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on my mind today

I know I haven't been blogging a whole lot. (Sorry mom). I'm sick and there's nothing to blog about when you're home on the couch watching Oprah. 

Today I got up up to do the dishes but first I put my music on. I picked my Adele Station (on Pandora) and an unfamiliar song came on.
I've Got A Woman by Ray Charles
Ya, I'm young, I'm sad to say I wasn't even sure who he was. Don't worry I did my research. 
 So as the song went on I noticed some of the lyrics were from another song. I thought, "hey, that copy cat". 
And then I saw that this song came out in the year 1954. Kanye West is the real copy cat here (his song, Gold Digger came out in 2006). By the way, I put the Glee version of this song up because Kanye is a nasty perverted man and I didn't want him on my blog. The songs are so different. It's funny to see how different some men view women as time goes on. 

I know there are many copy cats out there and another one I found is from a pretty well known song (amongst teens) called Whatcha Say by Jason Derulo. (This is for you Shushan, Humphrey and Rebecca).
The real artist behind this song is Imogean Heap. The original song is called Hide and Seek, it's really weird. (You're gonna want to skip to 2:50 and prepare to be amazed). 
And that's what's on Sarah's mind today. Thanks for reading. :) 


  1. Hi Sarah, I was going to email you but I forgot thatyou changed your email, I know it has hendrickson in it . . . but that is it. Hay I just got a message that said we should not post whole tutorials on our own blog- your cute flip flop post from make it and love it. It is fine to do a picture and link back but to post a whole tutorial you have to have the original blog authors permission. Just for future reference:)
    You can delete this message if you don't want it on your blog.
    I hope you are doing well and I loved your post about marriage. Hope you are feeling better now!


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