<?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-2715650963772111605</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:46:03.222-07:00</updated><category term='relationships'/><category term='personal'/><title type='text'>A work in progress...</title><subtitle type='html'>Pratice makes perfect, or so they say...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05827218587059916972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650963772111605.post-5035117475338761044</id><published>2008-02-10T05:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T10:01:04.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Th Glorifcation of Celebrites</title><summary type='text'>I am a fan of many famous people. I love Miles Davis, Julia Stiles, Matt Damon ( who is way hot in the Bourne movies) Matt Dillion etc.. But I dont understand the need to *stalk* them.  Why do we spend hours and hours watching entertainment TV, that is ear marked as Celeb News?  Why do we buy the trash rags that hire stalkerazzi, who contribute so much to the angst with these *famous* people?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5035117475338761044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715650963772111605&amp;postID=5035117475338761044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/5035117475338761044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/5035117475338761044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/2008/02/th-glorifcation-of-celebrites.html' title='Th Glorifcation of Celebrites'/><author><name>Sarhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05827218587059916972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650963772111605.post-8161525861030196758</id><published>2008-02-05T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T11:26:53.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Proud!!!</title><summary type='text'>Well today, as some of our Canadian friends know, the Juno's nominess where anounced! ( Come on America!!!!! Get with it!!! )As a very proud fan of Matthew Good, and with a huge lump in my throat I am proud to say that he has been nominated for a Juno for best Rock Album.As many of you know, this was a very personal album for him to record, having dealt with a horrid life altering divorce and a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8161525861030196758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715650963772111605&amp;postID=8161525861030196758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/8161525861030196758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/8161525861030196758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/2008/02/very-proud.html' title='Very Proud!!!'/><author><name>Sarhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05827218587059916972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQR1qJZz0o0/R6i3r8PLnDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1ssRfKMdgHU/s72-c/Matt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650963772111605.post-6751020365786945630</id><published>2008-02-05T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T10:45:47.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hells coming with me...</title><summary type='text'>I have been sick for a week now.. really sick.  Throwing up, can't sleep, my body aches and I have to still work and be mommy.. Its hard.  Sometimes I miss the freedom of not having attachments.. I know this is wrong, well it seems wrong.  But I miss when I was just plain ole Sarhar.. no bodies mother, no ones girlfriend.. I could go where I wanted, when I wanted and do what I wanted.  But then I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6751020365786945630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715650963772111605&amp;postID=6751020365786945630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/6751020365786945630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/6751020365786945630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/2008/02/hells-coming-with-me.html' title='Hells coming with me...'/><author><name>Sarhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05827218587059916972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650963772111605.post-72984873139258890</id><published>2008-01-29T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:44:14.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>When there is nothing to say..</title><summary type='text'>What do you do when there is nothing to say? I have been with my boyfriend since I split with my ex.  Its been about a year. I love him, his name is Ben, and I really can't see myself with anyone but him, yes, its pretty serious.  But he is a singer with issues.  He used to be in a band in the 90's and they were signed to Island Records. After recording a 13 track cd their A&amp;R guy, was fired from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/feeds/72984873139258890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715650963772111605&amp;postID=72984873139258890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/72984873139258890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/72984873139258890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-there-is-nothing-to-say.html' title='When there is nothing to say..'/><author><name>Sarhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05827218587059916972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650963772111605.post-5130506536757856114</id><published>2008-01-26T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:14:40.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><summary type='text'>Alright, so I got home yesterday and was expected back into work this coming Monday.  Well I got a call late afternoon and was asked to call work when I got in.  I have no idea who told my boss that I was coming back on Friday, but when I say I am going to be available for Monday, that doesn't mean you can call my house and EXPECT a call back right away.  Well unbeknownst to myself, I was placed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5130506536757856114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715650963772111605&amp;postID=5130506536757856114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/5130506536757856114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/5130506536757856114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/2008/01/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Sarhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05827218587059916972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650963772111605.post-9195526307421482187</id><published>2008-01-22T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T17:26:56.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>The Funeral of Debra Atia Lynn</title><summary type='text'>Born: January 3rd at 202am in Sheffeild, England 1951.Died: January 18th at 323am in Hayward, California 2008 of breast cancer.My mother had her mass yesterday at 1130am ( monday) at St. Mary of the Assumption in San Francisco.. Her mass was very beautiful and I had to haggle with the church to have certain music played.As people were walking into the Church, you could hear Odette playing, softly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/feeds/9195526307421482187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715650963772111605&amp;postID=9195526307421482187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/9195526307421482187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/9195526307421482187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/2008/01/funeral-of-debra-atia-lynn.html' title='The Funeral of Debra Atia Lynn'/><author><name>Sarhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05827218587059916972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650963772111605.post-7372476121556000646</id><published>2008-01-22T12:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T14:05:50.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibel Edmonds:  A real patriot.</title><summary type='text'>Today on Matthew Good's blog, link on the right, he posted a blog about Sibel Edmonds. She is a whistle blower, blowing one of the biggest whistles in the history of the United States as far as I am concerned. In his blog he provided a link to a documentary, Kill the Messenger: Sibel Edmonds, this can be found on google videos. Now I don't go to google normally cause they do human date mining.. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7372476121556000646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715650963772111605&amp;postID=7372476121556000646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/7372476121556000646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/7372476121556000646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/2008/01/sibel-edmonds-real-patriot.html' title='Sibel Edmonds:  A real patriot.'/><author><name>Sarhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05827218587059916972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650963772111605.post-6652692283397492768</id><published>2008-01-20T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T10:59:01.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Albert, my *Uncle*, my guardian angel.</title><summary type='text'>Albert was a man who fell on hard times when he came home from Vietnam. His wife had left him for another man, the child that he thought was his wasn't. His country hated him, called him a baby killer..it was tough. So like any other person who is depressed, he turned to drugs and drink. Drank himself right into jail and thats where we come in. As part of his probation, he had to go get methadone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6652692283397492768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715650963772111605&amp;postID=6652692283397492768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/6652692283397492768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/6652692283397492768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/2008/01/albert-my-uncle-my-guardian-angel.html' title='Albert, my *Uncle*, my guardian angel.'/><author><name>Sarhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05827218587059916972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650963772111605.post-8949185290047351842</id><published>2008-01-20T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T09:53:30.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorting through the memories..</title><summary type='text'>I woke up this morning around 6am east coast time, that's where I live and have been trying to keep my internal clock normal, since I don't adjust to time changes well. I decided to start going through some of my mothers stuff. This was hard to do but I really needed to get this done, so I got some coffee and sat in the middle of her room and looked at all this stuff...my mother was a avid </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8949185290047351842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715650963772111605&amp;postID=8949185290047351842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/8949185290047351842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/8949185290047351842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/2008/01/note-to-me.html' title='Sorting through the memories..'/><author><name>Sarhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05827218587059916972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650963772111605.post-2593641536618441301</id><published>2008-01-19T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T17:15:03.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being me...</title><summary type='text'>Needless to say that the last 24 hours have been a real blur.Today, very early, I woke up, despite the fact that I consumed a nice sleeping pill and a glass of scotch with my brother.  We sat and talked about Momma for a few hours, he got wasted, and I listened.  Its really odd when you see people decide to come around you when someone dies.People that have not had anything to do with my mother </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/feeds/2593641536618441301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715650963772111605&amp;postID=2593641536618441301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/2593641536618441301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/2593641536618441301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/2008/01/being-me.html' title='Being me...'/><author><name>Sarhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05827218587059916972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650963772111605.post-3291053785511416353</id><published>2008-01-18T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T15:12:19.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caterpillar to Butterfly, fly away.</title><summary type='text'>Early this morning at 323am, my beautiful mother, Debra Atia Lynn, passed from breast cancer. Although we all knew that this day was coming, I did not expect it to be so fast. Her breathing had started to labor earlier that night and the nurse told us that this was a sign of passing.  I knew this already and just steeled myself, if you will for what was to come next. I made the calls I needed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/feeds/3291053785511416353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715650963772111605&amp;postID=3291053785511416353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/3291053785511416353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/3291053785511416353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/2008/01/caterpillar-to-butterfly-fly-away.html' title='Caterpillar to Butterfly, fly away.'/><author><name>Sarhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05827218587059916972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650963772111605.post-9144858056699580449</id><published>2008-01-15T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:45:42.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma, the letting go hurts...</title><summary type='text'>These last few days have been hard.  Making funeral arrangements for a person who isnt dead is hard.  Especially when they are your Mother.My Momma is 57, beautiful and has a mad crush on Matt Good..can you believe that?My Momma also has terminal breast cancer and will pass away in less then 3 months, the doctors say.  She had it almost 4 years ago, in June, and survived it.  But this time, its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/feeds/9144858056699580449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715650963772111605&amp;postID=9144858056699580449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/9144858056699580449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715650963772111605/posts/default/9144858056699580449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarhar.blogspot.com/2008/01/momma-letting-go-hurts.html' title='Momma, the letting go hurts...'/><author><name>Sarhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05827218587059916972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
