tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88706286592916964132024-03-13T14:12:32.889-07:00Flowers of The RiverSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-42380229333275966532010-09-25T12:10:00.000-07:002010-09-25T12:13:02.219-07:00II am<br />I will<br />I can<br />I shall<br />I know<br />I have<br />I see<br /><br />I am myself<br />I will go forth<br />I can push through<br />I shall remain<br />I know the truth<br />I have my time<br />I see the sun<br /><br />I am fine...Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-31225256996444110682010-08-22T13:04:00.000-07:002010-08-24T16:28:52.427-07:00Vegitable Cream Soup (Created by ME!!!)* This will feed 4-6 people, but most likely just 4 or 5.<br /><br />-6 cups of water<br />-2 <span style="font-size:85%;">1/2</span> table spoons of Beef Bouillon<br />-A head of lettuce- Shredded (Spinich can be used as a replacement. I think it's better.)<br />-8 baby carrots cut into fourths<br />-1/3 a 16 oz package of spaghetti<br />-7 baby tomatoes cut into fourths (yellow squash or zucchini can be used as a replacement.)<br />-3 table spoons of diced onion or chives<br />-Butter- 1 teaspoon (Not melted)<br />-Salt (add to your liking)<br />-Pepper 1/2 teaspoon<br />- Powder garlic 1 teaspoon<br />- Half a bay leaf (crushed)<br />-2 tabled spoons of sour cream<br />-1/2 teaspoon of soy sauce<br />-1/2 teaspoon of Extra Virgin Olive Oil<br /><br />*Keep temp on high till all ingredients are added, then switch to med.<br /><br />*Cook until you feel it is done.<br /><br />*Let simmer to keep warm, once cooking is complete.<br /><br /><br />Enjoy!!!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-78742196499625941322010-08-17T19:02:00.001-07:002010-08-22T13:21:27.772-07:00Who I am<h3 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">It feels at times I'm lost at night, struggling for a stabled flight. I feel the wind. It blows to hard. My thoughts are those I can't discard. The ringing sound that takes me away. I lose my self from day to day, but in the quiet of my mind, I know, and can't be lost behind.</span></h3>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-5819646589839370392010-08-05T10:42:00.001-07:002010-08-22T13:21:19.584-07:00TimeYou never have enough time. Well at least that's my case. I am always running around like a mad women, trying to do everything. I make these huge plans that by no means, can be done in one day, but I still do it. So, I am conflicted by time... and patients. Both don't settle well with me.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-76408819857881470032010-08-03T10:00:00.000-07:002010-08-22T13:21:01.187-07:00Life is too short to just give up on. To pretend there is nothing left of it, because there is always something new, exciting. Don't let your life just be normal, let it be different and unique in it's very own why, where no one can say it was there's too.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-19863481035310991882010-07-12T11:03:00.000-07:002010-08-22T13:20:50.739-07:00Music<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERgCdIOpUAkcYySXaqV9guAHGhMQHPCBJZAgRMxpg7bXDKyhjvDu-vgfrMb_cSSu4ogyfeDgloGTNSQkzy7yl2Rr4H1K7FlBg8tgEJGToTROqgUBbdCqAT85dgse-RAA2-A_mIVCp8rY/s1600/Music_Circle.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 309px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493083457957119394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERgCdIOpUAkcYySXaqV9guAHGhMQHPCBJZAgRMxpg7bXDKyhjvDu-vgfrMb_cSSu4ogyfeDgloGTNSQkzy7yl2Rr4H1K7FlBg8tgEJGToTROqgUBbdCqAT85dgse-RAA2-A_mIVCp8rY/s320/Music_Circle.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>M</em></span><span style="font-size:85%;">agically corrupting</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>U</em></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">nloosing </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>S</em></span><span style="font-size:85%;">ender of secret messages</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>I</em></span><span style="font-size:85%;">ncredibly powerful</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>C</em></span><span style="font-size:85%;">louds the world</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><br /><div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-21229509172644266192010-06-17T12:30:00.000-07:002010-08-22T13:20:50.740-07:00The sunthe sun shines bright above our heads<br />Coaxing us from our cozy beds<br />The light that brings the plants to grow<br />The shining heat that kisses our noseSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-23349985011292884002010-06-17T11:44:00.001-07:002010-08-22T13:20:26.390-07:00Twilight (sims 3) [Part 1]I created this!!<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dylE31_mdV8Sl76s5v882rErvrn19-SKrw71ZBFLEPW4O-ROfLxMkPWPuG4eIVThRUapSEEpRU-8Xy2AAjYxQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-68278193214910387372010-05-05T14:55:00.000-07:002010-08-22T13:20:14.062-07:00<h3 style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">You know... you get used to how things are, and then if anything changes you don't really know what to do, weather it be bad or good. It's like your whole life is purched on this stupid "normal" and once it changes, you have to recolect your marbols and find a new pocket to store them in.</span></span></h3>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-68338623187169901752010-04-21T20:00:00.001-07:002010-08-22T13:20:14.063-07:00Friends<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">The friends that are true are the ones that would help you out no matter what has happened! The ones that who ever you are, they will always love you. The people who will encourage you, and help you do better. The people who will laugh and cry with you... And even if the unimaginable happens... they are still there.</span></span></span></h3></span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-2566233371917050202010-04-12T19:55:00.000-07:002010-08-22T13:19:32.299-07:00Time<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It would be great to be 16 again!" </span></span></span></h3><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Your insane!!" I reply, slighting laughing from the weirdness of it all. "You want to go back and deal with the drama, poor choices, crapy teachers and boy trouble? You want this for your self? This is your dream?" </span></span></span></h3><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She stifles a shocked laugh..."No, I don't want to have to pay bills or worry about work or housing. I want to go to school and see friends on a regular basis. I want time... I want to go outside wearing too much make-up and have no one care because it is just a phase. I want to get into a fight just for fun, and then laugh about it later... I want freedom." </span></span></span></h3><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Freedom?" I ask. "Is this freedom?" </span></span></span></h3><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Depending on who you choose to be... yes." </span></span></span></h3><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Can I be free again?" I say looking down at my thumbs. </span></span></span></h3><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Yes, if you only try." </span></span></span></h3><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*This is not about me... this is part of a short story I wrote for school*</span></span></div></span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-73127598420875609912010-04-10T09:39:00.000-07:002010-08-22T13:19:44.989-07:00The Spot in Your HeartHave you found that little spot<div>In the center of your heart</div><div><br /></div><div>Do you understand the feeling</div><div>that makes it stop and start</div><div><br /></div><div>It is quiet </div><div>And unheard</div><div><br /></div><div>Makes you flutter </div><div>Like a bird</div><div><br /></div><div>Does time bring you the know</div><div>Or is it fate that lets you go</div><div><br /></div><div>How can you leave it in the night</div><div>It would be the most of fright</div><div><br /></div><div>But when there's nothing else to hold</div><div>You should take it fast and bold</div><div><br /></div><div>You'll say I love you</div><div>And that's all he needs to know</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-16019443473416174262010-04-09T07:55:00.000-07:002010-08-22T13:18:09.042-07:00Inside eyes<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I'll try to make you see, but refusal covers everything. By the time that this is done I'll be in pieces all out run. Time comes quickly to a close.I bid you adieu. I leave you, my friend, with endless dreams.</span></span></i></span></span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-43541181031476691482010-03-25T20:14:00.000-07:002010-08-22T13:18:09.043-07:00RealityIt's so odd how a hour... a minute, even a tiny second can change your life forever. May it be for better, or worse. In just a small fragment of time you can improve yourself... or erase parts of yourself. Who you are, what you stand for... even the purpose of witch <i>you</i> believe you came. Reality is so there... so real at times that you can't help think that it isn't reality at all. I guess you have to move on and keep understanding that God loves you, cause in the end... that's all that matters.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-48487771705806455012010-03-13T19:57:00.000-08:002010-08-22T13:17:48.731-07:00Doggy KissesRight now I am trying to write while being licked to death by my friends dog. I am finding this quite a challenge and it should be when a fairly fat dog is knocking your arm out of the way to get a better view of your face. Yes... I am covered in doggy slobber, but I never said i didn't like it :)Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-64129654826795933342010-03-02T20:05:00.000-08:002010-03-02T20:06:34.050-08:00Life is like a song<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Life is like a song. It starts out slow, you are unable to know what is coming next. As times goes on your decisions and experiences(Lyrics) fill your head and keep you thinking. You may repeat what you have learned or what you have done(Chorus) many times before understanding, but ultimately in the end you have learned so much more. You may not know the full meaning behind the song, but you feel that you listened for the better.</span></span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-73649458802914307842010-03-02T20:02:00.001-08:002010-03-02T20:04:16.259-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">When you realize you can't live with out something, it shifts your focus to preserving it.</span></span></h3></span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-2693650859212258552010-02-25T19:13:00.000-08:002010-03-02T20:04:35.087-08:00My self<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> tend to take things to seriously. Take the most stupid things to heart only to get disappointed. I expect to much, but hate it when people expect to much out of me. I am a silly little hypocrite, but so are most people. I have learned, from my sort but fully lived life that I have to take it one day at a time and nev</span></span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">er stop smiling. Witch I believe has been successful.</span></span></span></span></h3></span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-67530950389930449622010-02-23T17:06:00.000-08:002010-03-02T20:03:54.797-08:00MusicMusic is the language that everyone understands differently -SarahSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-86657262714904442352010-02-10T17:07:00.001-08:002010-02-10T18:02:25.775-08:00Hello!Hi I am so sorry I have deserted you all... well actually I should say you few :) I have been so involved with the play that i forgot about this nifty little place. Well I am back and ready to get writing! Hope your lives are full of joy!<div><br /></div><div>-Sarah</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-72970791367893279872010-01-28T21:08:00.000-08:002010-02-10T18:03:29.346-08:00As I am.I guess I make since. How can you perch a dime on a fence?<div>I know what is on that dime. Too heavy for it to fall, but to light too stand up tall. </div><div><br /></div><div>It doesn't have to catch your eye. That small but simple little dime. You flip it once and it says good bye.</div><div><br /></div><div>Take my hand and wring it out to fit your face.</div><div>I can't see what you have meant me too be. Is it life we need?</div><div><br /></div><div>We take it all and stand up as we should and are. Too be the person we are inside. Take away that incessant guide. </div><div><br /></div><div>As I am...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We are.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-46716086144123752282010-01-28T21:02:00.000-08:002010-02-10T18:04:28.746-08:00Here I am.I am so sorry I have not been on for a while. I have been busy. Any way here is a little poem for you.<div><br /></div><div>Sound... quite, but loud.</div><div>In the night it's over powered.</div><div><br /></div><div>Take it all from me.</div><div>It'll be fine.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think I know what song to sing.</div><div>A couple lyrics intertwined.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is too much for broken wings to fly.</div><div>Pained your holly empty sky.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now it is blue...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here we are.</div><div><br /></div><div>Your the only one.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is what I can see as me.</div><div><br /></div><div>List your paths and see that time.</div><div>Time is my rhyme. </div><div><br /></div><div>Take everything from me... it's fine.</div><div><br /></div><div>To much for a lie... don't lie.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here am I.</div><div>Your the only one.</div><div><br /></div><div>Take it down from wince it came.</div><div><br /></div><div>The cards are played all the time.</div><div><br /></div><div>So let them rest for a while.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-6028998709648770292010-01-21T17:18:00.000-08:002010-02-10T18:05:43.355-08:00People and my business.You know what is very annoying. When people can't just let you be yourself.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-58596009644410087452010-01-19T14:58:00.000-08:002010-03-02T20:05:08.718-08:00School TomorowSchool tomorrow. It is a new semester, but surprisingly I have most of the same teachers. Huh. well I guess nothing really changes. I know this is a short post, but I had too say that.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870628659291696413.post-33823763466150197112010-01-14T16:30:00.000-08:002010-02-10T18:05:26.659-08:00Look at your eyes (Original song) I wrote this all by myself!<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz7hg5TxMW_GHhtyyN-67SYJ60ZZLQXPS3CoFdJN0IIIhLlT0kqVeuXCu2TyNz7I81SbA2yfN2hJQ8c2Tydfg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p> </p><p>Hope you enjoy! :D</p>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524828742447556188noreply@blogger.com2