;br /&gt;I dont really have the feeling back in my face yet.&lt;br /&gt;but im slowly getting it back.&lt;br /&gt;it made me really tired though.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;TOmorrow I have devotions then im going to come back and sleep some more.&lt;br /&gt;as i start to un numb and what not im in a little bit of pain.&lt;br /&gt;so thank you all for praying for me:)&lt;br /&gt;it means allot.i couldnt have done it without yall&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-5342923971841039776?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5342923971841039776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=5342923971841039776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/5342923971841039776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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watching high school musical 2 in the other room and getting ready to sleep so i thought I would blog.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I've had quite a day today.&lt;br /&gt;First I went over to larissa's and found everyone there and we started on our service project.&lt;br /&gt;We have to all do a service project for school and so we are all going to clean the great rooms of quads.&lt;br /&gt;So we had to go and make fliers and everything and we put them up and went to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the library and went on the computers for a while then anna rose and I went to put the rest of the fliers up and talked about stuff then went back to her quad for popcicles.&lt;br /&gt;We ended up staying there for a long time and having popcorn and talking and painting our nails and going to tanners quad.&lt;br /&gt;and then to the computer lab and playing on it and what not.&lt;br /&gt;Then we (tanner davis and I) went to the library because the internet is faster in there and what not.&lt;br /&gt;Then they went to dinner and I came back here to babysit:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was gone since 9 this morning and got back at 5 15.&lt;br /&gt;It was allot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;I love the people here allot.&lt;br /&gt;Oh as for my title, the computers in the computer lab are really slow and so i was on paint in there and tanner was sitting next to me and was looking at my picture and he said that my cloud looked like a flower.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;he was making fun of me and his daddy got onto him:)&lt;br /&gt;it was hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;I think if you all knew tanner you would love him.&lt;br /&gt;He;s really funny and has a big heart.&lt;br /&gt;It was great to spend a whole day with him:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i have salsa dancing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;No grandma im not going to be dancing in salsa persay.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my arms are really killing me because of the shots yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So I must bid you good night:)&lt;br /&gt;Oh I fixed it so that you could comment on my blog now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-7664369932344103852?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7664369932344103852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=7664369932344103852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/7664369932344103852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/7664369932344103852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-pretty-sure-that-doesnt-look-like.html' title='im pretty sure that doesnt look like a cloud sb....'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-8918545107116348485</id><published>2007-08-25T03:46:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T04:02:43.119-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Detective Schwartz DID go all mashugina.</title><content type='html'>So I come to you this fine saturday morning in pain.&lt;br /&gt;No, not mental pain.&lt;br /&gt;Not spiritual pain.&lt;br /&gt;Physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;We all had shots yesterday.....&lt;br /&gt;and well, everyone kept telling me that its going to be fine as long as my arms arent tense.&lt;br /&gt;Now, im like my daddy. I hate needles.like allot.&lt;br /&gt;So I get in the chair after mommy (who was like just poke me already.) And my arms kept getting tense. So they made them all, not tense and then at the last second i saw one of the needles for my right arm and i got tense right as they put the needle in.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. I mean it really hurt. Plus, they didnt give me the bandaids I wanted. I mean if your going to stick me with a needle, you should at least give me the kind of band aid I want.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, the brightside to this was that we got out of school 30 minutes after lunch! And so when we got back to the class room we watched the christian rock music videos mrs. keri got for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to last night.&lt;br /&gt;So my whole class is like in love with Hannah Montana. And my family has every episode..&lt;br /&gt;So last night a bunch of teenagers all came to our quad and we set up a projector, bought allot of pizza, and watched hannah montana all night!&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;My momma didnt beleive me when I said tanner knew all the songs and does dances to them...&lt;br /&gt;And well, she laughed at him all night.&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of their moms came and everything. It was really a perfect ending to a crappy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when everyone went home and stuff, i took my iPod and went outside to swing and move my arms ya know?&lt;br /&gt;And A couple minutes later my special friend A (for saftey procautions) came outside and was swinging with me!&lt;br /&gt;When all of the classes get together, A is always in my group. She's only five and she just about tackles me eerytime I see her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Im going to eat some pizza for breakfast and then hang with my friends later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-8918545107116348485?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8918545107116348485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=8918545107116348485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/8918545107116348485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/8918545107116348485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2007/08/detective-schwartz-did-go-all-mashugina.html' title='Detective Schwartz DID go all mashugina.'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-4570358664072111429</id><published>2007-08-22T13:56:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T14:11:17.600-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are you going to such a scary place?</title><content type='html'>So the title of my blog is interesting..&lt;br /&gt;But heres how it came to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, we watched hsm2.&lt;br /&gt;and there was this one part that was mega cheesey.&lt;br /&gt;no i mean like cheesier than macaroni and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;and i just about died laughing at it with aunt karen and aunt marci.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;The other night we had a HUGE storm and i couldnt sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;So i made up new lyrics for the song to go with FPO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one line says "All on my own its such a scary place."&lt;br /&gt;and so then came the "Why are you going to such a scarey place?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.&lt;br /&gt;Today was interesting...&lt;br /&gt;We had special lunch today...... yay.&lt;br /&gt;It was middle east food.....................&lt;br /&gt;yes. im serious.&lt;br /&gt;and so im not really a big meat eater, and everyone is already nervous about it and what not and we get in there and its meatballs....&lt;br /&gt;not just any meat balls though.&lt;br /&gt;lamb kabobs..&lt;br /&gt;yes. and so we are learning how not to make faces at what is given to us if it is gross..&lt;br /&gt;well i took a small small small bite of the meatball. and I almost throw up.&lt;br /&gt;not like wow i feel like im going to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;Like I could feel it coming up you know and I couldnt swallow it.&lt;br /&gt;I just couldnt.&lt;br /&gt;i tired and that made me feel like im going to throw up even more.&lt;br /&gt;So the guy asks me how  it is and i kinda nod and smile half heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;(still focusing on not throwing up since im thinking that would be along the lines of offending people)&lt;br /&gt;and so tanner is across from me laughing because by then my whole face was red and i was still trying to swallow it.&lt;br /&gt;well then he asks me "whats wrong? dont you have meat balls on your spagetti?"&lt;br /&gt;and I said that i didnt really eat allot of meat.( by the way for this reason thank you)&lt;br /&gt;and so i ate bread the rest of the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were starting to get into some really cool stuff in salsa dancing now.&lt;br /&gt;i mean really cool!&lt;br /&gt;and so im getting pretty good at it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday night, my whole class is coming over to my quad and were setting up the projector and watching hannah montana and having pizza!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Our class is all obsessed with hannah montana and with actual food so its going to be a good night then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i should probably get going and what not and finish my book report..&lt;br /&gt;So goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh By the way.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video of the song i was talking about earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DD8XqHUdi-4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DD8XqHUdi-4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-4570358664072111429?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4570358664072111429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=4570358664072111429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/4570358664072111429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/4570358664072111429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-are-you-going-to-such-scary-place.html' title='Why are you going to such a scary place?'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-4149499546066339135</id><published>2007-08-18T09:51:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T10:17:23.550-09:00</updated><title type='text'>The tale of Rock CLimbing, the abominable snowman, peppermint people, and high school musical!</title><content type='html'>So I havent been on here for a couple of days and so i thought that I would at least come here and talk for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I have mentioned in the previous blogs, I am taking Salsa dancing lessons.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am aware that I am Southern Baptist, but hey.&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday was our last lesson for the week because everyone had stuff to do this week, and so stephen showed us what we were going to be doing the next time.&lt;br /&gt;now let me tell you, that was my 4th lesson, and so i was pretty good by then.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, were doing some really cool stuff tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on to some other things.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we are requiered to make the walk from here to the road, now its a three mile walk.&lt;br /&gt;So wednesday night, aunt karen, melanie, and rachel and I all walked together and completed it. (then we drove to starbucks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday our class went rock climbing...&lt;br /&gt;Now, im really not althetic. At all. I cant even walk a straight line.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we went rock climbing and i am really scared of heights and so i tried to climb up one and I got almost halfway. And I felt like I was going to throw up... So I asked the lady to let me come down, and so i got down and then well almost fainted (who faints anymore? seriously) and she told me i should sit down because i was really pale.&lt;br /&gt;So I tried another one a little bit later and got to the top of it and then tried another one because tanner said I had to do one more lol, and didnt get to the top but almost.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, you can tell im not the rock climbing type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had real food and allot of fun with a couple of familys.&lt;br /&gt;the teenagers played phase ten( we never finished because we were laughing to much)&lt;br /&gt;were we shared storys and some how a story about my dream of the peppermint people came out and well there were tears shed...&lt;br /&gt;It was a really fun night until i went to bed with a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i woke up tp flowers and a card( of the abominable snowman) from aunt karen since I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;It really made my whole day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONIGHT IS THE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 2 PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOH!&lt;br /&gt;Im very excited and have been resting up all day long to be able to go to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many interesting stories to tell, and they shall come up another day.:)&lt;br /&gt;Although I must say, Im going to take yoga this thursday! and salsa dancing tomorrow night!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must go and let my dad have his computer back:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-4149499546066339135?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4149499546066339135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=4149499546066339135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/4149499546066339135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/4149499546066339135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2007/08/tale-of-rock-climbing-abominable.html' title='The tale of Rock CLimbing, the abominable snowman, peppermint people, and high school musical!'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-7238704855439666163</id><published>2007-08-11T10:45:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T11:08:53.206-09:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Is my imagination running away&lt;br /&gt;Or is all this really happening to me&lt;br /&gt;Am I a prince in a far away land filled with fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is reality and what are the actions that will define who I am?&lt;br /&gt;I am holding onto the visions I've seen of what I could be&lt;br /&gt;It's what I should be - Kutless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I love Kutless allot but this has to be my favorite song ever that they have done:)&lt;br /&gt;Its really an amazing song and makes you reflect allot on your own life. &lt;br /&gt;And that's something you must do to survive as a 'TCK' according to my teacher:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes.&lt;br /&gt;On to last night!&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't know, there is going to be a guy on our team named Stephen and he is a salsa dancer instructor person.&lt;br /&gt;So last night momma tells me that hes going to have salsa dancing classes in the cafeteria at 8:30 and that i should go.&lt;br /&gt;So last night I called Anna Rose and we went to the salsa dancing lesson.&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, i cant walk without tripping.. and I have no rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;so, this might tell you how good of a teacher he is.&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T STEP ON ANY ONES FEET OR FALL OR TRIP!&lt;br /&gt;i was very excited.&lt;br /&gt;When we went to get into pairs it was Anna Rose and I and the guy part you have to put his hand on the girls shoulder bone.&lt;br /&gt;So Anna Rose did and i say really quietly "Why hello Anna rose"&lt;br /&gt;and we just bust out giggling the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;It was honestly SO much fun.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for the next time we all meet and finish lessons:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that really is it for right now. I'm going to go back to the quad and sleep:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good day all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and go check out aunt Karen's blog.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.kareninmacedonia.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;OH and Grandpa, if you want to come over to Moscow and take care of that boy, your more than glad too:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-7238704855439666163?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7238704855439666163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=7238704855439666163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/7238704855439666163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/7238704855439666163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-223783969328191251</id><published>2007-08-10T14:40:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T14:58:40.285-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Just go up to a boy and hit him</title><content type='html'>Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Those are the words of Rebecca Tarleton.&lt;br /&gt;Today was interesting to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;I found out some stuff today that really ticked me off and what not (haveing to do with a certain boy. Ask mommy or daddy, I dont want to tell the story again), And Rebecca told me to just go hit a boy and I would feel better...&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;thats what friends are for right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, its been very interesting here. Ive met some really hysterical people and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Ive learned that I'm not good at all at sprout ball (thanks to lee I might add).&lt;br /&gt;I have met some real cool people as well, like Lee with his missisippi accent and Anna Rose who is so funny and just a bunch of great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't really have much more to say now and so I might as well go instead of blabber.&lt;br /&gt;And im gonig to go get ready for my Salsa dancing lessons:)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so goodnight:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-223783969328191251?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/223783969328191251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-5199378539635568139</id><published>2007-08-07T03:47:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T04:03:31.267-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Niblets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="green"&gt;Hey yall.&lt;br /&gt;So right now im in a meeting for medical type things.:/ blah.&lt;br /&gt;but theres wireless in the building so im using dads computer.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness because i just cannot use a pc.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Ive met allot of people so far.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is pretty cool:)&lt;br /&gt;and what not.&lt;br /&gt;i miss allot of my friends though.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca and her family are in our quad...right across from us so im excited.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;im pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;although, i homeschooled so i wouldnt have to get up this early, and I got up this morning at 6 15....&lt;br /&gt;yeah I know.&lt;br /&gt;But i have my own room..&lt;br /&gt;and my own bed!&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooh!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;and my own closet&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy and mr matt are being well......&lt;br /&gt;you know.&lt;br /&gt;and mommas getting on to them..&lt;br /&gt;so its a normal day.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;i really like it here.&lt;br /&gt;now that people are here of course.&lt;br /&gt;so yep.&lt;br /&gt;i like the grounds but its really hott here.&lt;br /&gt;ive seen some cute guys..&lt;br /&gt;just saying..&lt;br /&gt;well i dont really have all that much to say now.&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;br /&gt;oh i like sam.&lt;br /&gt;he's my newbest friend here.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;hes mr matt and mrs tara's  little baby:)&lt;br /&gt;Who likes to play with my nose.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i like them.&lt;br /&gt;he isnt nearly as scary as he sounds on the phone,&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;well yeah now im going to go because I have nothing else to say now.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;Good day, I said good day!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-5199378539635568139?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5199378539635568139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=5199378539635568139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/5199378539635568139'/><link rel='self' 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I love Hannah Montana. Miley Cyrus has sold more albums than kelley Clarkson already.&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show that you don't have to dress like a hoe or act like an idiot to be great.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to Plus one allot the past couple days.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be like in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;But a couple of the songs are really amazing (since there are just tree of them now:])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy hurt her back:(&lt;br /&gt;i hope she feels better for her birthday tomorrow:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im pretty allergic to something in this house.&lt;br /&gt;so im kinda glad to get out of here just so im not all red and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im doing a project for school.&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard lol.&lt;br /&gt;I have to make a family tree of the Greek gods and Heroes and what not.&lt;br /&gt;all im going to say is, Zeus needs to keep his toga on.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;There are about a million kids that are zeus' and only 2 are the ones with his wife..&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;so thats the difficult part.&lt;br /&gt; there are a million of them and my book is really really really dry.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;oh well I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im kinda done for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Heres the lyrics for a Plus one song:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bare, naked and bare is how I came&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be leaving just the same&lt;br /&gt;So why be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Yeah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I'm a poor man&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the road&lt;br /&gt;The straight and narrow&lt;br /&gt;is leading me to gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space, the second floor of outer space&lt;br /&gt;Where all infinity awaits&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;To a better place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a poor man&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the road&lt;br /&gt;The straight and narrow is leading me to gold&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a rich man&lt;br /&gt;walking down the road&lt;br /&gt;The straight and narrow is leading me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Life ever lasting&lt;br /&gt;All I can see is life ever lasting [1x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I'm a poor man&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the road&lt;br /&gt;The straight and narrow is&lt;br /&gt;leading me to gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Life ever lasting&lt;br /&gt;All I can see is&lt;br /&gt;Life ever lasting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-7540522548842223681?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7540522548842223681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=7540522548842223681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/7540522548842223681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/7540522548842223681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2007/08/detective-schwartz-is-going-to-get-all.html' title='Detective schwartz is going to get all Mashugina.'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-9105566628353346332</id><published>2007-07-30T13:02:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:32:32.216-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Maryland.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;WARNING THIS BLOG WILL BE EXTREMLY RANDOM&lt;/BIG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say.&lt;br /&gt;Im Tired.&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you know I sleep allot. Like allot allot.&lt;br /&gt;But I havnt slept allot lately. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've listened to allot of brandon heath.&lt;br /&gt;I really love his new song 'I'm not who I was'.&lt;br /&gt;It's really gorgeous:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Maryland is allot different from Florida..... For instance.&lt;br /&gt;People stare at my mommy and I when we talk.. and people put salt on their fried chicken and there isnt sweet tea.&lt;br /&gt;It's just weird.&lt;br /&gt;So last night mom dad and I went to see Harry potter and the order of the phoenix. (although I had already seen it:D) &lt;br /&gt;It's really good. :D although I think everything harry potter is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were about a week from going to ILC! I'm insanely psyched about it!&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to see rebecca and rachel and everyone again!&lt;br /&gt;it also means im two months and a week from seeing other friends of mine:)&lt;br /&gt;wooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, im pretty random. And everyone knows that.&lt;br /&gt;but this confirmed my randomness.Thanks Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Your headline is like so overly random it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;It makes my head hurt.&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;(by the way I'm holding my fingers up in the shape or Ws and my mouth is shaped like an O right now. Just like you taught me.)&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Now you know how my life is:)&lt;br /&gt;Many of you have probably heard from my mom or dad about the airport the other morning...&lt;br /&gt;it makes me mad.&lt;br /&gt;sure send the missionaries for screening for EXPLOSIVES.&lt;br /&gt;I cant walk a straight line, much less have a long drawn out plan for blowing something up.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking of writing a short story placingin the 1950's.&lt;br /&gt;I love that era.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Its so glamourous.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh.&lt;br /&gt;I got to see my friend sam one last time before I left.&lt;br /&gt;I was at the movies with brent and we saw him as we walked out:)&lt;br /&gt;It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;That was not the best day.&lt;br /&gt;If you know me,(i would surely hope that you do to be reading this blog), I have a brother and sister, and even though allot of the time i dont like them allot, i know that if they see me cry, then they will cry and that isnt really all that good.&lt;br /&gt;So, when i get upset, i wont talk about it and i fixate on something else to argue or something about. (I really am my mommy's girl)&lt;br /&gt;So tuesday, it was harry potter books. I did not want to give them up and I wasnt going to!&lt;br /&gt;So i went into the closet with melvin(my cow) and I cried. For a while.&lt;br /&gt;Because I was upset to have to say goodbye to my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time that night but I was sad.&lt;br /&gt;And I learned that im really bad at memory.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im fine now.&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I've been watching psych allot.&lt;br /&gt;its hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;And well.&lt;br /&gt;Thats were my random headline was from that lauren talked about.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well im going to eat now.&lt;br /&gt;Soo later:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-9105566628353346332?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9105566628353346332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=9105566628353346332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/9105566628353346332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/9105566628353346332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-maryland.html' title='Oh Maryland.'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735432649079520810.post-493815182804726399</id><published>2007-07-23T16:33:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T16:48:50.330-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter:)</title><content type='html'>This is my first blog on here.&lt;br /&gt;And it's late.&lt;br /&gt;And i Don't feel all that well, so im going to just write a little something here:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start out by saying that I love J.K. Rowling.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. If one author can inhance the mind that much with just a book, wow.&lt;br /&gt;I know people think that harry potter is 'evil' and 'wicked'.&lt;br /&gt;But when is the last time millions of kids rushed to go get a book? Think about that.&lt;br /&gt;If you havent ever read the books, y ou need to. They are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I could read them all day long.( and i did....just yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I could barely put it up the other day.&lt;br /&gt;Theres just something about them that makes you want good thing s to happen for them.&lt;br /&gt;As you know, that was the last book.&lt;br /&gt;And while I was sad about the fact that it was the last one, I loved that they keep coming on!&lt;br /&gt;There have been allot of thoughts floating around about what would happen, who would die, and what the epiloge would contain for harry or hogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;And this is one of the few books that I could totally not see things coming.&lt;br /&gt;Ive grown up with my mom and so im pretty good about figuring out whats going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Not this time, I was probably actually kind of funny to watch read it because of so many twists and turns there were in it. (ask my mom, I had my mouth open for half the book:]) it was pretty crazy.&lt;br /&gt; any who.&lt;br /&gt;I think I should just announce that, MY MOMMY AND DADDY ARE DUSSELDORKS.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;That should make them wake me up tomorrow by leaning over my head and talking about my head and ears and how un proportioned they are.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Im going to pick out a movie to watch for now and get into my  cow jammie pants and  ge tmy stuffed animal cow:)&lt;br /&gt; and i should get some sleep since im going to the movies tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bid you farewell. and goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735432649079520810-493815182804726399?l=sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/feeds/493815182804726399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=735432649079520810&amp;postID=493815182804726399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/493815182804726399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735432649079520810/posts/default/493815182804726399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahbethhooks.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter:)'/><author><name>Sb Hooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07206642987361381306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BFipdBldYbo/SDm4GFW79fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EXkHQOgS4yA/S220/n887005056_3071394_2372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
