<?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-3052550392126546500</id><updated>2011-10-10T10:32:39.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Sadie project</title><subtitle type='html'>Sadie... the sad little girl who never wanted to be...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-4811786621586189818</id><published>2009-05-25T04:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T04:30:41.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Age of Blogging?</title><content type='html'>So I've been video blogging recently.. I treat it the same way as I do blogging pretty much, lol, so there's not much of a difference. I just uploaded my first vlog in like almost three weeks a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped Mama-bear out a few weeks ago with her vlogging, which is what really turned me onto it. It's fun to talk to the camera about nothing and everything. Lol. I always start of with nothing in mind, but end up with like fifteen minutes of crap to cut up and cut down. Lol, ten mnutes is sometimes just not enough. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ah-ySA6qNXE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ah-ySA6qNXE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I talked to Daddy about the Whoinspiresyou.ca contest and he said I could use his camera.. but I need to buy special batteries, and I'm not sure if the computer can handle the video. Lol. Maybe I'll just use my own lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... still thinking of ideas for it though, like how to make everything fit into three minutes.. and how to go over everything as quickly without losing the impact I need. And what kind of clips, and angles and everything like that... ungh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gH0JwWuFSIc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gH0JwWuFSIc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah, don't forget to check out the Child Abuse Awareness Event 2009 photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bcN_EtOSD1E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bcN_EtOSD1E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts and kisses!!! xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-4811786621586189818?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4811786621586189818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=4811786621586189818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/4811786621586189818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/4811786621586189818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-ive-been-video-blogging-recently.html' title='The New Age of Blogging?'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-903629436782752137</id><published>2009-05-20T03:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T03:22:14.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hopeful Chance</title><content type='html'>So I am finally home.. the second night... and I'm seriously thinking of moving with Carleen in August... She's in need of a room mate and asked me, I think jokingly, but I've been seriously thinking about it for the last couple of days... And its a really good deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont want to work at tim hortons.. it's driving me nuts.. I dont want to do it at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoinspiresu.ca has started up another contest round. You make a video about who inspires you and why and what you'd like to do or be, and it's for $10,000 to go towards becoming what you want to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to enter.. I would use the money to get into a studio and make myself some actual good demos that are worthy enough to send out, and sell so I can get out there with theSadieproject. Ideas are flowing now.. i missed out last time cause I had the abuse awareness event to worry about.. so hopefully i can get this going and find myself a way to get out there with my music..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-903629436782752137?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/903629436782752137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=903629436782752137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/903629436782752137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/903629436782752137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/hopeful-chance.html' title='A Hopeful Chance'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-6112317684266432073</id><published>2009-05-16T20:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:16:44.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much to Hold Onto</title><content type='html'>I have to go to work in like an hour.. my second shift. I got to work with one of my step-sisters lastnight so it wasnt bad at all.. but tonight she is not working..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anxiety is off the wall.. Rob is going to meet me downtown and walk with me to work.. I"m like freaking out.. I need a smoke.. ungh.. I dont want to work. I had the ultimate worse sleep in my entire life.. I feel like I didn't sleep at all... which is not good.. I should probably have some coffee right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go... I really dont.. I have to go to the store..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-6112317684266432073?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6112317684266432073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=6112317684266432073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/6112317684266432073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/6112317684266432073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-much-to-hold-onto.html' title='Too Much to Hold Onto'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-2464708833822429376</id><published>2009-05-15T01:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:04:05.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much of an update, Just a "Pity Me" post</title><content type='html'>So, I'm starting work at my step-mom's store, and it's the nightshift, like my last job. So tonight I am trying my best to stay up as late as I can so I can get enough sleep tomorrow before work. It's from 10-6, but gaaaah.. I hate working the night shift.. it's all sleeping and working that's about it. And it's so far away from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live way out in the east end, and the store is like right down town. I might have to stay at Rob's the days I have to work... ungh.. I'm never gonna get to go home, am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind if wish i had a boyfriend... I mean, like a month ago, I decided i didn't want a boyfriend yet, or anytime soon.. but I sit here, alone.. feeling lonely..&lt;br /&gt;It's almost unbearable at some moments.. to be lonely. And it really doesn't help that I like to listen to slow songs that sing about either sappiness, or have that "Come back to me" sound, or stuff like that. It's just so depressing to think especially, tha I'm sitting here, still alone and my ex has gone BACK to the girl who cheated on him... but I am alone... He has someone, my brother and sister have someone, my dad and step-mum just celebrated their first year anniversary.. my mum practically lives with her boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;It sucks... I am alone.. I dont even have my cat cause I can never get home long enough for him to even cuddle with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a bag of crap... this is what sitting by myself, late at night does to someone who suffers from depression.. Makes them feel like the deepest, biggest bag of shit on the planet... I hate me sometimes.. I need a smoke.. but have none... ungh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-2464708833822429376?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2464708833822429376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=2464708833822429376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/2464708833822429376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/2464708833822429376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-much-of-update-just-pity-me-post.html' title='Not much of an update, Just a &quot;Pity Me&quot; post'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-7363084311880991337</id><published>2009-05-13T16:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:11:45.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>So our internet is finally back. I'm not at home though. Lol. Im staying at a friend's right now, then I start work at my step-mother's store on friday.. hopefully things will work out for the summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley's wedding is fastly appraoching, June 6th.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Awareness Event for Child Abuse Awareness Month, which was April, was a success!! We started a bit late, but we got to help a few people out. Hopefully, next year, it will be much a much bigger turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This October, me and Mama-Bear are possibly planning a walk-a-thon for Child Abuse Prevention month. Something like walking from bayfront to City Hall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of something like from City Hall to Gage Park, where when we get to Gage Park, we could have some water and enjoy some music. Maybe have a couple local bands or artists perform for abut an hour or two. Sounds good. But Mama-Bear's the one who is mostly organizing it I think. She's the driving force for it mostly. Lol. I'm available to whatever she needs me for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is something we'll be doing for the rest of our lives, or at least this is something I will be doing for the rest of my life. having these awareness events, bringing all the attention to the issuse of childhood abuse, and some kind of hope to survivors of sexual abuse, that you too can be alright in time.. for a little while at least. That they are not alone in their journey to heling from abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can do this.. for a long time at least.. ooh, you know what, remember Sarah McLachlan had that tour for women, with just women performers? How about a tour for Abuse Survivors, with only survivors of abuse performing? Haha, I'm so creative... I have all these great ideas, just not the right resources to bring them to fruitation.. who would you talk to about stuff like that? I guess I'd have to  find a manager and make an album first huh? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-7363084311880991337?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7363084311880991337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=7363084311880991337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/7363084311880991337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/7363084311880991337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-7071108607546391218</id><published>2009-04-02T00:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:59:18.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet...</title><content type='html'>So our internet is gone.. for now.. That's why there hasn't been much at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But quickly, April 25th, my dear Hamiltonians in the area. ;) We're planning an event to bring awareness to Child and Sexual abuse. It will start at 12:30pm. (We're gonne try and be there to start preparing at 12:00pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I will be busking the 11th and the 18th. WE'll be accepting donations for fundraising for the 25th's event. As we need printing things, pamphlets, and signs and all that other crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, we'll have our internet back by next week... so I'll be able to keep the updates coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone would like to perform on the 25th, email me at: &lt;a href="mailto:thesadieproject@gmail.com"&gt;thesadieproject@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; with Performance for April in the subject line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love and support, hope to keep updates more frequent. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-7071108607546391218?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7071108607546391218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=7071108607546391218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/7071108607546391218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/7071108607546391218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/internet.html' title='Internet...'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-7797857224391668518</id><published>2009-02-24T01:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:44:49.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BannerSnack</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type='application/x-shockwave-flash' data='http://files.bannersnack.net/app/swf/EmbedCanvas.swf?hash_id=4b421e5bc7d66078a848f30716b21459&amp;bgcolor=141414' width='468' height='60'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://files.bannersnack.net/app/swf/EmbedCanvas.swf?hash_id=4b421e5bc7d66078a848f30716b21459&amp;bgcolor=141414'&gt;&lt;param name='bgcolor' value='#141414'&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href='http://dev.bannersnack.com/' title='BannerSnack - the free flash banner maker'&gt;Banner maker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzNTQ1NzY3MjgxMiZwdD*xMjM1NDU3ODgyMjY1JnA9NDU1OTMyJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz*1YjgyMDYwYmQ3YjI*NmY*ODAwYTU2YjYxYjljOTQ*NQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-7797857224391668518?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7797857224391668518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=7797857224391668518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/7797857224391668518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/7797857224391668518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/bannersnack.html' title='BannerSnack'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-6145679887460869361</id><published>2009-02-20T03:42:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:44:50.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least I Have Her...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SZ6AyqFhz0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Yq2pWjYV-Ec/s1600-h/DSC04079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304819018868313922" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SZ6AyqFhz0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Yq2pWjYV-Ec/s200/DSC04079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there is truly one person in my life that I love more than anyone else. That is my sister. She small, and tiny, but her smile totally compensates for her height. I love her to pieces, and I think she is one of the most intelligent, prettiest, and all-around beautiful human beings I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. It only makes it better that we are sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SZ546e1LZWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mC0LedZ1ry0/s1600-h/DSC00416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304810357192877410" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SZ546e1LZWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mC0LedZ1ry0/s200/DSC00416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lot of the time when I think about our relationship, yeah we fought when we were younger, yeah I sometimes hated her guts cause she would let her toys roll over that imaginary line of our bedroom, and yes, I hated it sometimes that she would follow me everywhere. But I love her dearly, to death. She is my one and only. She is my best friend, and I would never re-place her. We have been through a lot of crap together. All of my family. And I've spent most of my life trying to keep her protected, because I'm not sure if she knows this, but I remember the last time I had to protect her... well at least I hope I had kept her protected, because it stopped for me after this night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been something I've been thinking about the last few days.. trying to see if I remember anything really.. I told my cousin Ashley that I can tell people that yes, I was abused, and yes, it did happen, and yes, this is what I have become because of it. But I cannot speak of the details. I don't envy, but am amazed at how other survivors are able to tell every detail.. I cannot.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SZ56b0vqZeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Yhmfzg1KHHs/s1600-h/DSC06051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304812029522634210" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SZ56b0vqZeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Yhmfzg1KHHs/s200/DSC06051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have never actually experienced a full-blown flashback, or such, and it's something I wouldn't want to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this night I remember, I remember it because it was the last time he ever tried to touch me again, and a lot of people I've talked to, don't understand what I mean when I feel like I failed her, because I am no longer trying to fight the denial about my sister.. I've grown up practically raising my brother and sister, and to find out, you never really saved them from the abuse you've endured, it's a heart-wrenching experience to go through. It was like a smack in the face, that little moment of failure, has been haunting me for he last two months, and I've somewhat talked to her about it, but it's just to painful for me to even think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SZ58ZdxPwyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MsDeNhkrZEs/s1600-h/DSC05806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304814188018778914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SZ58ZdxPwyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MsDeNhkrZEs/s320/DSC05806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The Last Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the night before my Uncle Ron and Auntie Grace's wedding. Chelle and I slept in our rec-room in the basement, watching movies. My mother and 'him' were drinking, as usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I awoke to no music or anything, but the sound of the basement door opening, and slow footsteps. I quickly tucked the excess blankets under my body and made a cocoon around my sister and I, as tightly as I could. 'He's not going to hurt her,' I thought to myself as I practically lay on top of her, trying to keep as quiet as I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I heard him enter the room, and kneel down next to me on the floor, then I felt him begin to tug on the blanket. I held it down as tightly as I could, tried to force as much body weight as I could, to keep him from breaking the shell I had created out of cotton and linen. After a few more attempts, he became frustrated and left us. I don't remember if he said anything or not.. I listened to him walk up the stairs, open the basement door, and continue to where ever it was he went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I lay there, barely breathing, in fear he'd hear it and come back down, for almost a half an hour. Once I felt "safe" enough I fell back to sleep, the blankets still under my body, my arms wrapped around my little sister, who was still in grade one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I awoke once again, my head still under the blankets, to the basement door opening, and footsteps coming down the stairs. I quickly reapeated my actions as before. I lay on on top of the covers and held my breath once more. I heard the kneeling beside me, and felt the tugging at the blanets. They were somewhat more forceful this time. I fought back, pulling the blankets back and let out a small whimper, 'I won't let him hurt us,' I kept thinking to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Then I heard it, "Lindsay what's the matter? What are you doing?" It was my mother tugging. I stopped pulling on the blankets and stopped all movement, and breathing together. It was out. Now she would something was up... this is the moment.. can't hide it anymore.. noe she knows there is definetly something going on.. it's no longer just something I said to someone else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I pulled the covers down to just under my eyes and stared at her, "What's wrong?" she asked me. She had kneeled down beside me, to wake us up, so we could get ready for my uncle's wedding. My mother stared down at me with concern in her eyes, but also the knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I told her quietly what had happened the last time I woke up. Told her about the tugging and pulling, about how I tried to keep Michelle safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;But my memory ends there... I don't remember anything else after that, I remember the wedding of course, but I don't remember what my mother said, or if Chelle had woken up at all that night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SZ59Jw6F3bI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LKxIv_vgGbc/s1600-h/DSC05785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304815017789873586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SZ59Jw6F3bI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LKxIv_vgGbc/s400/DSC05785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because of this that I feel so responsible for my brother and sister. Me and my sister have really always been really close. Because at the end of the day the people I have left are my brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SZ58ZmltIYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/R48SnEb8jWY/s1600-h/DSC05797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304814190386291074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SZ58ZmltIYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/R48SnEb8jWY/s320/DSC05797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my sister because she is caring. She always wants everyone to be happy. Her smile is usually always bright and shining. But lately I've noticed, she hasn't been smiling as often as usual, and it worries me. Something is bothering her deeply that it affects her very core. I want her to always be happy, and to never have to hurt ever again. I couldn't save her then, but I will try my hardest to keep her happy and make sure she makes the right choices, and gets herself the best out of life. Because I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SZ57UM09iLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EVBZRkOBy8o/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304812998059985074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SZ57UM09iLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EVBZRkOBy8o/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my best friend, my confident, the one person I know will not judge me, or get mad at the mess I've created of myself. I know that she will listen to me whenever I need it. And I know that she is proud of the person I have become, and it means the world to me to have the thought that maybe I didn't create such a huge mess of myself so that she could be somewhat inspired by, or proud of me. I'm glad that I never followed through with those thoughts so long ago, if it wasn't for them, my brother and sister, my life would be over right now, and I wouldn't be writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although I may feel like a failure to my parents most of the time, I know that I will never, ever be a failure to the two people who matter the most to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SZ57nOGa0UI/AAAAAAAAAJM/S1nVQ7xFsWI/s1600-h/DSC04063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304813324819157314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SZ57nOGa0UI/AAAAAAAAAJM/S1nVQ7xFsWI/s400/DSC04063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-6145679887460869361?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6145679887460869361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=6145679887460869361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/6145679887460869361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/6145679887460869361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-least-i-have-her.html' title='At Least I Have Her...'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SZ6AyqFhz0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Yq2pWjYV-Ec/s72-c/DSC04079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-261453152885283429</id><published>2009-02-11T03:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T03:53:06.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It just had to die yesterday didn't it?</title><content type='html'>So my computer died yesterday. It is at the computer hospital right now. I've lost everything. Three years worth of photos and videos. My artwork... my music. All my masters are gone. Everything I had for the sadie project is *POOF!!* gone. Now I have to re-record everything... which shouldn't be too bad. I was planning it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just luckliy after I wrote my last post about my daddy. He's began to become a little more involved in my life. We've made some sort of plan to spend sunday evenings over at his house, for dinner. And this friday we're going to a semi-formal valentine's dance. So whoo, excited. Hopefully our computer is back by then, lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone really reads this blog... I think that's why I don't update often... no one reads it... Or at least ithink no one reads it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone does... can you leave a comment and let me know? Haha, you don't even have to write anything just a "." is good. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no photos in this post,  because I don't know where my cousin's photos are. Lol. I'm at her house using her comp right now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm off to bed. I have to go to Kitchener in the morning. Early morning, like in three hours I have to wake up. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightie night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-261453152885283429?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/261453152885283429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=261453152885283429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/261453152885283429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/261453152885283429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-just-had-to-die-yesterday-didnt-it.html' title='It just had to die yesterday didn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-2784838586495910796</id><published>2009-02-03T22:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:40:31.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometime we all feel like a Mistake...</title><content type='html'>My relationship with my father has declined a lot in the last few years since I was 16. I sometimes feel he completely forgets I exist.. and it makes me feel like&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SYkMjUjtF-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/gdXabQc9_tY/s1600-h/DSC05784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SYkMjUjtF-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/gdXabQc9_tY/s200/DSC05784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298780237531518946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a bag of crap. I called him the other day just to say "Hey what's up, I love you," and he made it sound like old news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my father, to the extremes. He is the one we ran to when we escaped. He has been with us our whole lives and I have always been a Daddy's Girl. So why is it, that he finds such ease to go through out the weeks, and not even a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SYkNyEnKY4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/S2xfaSe3Lhc/s1600-h/DSC04052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SYkNyEnKY4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/S2xfaSe3Lhc/s200/DSC04052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298781590460720002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; phone call or anything. We used to talk all the time during the week when I was younger, and now it's like it's him, his wife, and her kids. He never invites us out camping during the summer. Or to other occasions, such as my step-sister's going away party when she was leaving to go to Ottawa for university...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the steady reminder of his mistakes? Because I did not graduate high school, and instead became this somewhat crazy, depressed, messed up little girl? Is that all I am to my Daddy? Am I a mistake?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-2784838586495910796?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2784838586495910796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=2784838586495910796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/2784838586495910796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/2784838586495910796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometime-we-all-feel-like-mistake.html' title='Sometime we all feel like a Mistake...'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SYkMjUjtF-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/gdXabQc9_tY/s72-c/DSC05784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-8279156775301538600</id><published>2009-01-13T23:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:15:28.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you have to remind yourself...</title><content type='html'>So I've been regularly checking my &lt;a href="http://www.pointswithpurpose.com"&gt;points with purpose&lt;/a&gt; account, for messages and such. They have places for survivors to talk to each other and share their thoughts and stories and what not. So i commented on this one message and I wont say what it said but I just wanted somewhere to put a piece of what I said, 'cause sometimes it's nice to remind myself of what I preach. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"It was never your fault, and no one person's story is any more or less important than any others, because in the end, we are all survivors of abuse, and we have all lost the same something. Our innocence, and feeling of security, and we're all fighting to get it back. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SW1mH3WM-WI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3C-UvtbEO8g/s1600-h/DSC01928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SW1mH3WM-WI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3C-UvtbEO8g/s400/DSC01928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290997422532393314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-8279156775301538600?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8279156775301538600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=8279156775301538600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/8279156775301538600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/8279156775301538600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-you-have-to-remind-yourself.html' title='Sometimes you have to remind yourself...'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SW1mH3WM-WI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3C-UvtbEO8g/s72-c/DSC01928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-256859095470815228</id><published>2009-01-13T15:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:49:30.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Alone At Last</title><content type='html'>So I finally have the house to myself. I think it might be the perfect time to record some music I've been waiting months for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one song that I'm not sure if it should belong to theSadieproject or some kind of solo thing.. I'm not sure exactly... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm going to set everything up now. How exciting! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWz-Ox43XrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JBA6ysBk7g4/s1600-h/DSC06914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWz-Ox43XrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JBA6ysBk7g4/s400/DSC06914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290883192116960946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-256859095470815228?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/256859095470815228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=256859095470815228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/256859095470815228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/256859095470815228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/were-alone-at-last.html' title='We&apos;re Alone At Last'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWz-Ox43XrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JBA6ysBk7g4/s72-c/DSC06914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-9020059570557066412</id><published>2009-01-07T03:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T03:38:13.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Evening my Long Lost Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRnZ23cejI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jkysZAEs5QI/s1600-h/DSC06334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRnZ23cejI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jkysZAEs5QI/s400/DSC06334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288465556362263090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the time I don't know why I even bother with blogs.. I never keep them up to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, nothing is really happening to blog about. It's somewhat depressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The updates? I'm out of a job, I haven't done anything regarding theSadieproject music, and my life is genereally sleeping, eating, and gaining more weight. I'm like a fat cow now... damn it and i have five months to lose it for Ashley's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Depression, long time no talk. How have you been keeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRlcoMAkiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WwtO2BMJw8A/s1600-h/DSC01692+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRlcoMAkiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WwtO2BMJw8A/s400/DSC01692+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288463404938334754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I do have a new Facebook group &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/group.php?gid=53068454852"&gt;for&lt;/a&gt; survivors of abuse. It's doing good so far. Although because my lovely sister thought it was helping, most of her friends have joined, so it makes it a little less "friendly" to survivors. I think I might have to go through and delete some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've joined a site called &lt;a href="http://www.pointswithpurpose.com/"&gt;Points With Purpose&lt;/a&gt;, it's a drawing for Survivors, it's of a woman who looks like she feels comfortable in her skin. It's made with just dots.. every dot is for a survivor, and the dots on the shirt are for supporters of... It's a wonderful cause. I would suggest everyone to sign up. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRmiZ3hr7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/eZPadwy3EfQ/s1600-h/DSC06930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRmiZ3hr7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/eZPadwy3EfQ/s400/DSC06930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288464603685171122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in musical news, I've been rehearsing a lot lately. Some Sadie songs I  haven't played in so long that I almost forgot the chords. So hopefully, I'll have everything done so I can start looking for gigs, and start planning the benefit concert.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about maybe asking another band or two to maybe donate some time to play as well, like open up the show or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to do, and I'd like to maybe do it in August.. near the end of August...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with suggestions I'd gladly like to hear some.. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRog32VxAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0U-9aMtY4Y4/s1600-h/DSC05808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRog32VxAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0U-9aMtY4Y4/s400/DSC05808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288466776396776450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Daddy's birthday was yesterday... we had fun. Went out for dinner, enjoyed ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRogpSQEpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/h-rY1NgT8Vw/s1600-h/DSC05790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRogpSQEpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/h-rY1NgT8Vw/s400/DSC05790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288466772487312018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRogfp4QLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6D7xNouLBzE/s1600-h/DSC05788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRogfp4QLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6D7xNouLBzE/s400/DSC05788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288466769902059698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRogGk1c8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/rrde1lzrm6U/s1600-h/DSC05785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRogGk1c8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/rrde1lzrm6U/s400/DSC05785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288466763170018242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRof6jVjiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IVWCAKG4l1s/s1600-h/DSC05784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRof6jVjiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IVWCAKG4l1s/s400/DSC05784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288466759942508066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRpvhORQSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LdzgbVgyPZc/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRpvhORQSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LdzgbVgyPZc/s400/DSC00288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288468127532794146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRpvfAXIDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hjPuBQWI4gE/s1600-h/DSC04147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRpvfAXIDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hjPuBQWI4gE/s400/DSC04147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288468126937587762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-9020059570557066412?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/9020059570557066412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=9020059570557066412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/9020059570557066412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/9020059570557066412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-evening-my-long-lost-friend.html' title='Good Evening my Long Lost Friend'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SWRnZ23cejI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jkysZAEs5QI/s72-c/DSC06334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-8194303778891807305</id><published>2008-10-20T09:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:51:21.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So life gets in the way, and lately I've had theSadieproject on the back burner. I know bad me. I still have songs that need to be recorded but there are never any times when there is NO one here. I hate recording when someone is home because they end up making noise and screw up my takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to get a laptop so I can do my recording in my room, but bills and rent need to be paid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone would like to donate! ;) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sadie is doing well, she wants this whistling thing from the dollar store. It whistles when you spin it, it's like a tube thing.... With the Halloween Party coming up we haven't had the cash to get it yet. lol. But no worries, our beloved will get it, probably next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie is unsure of what she wants to be for Halloween yet. It's a mix up between a cat, a princess (surprise there eh? Lol.) or a bumble bee. I think she would be cute as a Bumble bee. I think i will buy it for her anyways. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been rather chilly out lately. I'm going to be starting a new job soon. Tired of working a Tim Horton's. But for some reason I feel guilty about leaving. I think sometimes I am to compassionate... Some things I need to let go of... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-8194303778891807305?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8194303778891807305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=8194303778891807305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/8194303778891807305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/8194303778891807305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-7674624054437022132</id><published>2008-09-16T09:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:52:54.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SM-6AZ645MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yco4kLD8GBE/s1600-h/DSC04701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SM-6AZ645MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yco4kLD8GBE/s400/DSC04701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246616607030568130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Photo: My niece Zoey and my cousin Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since august 13th, there has been a new song up. It's the official Inner Child's Suicide. Which I am seriously thinking about changing the name too, only because it's just a mouth full to spit out, and I'm just not really happy with that title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to call it, I think a came up with a good name a while ago but now I can't remember it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sadie, has been good lately. We worked on what is left of our garden. Amazingly, the plants we started growing at the beginning of the season are the only plants we have left now. And one is still even sprouting flowers every other week. It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We been painting a lot lately.  We've been working on this green painting right now. Sadie has been painting flower vines on the walls. She like to decorate her room that way. Artistic freedom. I let her painting on the walls. Lol. so far we have vines wrapping around the front window now. Lol. She hasn't gotten to the flowers yet, but I think it will look lovely when she is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out yesterday, went to get something for dinner.  We ended up getting some chicken and a green pepper, and we bought some cake mix. So I made chicken and fried rice, and Sadie helped Chelle make the cake. it was a double layered golden cake, with chocolate icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we sat and watch movies all night, together. It was great. We had a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie doesn't like it when I have to go back to work.. She has to spend most of the night alone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-7674624054437022132?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7674624054437022132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=7674624054437022132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/7674624054437022132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/7674624054437022132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/09/greetings.html' title='Greetings...'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SM-6AZ645MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yco4kLD8GBE/s72-c/DSC04701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-3848773469082249161</id><published>2008-08-26T12:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:15:21.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is a dream we all deserve....</title><content type='html'>While talking to the girl whom i was talking to last night, I shall call her Laura for safety sake the situation she is in with an abusive living arrangement... she continues to tell me that she deserves to be beaten and raped, whenever she is at home and not at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: I know. it's an awful feeling to know that i can't do much more for you than talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;Laura: It ok I'm use to it now I have been getting beat and raped since I was 3 years old I deserve this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="column body"&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;...no you don't. that's me saying I deserved being raped when I was six, and that it was my fault this 40 year old man would sneak into my room at night while my mother slept, and I had to protect my three year old sister from him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't deserve it then, we don't deserve it now. We are worth so much more Laura. We deserve to be happy, and to be loved unconditionally. We deserve to have peace, and to wake up in the morning with a smile on our face, not fear in our hearts. We deserve to be able to go to bed and expect nothing but good dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We deserve a happy, uncomplicated life... We deserve this, YOU deserve this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="column body"&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now talking to her has made me think of a lot of things for myself. which i am happy that i have come as far as i have. I an proud of the person I am becoming. And proud at the amount of happiness I bring to just myself alone...&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/3052550392126546500-3848773469082249161?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3848773469082249161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=3848773469082249161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/3848773469082249161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/3848773469082249161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-hapiiness-you-can-catch.html' title='Happiness is a dream we all deserve....'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-1642012597515766476</id><published>2008-08-26T09:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:31:58.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sadie,</title><content type='html'>I helped a girl last night. Before i went to work. She's a survivor like us... and she needs help real bad. She wanted to commit suicide last night. But i manage to talk her out of it.. gave her some sense of hope, some how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in a bad situation, but she lives so faraway and I feel so helpless that I can't do anything else but talk to her, and help her get through the day... I don't know what else I can do for her other than tell her to find a way out, give her some numbers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's made it through the night alive, and that's all I can ask for i guess. She needs to take it one day at a time I know what that is like... it's what I've been doing for the last three years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, she can gain enough confidence to get herself out... I have faith that in time, she will learn that she is worth so much more than what she's been lead to believe. And that she deserves so much more in life than beatings and rape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can help her find the confidence she needs to help herself... but i can only be an ear to listen, and a shoulder to cry on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are proud of me Sadie... if it wasn't for you, i think I'd be hurting just as much right now... even though it has been so long since we got out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lindsay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-1642012597515766476?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1642012597515766476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=1642012597515766476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/1642012597515766476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/1642012597515766476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-sadie.html' title='Dear Sadie,'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-7991765283834589354</id><published>2008-08-13T03:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T03:34:10.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Ago...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so ladies and gents. it has been one year to the day that the Sadie project was born. Yes, today is Sadie's birthday. A special post will come later on today when she wakes up and we can celebrate it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it being a whole entire year, I thought to celebrate why not upload the official version of "&lt;a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/tunepak/674420"&gt;Inner Child's Suicide"&lt;/a&gt;. I'm also thinking that for a limited amount of time, streaming in the fan exclusive area, the self-titled song "Sadie" heard by no one except some special people. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall debate this amongst myself for a bit. If that sentence even made sense. Hahaha. I just spelt sense-sence...  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, since it is like 3:30 in the morning, I'm gonna go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've decided that I will upload the song "Sadie", but only until midnight tonight. Then I shall take it down. It's the one song that I've been saving for the last year. It still needs tweaks and I think I will re-record it, so it is just a demo now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, fan-exclusive means, that to listen to the whole song, you need to sign up for it. ;) But dont worry, it's not like you're selling your soul to me or anything! Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-7991765283834589354?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7991765283834589354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=7991765283834589354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/7991765283834589354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/7991765283834589354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-year-ago.html' title='One Year Ago...'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-2949126371427591517</id><published>2008-08-01T11:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:19:52.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Fridays....</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so i decided to add more to the new song. Lol. So far it's starting to sound amazing.  Although it's subject matter is rather sad, as is most of the Sadie project, ha ha. This song makes me feel some amazing positive energy. Although at the time when I wrote it, back when I was like 16 or 17,  I was in a very miserable spot, regardless what it looked like on the outside. I was angry, depressed, just completely miserable. I'm glad I'm not there anymore. At least at this moment in time. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this is what I will be doing for the next few days, working on this song, Inner Child's Suicide. I think I might change the name, but I'm not sure what to change it to, since that's exactly what the song is about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-2949126371427591517?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2949126371427591517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=2949126371427591517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/2949126371427591517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/2949126371427591517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleepy-fridays.html' title='Sleepy Fridays....'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-2170519742098464718</id><published>2008-07-31T14:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:05:47.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Simple Thursday...</title><content type='html'>Woot! So the song 'Inner Child's Suicide" has been re-recorded, edited and finished... for now. Lol, until I decide to change it. Haha. Now, I'm just debating on whether to upload it now, or later. So check in for that. I'm also trying to decide if I should have it as a fan exclusive or not. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the dollar store last week, and unfortunately for Sadie, we could not find a bug catching thingie. We will try dollarama though. We only went to the new dollar store. So They might still have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we took the dog outside, Sadie found herself a monarch butterfly. She didn't bring her butterfly net so she couldnt catch it. She was some what disappointed, but was pleased she got to see one. It doesn't really take much to please her. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-2170519742098464718?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2170519742098464718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=2170519742098464718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/2170519742098464718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/2170519742098464718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-simple-thursday.html' title='Another Simple Thursday...'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-1115323658601313615</id><published>2008-07-26T08:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:28:12.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartoons</title><content type='html'>We never made it to the dollar store yesterday. After doing my work I got too tired and fell asleep, until dinner. We all sat at the table in the backyard and had bbq pork chops. Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie is watching cartoons right now, I'm waiting for &lt;a href="http://www.naughtynaughtypets.com/"&gt;Naughty naughty pets&lt;/a&gt;, and then I would like to go to bed for a few hours, until Claire calls me about going to the bay front... there is this gay read a book show on, it's about a cow who reads stories to his little farm friends.. I'm going to mute it and wait for my shows to come on. Sadie will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while of drawing, me and Sadie began to paint a new picture. She loves painting. My picture is turning out quite nicely. I'd actually like to go out and buy some violet paint. I also need to get a floor easel... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie's a little sad because it's suppose to rain, and she really wants to go play in the garden. But the rain clouds are over us now and they're pretty dark...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-1115323658601313615?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1115323658601313615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=1115323658601313615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/1115323658601313615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/1115323658601313615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/cartoons.html' title='Cartoons'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-7544381895311104820</id><published>2008-07-25T08:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T08:58:22.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SInQYMcgRhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NWcAW9_xNFw/s1600-h/forgivemetat2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SInQYMcgRhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NWcAW9_xNFw/s400/forgivemetat2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226937956616390162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more and more I work on this music project of Sadie, the more and more I realize how scared I actually am of becoming anything more than what I am, "fame" wise. Of course, I'm not doing this for the fame, I am doing it because it is the way I am healing myself of a very traumatic experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, in my progress, I've established an "alter-ego" in the form of a little girl, who I am now "taking care of". Momma Bear says, it's re-parenting myself. I think it's the best way to heal, take care of the child who was hurt. So far, I have become accustomed to buying real things for Sadie, I refer to her as if she were an actual person. I draw pictures of her doing ordinary things. I write about her. I draw her everywhere. Sadie has become a "real" person for me, that I take care of. That I love, that I watch over. She's a blessing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the more I go on with my music project, the more scared I become, and there's no exact reason why.  I do this because I want to share my experiences, and show that as a Survivor, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; heal, somewhat. (No matter how much healing you do, it will never feel complete...) I feel there are no real cons to this entire thing, I think it's just my anxiety getting in the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SInRE4A1dFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S1LAdUSJ5TU/s1600-h/Zoey3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SInRE4A1dFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S1LAdUSJ5TU/s400/Zoey3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226938724225741906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Picture: My niece Zoey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sadie and I are going to the dollar store to pick up a few things today. Then we're going down to the Bayfront maybe, with Claire, to check out the artisan fair they have every weekend. Then Claire and i are possibly going to karaoke at TAPS. I should call and ask Ash if she wants to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're going to check and see if the new dollar store has Sadie's bug thingie she keeps asking for.. if not we'll have to walk over to dollarama and see if they still have them. She wants a bamboo fishing pole too for some reason.. she doesn't really like fishing.. or at least I think she doesn't. I dont I know that.. I guess the moment has never presented itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go camping with daddy this weekend. But I dont finish work until tomorrow morning, and they left yesterday.. Kind of sad he didn't ask. Sadie hasn't been camping yet, I think she'd love it. Maybe in August we can go...                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get my camera from Momma Bear, cause I'm going nuts without it... I have pictures of Sadie that I want to put up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now off to do some work and maybe me and Sadie will garden for a bit before I get to tired to do anything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-7544381895311104820?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7544381895311104820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=7544381895311104820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/7544381895311104820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/7544381895311104820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-and-more-i-work-on-this-music.html' title='Why really?'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SInQYMcgRhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NWcAW9_xNFw/s72-c/forgivemetat2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-1143410199508868604</id><published>2008-07-24T21:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:23:29.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SIkt4HtwhKI/AAAAAAAAADU/p6v5CjVh7os/s1600-h/DSC04627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SIkt4HtwhKI/AAAAAAAAADU/p6v5CjVh7os/s400/DSC04627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226759284707067042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few new pictures of Sadie, but unfortunately forgot my camera at Momma-Bear's when I was up there for a few days earlier this week. Sadie enjoyed playing with the baby, Lilia, who is like so big now. Lol. She's be five months on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie had enjoyed herself. We're going to get her little bug catcher thingie probably tomorrow, seeing as how I was to tired to do anything today. We have to get some shelves as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-1143410199508868604?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1143410199508868604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=1143410199508868604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/1143410199508868604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/1143410199508868604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-pictures-later.html' title='New Pictures Later'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SIkt4HtwhKI/AAAAAAAAADU/p6v5CjVh7os/s72-c/DSC04627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-3582515196881284645</id><published>2008-07-16T08:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:20:48.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining drops of Happiness</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a &lt;a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/tunepak/604491"&gt;new song&lt;/a&gt; added to the &lt;a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/sadie"&gt;reverbnation&lt;/a&gt; site. It's a demo, so it's only previewed, UNLESS you become an exclusive fan. ;)  So check it out my little bumble bees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and don't forget to join the mailing list. It keeps you updated through emails. Which make things a little bit easier for me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Update: I tried to put photos but it's being le gay for some reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining here right now. A thunder storm. Sadie likes thunderstorms. see likes to sit by the window and stare out and watch the rain. Sometimes if it's warm enough out, we'll go play out in the rain. She enjoys activities like that. I like to keep her occupied most of the time with such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't yet purchased a bug thingie, only because I keep forgetting. It's only a dollar at the dollar store so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she wants  a telescope now. She likes to watch the stars a lot, when she's supposed to be sleeping. A lot of the time I'll check in on her and find she's fallen asleep at the window. Quite the little angel really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to get another cat. Her name will be &lt;a href="http://www.briarglen.com/ragdolls/kittens/seal_point.jpg"&gt;Matilda&lt;/a&gt;. We'll see what happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-3582515196881284645?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3582515196881284645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=3582515196881284645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/3582515196881284645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/3582515196881284645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-everyone-theres-been-new-song-added.html' title='Raining drops of Happiness'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-6570447397385107005</id><published>2008-07-14T14:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:05:03.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>le sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SHuY9w04GCI/AAAAAAAAACM/8nfTOtsJiI8/s1600-h/DSC04627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SHuY9w04GCI/AAAAAAAAACM/8nfTOtsJiI8/s400/DSC04627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222936379712346146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slightly depressed today... have been since last night. Somewhat freaking out about moving on my own, somewhat freaked out about telling my mom that I'm starting to save up to move out. Makes me feel kinda sick to my stomach. I'm not very nice to myself when I'm by myself. Everyone says get a cat... they forget I have Spartacus, but... as much as I love him, he's a cat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie gets scared sometimes. she thinks I might leave her behind. Leave her alone... makes me kind of sad she would think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was out trying to catch butterflies with her new butterfly net yesterday... with no luck. But it's okay, she doesn't have a bug box thingie yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've some new plants, Sadie is quite excited by this. She keeps asking if we'll be able to have plants at the new place, if we move... I hope so, I tell her. Gardening, flowers, dirt, make me a little bit happier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to record more. I recorded one song, but I don't like the vocals much. There is always someone home, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I"m afraid to move on my own but complain cause there's always someone home... I don't get myself sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you could hear my "emo" sighs.... lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-6570447397385107005?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6570447397385107005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=6570447397385107005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/6570447397385107005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/6570447397385107005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/le-sigh.html' title='le sigh...'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SHuY9w04GCI/AAAAAAAAACM/8nfTOtsJiI8/s72-c/DSC04627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-2349109565332024965</id><published>2008-06-29T13:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T13:39:39.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back</title><content type='html'>So we're back online at home now. Whoo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really new to report regarding the music scene in this house. Lol. I think I'm taking a short break from Sadie. Though we did purchase a butterfly net thingie, so Sadie will just have to save up for a bug box thingie and then she'll be able to go out and catch butterflies. She's rather excited. Cant wait to capture it on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, going to bed now. Worked lastnight, and again tonight until wednesday. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-2349109565332024965?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2349109565332024965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=2349109565332024965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/2349109565332024965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/2349109565332024965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-8289534343241831166</id><published>2008-06-24T14:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T13:49:16.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Everybody!!!</title><content type='html'>So the internet is down for a while at the house and I have been lacking in money the last week. So I am trying to make it to  the computer as often as I can. I've currently taken a break from the Sadie project for now to gain some more perspective on my aspiring musical career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father had pointed out some good points about college and future things and it has gotten me to thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking about talking to Rob about beginning o look for band members as things need a kick start. I've discovered that I have not figured out my true stage, front singer extent as I have not performed with a band ever. I would like to begin performing full band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, things are actually not to bad. My garden is doing well, Sadie is quite happy with it and has named our new flowers, "Ruthie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;This is "Ruthie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SGfKtTh44uI/AAAAAAAAABU/yLTpgNzQ--w/s1600-h/ruthie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SGfKtTh44uI/AAAAAAAAABU/yLTpgNzQ--w/s400/ruthie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217361573017346786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-8289534343241831166?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8289534343241831166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=8289534343241831166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/8289534343241831166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/8289534343241831166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-everybody.html' title='Hello, Everybody!!!'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SGfKtTh44uI/AAAAAAAAABU/yLTpgNzQ--w/s72-c/ruthie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-8322865829391016682</id><published>2008-06-04T18:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:00:48.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Henry</title><content type='html'>Well Henry died. Sometime on the weekend. We found himbent over the side of the pot. It was very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wild flowers are growing faster than ever though. I'm pretty much convinced that Henry died cause he wasn't in the other pot with all the wild flowers. He just had a bunch of baby clovers to keep himself company. Sadie is very disstraught by the loss of her beloved plant. She is planning a plant funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No new progress on the songs yet. Trying to figure out what harmonies are needed and such. It's hard to do any recording when the entire world's population is in your house &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the time.&lt;br /&gt;I severely need to get myself a laptop, they're just sooo expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to buy me one, please feel free! ;) Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, Matthew Good concert on friday, sooooo excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-8322865829391016682?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8322865829391016682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=8322865829391016682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/8322865829391016682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/8322865829391016682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/rip-henry.html' title='RIP Henry'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-6925628318850769145</id><published>2008-06-02T16:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:45:13.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Ideas</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about piano parts to some Sadie songs. Unfortuantly I'm not really that good at playing the piano. There's no faking my way through that one. Lol. I just dont know anyone with any really good piano skills. It sucks that I have really good ideas, I just can't do anything with'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, woe unto me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-6925628318850769145?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6925628318850769145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=6925628318850769145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/6925628318850769145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/6925628318850769145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-ideas.html' title='Some Ideas'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-54652531512843776</id><published>2008-06-02T15:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:38:53.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Recording</title><content type='html'>So  I have a couple of songs that haven't been recorded yet. I wrote a new song yesterday, well technically, I wrote the words years ago, but yesterday worked it into a song. It's pretty powerful. I recorded it yesterday and now it's going through the editing process. So far it's sounding pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have at least two more songs that need to be recorded, so stay tuned for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie's plant Henry isn't doing to well. We're going to look for a ladder for him to climb, after all he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a climbing vine. Hopfully he gets better soon. He's starting to look a little dry. I've given up watering him in the middle of the day. Early morning and evening before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on Henry's progress later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wildflowers on the otherhand are doing rather well. Once they're big enough I will lant them in the ground, but I need to purchase some dirt first. Anone who wants to buy me some organic garden dirt i shall let you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-54652531512843776?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/54652531512843776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=54652531512843776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/54652531512843776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/54652531512843776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-to-recording.html' title='Back to Recording'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-1730528540924197471</id><published>2008-05-27T00:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:57:50.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Butterfly</title><content type='html'>One of Sadie's favourite things are butterflies. She likes to roam around the garden and try to catch them all the time. She likes how beautiful they are. I bought her a butterfly net the other day, but she wont use it until we get a bug box for her to put the butterfly in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SD37psW_maI/AAAAAAAAABM/HdDyu0_jpNk/s1600-h/DSC04361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SD37psW_maI/AAAAAAAAABM/HdDyu0_jpNk/s400/DSC04361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205593438010972578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-1730528540924197471?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1730528540924197471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=1730528540924197471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/1730528540924197471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/1730528540924197471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/05/butterfly.html' title='The Butterfly'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SD37psW_maI/AAAAAAAAABM/HdDyu0_jpNk/s72-c/DSC04361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-2754823538916730351</id><published>2008-05-23T19:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:22:07.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SDrpzcW_mXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JZ0Ti9SZDHU/s1600-h/DSC04356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SDrpzcW_mXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JZ0Ti9SZDHU/s400/DSC04356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204729389375265138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sadie were out in the garden this morning. We planted blue forget-me-nots, red poppies, baby's breath, snap dragons, and wild flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Our climbing vine, Henry, graduated from the nursery bed to a big-boy pot this morning as well. Sadie held a graduation ceremony for the nursery of 2008. Henry was the tallest of his class. ;)&lt;br /&gt;She was quite satisfied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-2754823538916730351?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2754823538916730351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=2754823538916730351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/2754823538916730351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/2754823538916730351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-garden.html' title='In the Garden'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SDrpzcW_mXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JZ0Ti9SZDHU/s72-c/DSC04356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052550392126546500.post-7830951907072579957</id><published>2008-05-13T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:41:34.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>This blog is under construction...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3052550392126546500-7830951907072579957?l=thesadieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7830951907072579957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3052550392126546500&amp;postID=7830951907072579957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/7830951907072579957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3052550392126546500/posts/default/7830951907072579957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesadieproject.blogspot.com/2008/05/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>Sadie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664789778030512100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dqfZ-YFgsI/SKKgDivYcsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KzggZ0ezIC4/s1600-R/Sadie%2Bnormal2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
