<?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-326718420504566513</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:43:56.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've learned...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326718420504566513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nikolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977786527091263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjtO5GQnpUs/SWqaY5HVw2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/s_0gdWY1HmY/S220/HAPPY.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326718420504566513.post-642558027920347314</id><published>2009-03-15T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:29:32.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of inspiration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;font-size:6;color:#ff8000;"&gt;           &lt;a name="IT COULDN'T BE   DONE" target="_top"&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;It Couldn't be Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;           &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Edgar Guest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/b&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;font-size:130%;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;font-size:130%;"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;           &lt;a href="http://www.whitedovebooks.co.uk/inspiration/poems.htm#IF" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.whitedovebooks.co.uk/poems/inspiration/inspiration_toc.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;font-size:130%;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;font-size:130%;"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody said that it            couldn't be done,&lt;br /&gt;          But, he with a chuckle replied&lt;br /&gt;          That "maybe it couldn't" but he would be one&lt;br /&gt;          Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin&lt;br /&gt;          On his face. If he worried he hid it.&lt;br /&gt;          He started to sing as he tackled the thing&lt;br /&gt;          That couldn't be done, as he did it.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;&lt;br /&gt;          At least no one we know has done it";&lt;br /&gt;          But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,&lt;br /&gt;          And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,&lt;br /&gt;          Without any doubting or quiddit,&lt;br /&gt;          He started to sing as he tackled the thing&lt;br /&gt;          That couldn't be done, and he did it.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,&lt;br /&gt;          There are thousands to prophesy failure;&lt;br /&gt;          There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,&lt;br /&gt;          The dangers that wait to assail you.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          But just buckle right in with a bit of a grin,&lt;br /&gt;          Just take off your coat and go to it;&lt;br /&gt;          Just start to sing as you tackle the thing&lt;br /&gt;          That cannot be done, and you'll do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:Elephant;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"   &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326718420504566513-642558027920347314?l=butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com/feeds/642558027920347314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-bit-of-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326718420504566513/posts/default/642558027920347314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326718420504566513/posts/default/642558027920347314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-bit-of-inspiration.html' title='A little bit of inspiration...'/><author><name>Nikolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977786527091263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjtO5GQnpUs/SWqaY5HVw2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/s_0gdWY1HmY/S220/HAPPY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326718420504566513.post-3098755503214619594</id><published>2009-03-11T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:19:57.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The moments we take for granted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I went to a meeting today, on my drive there it hit me. We do a little too much of what we do, on 'automatic'. I practiced what I learned in hot-yoga last night ~ the breathing slowly~ observing my breathe part. As I drove I looked around and lowered my radio. The music softened and I observed the beautiful greenery that followed along my drive. What do we miss each day? How many of us drive the same route each day but can't point out 3 spectacular parts about our drive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My love is small people, I love having babies around because they force me to appreciate everything. You build a tent with two chairs and a sheet from a bed and they're smiling ear to ear. Why does it take adults so much to smile? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The green grass, blue sky, stars that form the milky way. They're all beautiful and simple. When all else man made fails, we always have grass, a sky, stars and so many real reasons to smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326718420504566513-3098755503214619594?l=butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com/feeds/3098755503214619594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com/2009/03/moments-we-take-for-granted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326718420504566513/posts/default/3098755503214619594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326718420504566513/posts/default/3098755503214619594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com/2009/03/moments-we-take-for-granted.html' title='The moments we take for granted...'/><author><name>Nikolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977786527091263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjtO5GQnpUs/SWqaY5HVw2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/s_0gdWY1HmY/S220/HAPPY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326718420504566513.post-8193736682726351277</id><published>2009-01-28T18:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:26:34.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The GUILT thing...</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if it's strictly a bi-product of being a daughter to Greek parents (yes, I am Greek-Canadian). In my culture there seems to be one enormously popular way of getting your point across. It's called... Guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder? Is this something common to all cultures-ethnicities-beyond? Or am I over-sensitive to the multi bundles of guilt I receive daily from those that love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore the people closest to me, I absolutely adore them. I am also averse to them telling me what to do,  how to live, what to think, what to say. I HATE authority that is oppressive and would all but collapse, literally dissolve in my skin if I lived in a dictatorship. As a child I knew the rules but preferred to NOT ask for permission but typically ask for an apology if I upset my parents... lol... I was a happy kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe. Yes, back to guilt. Why do people use it? I find myself using it from time to time and then being disgusted with myself, like why use it if I hate it? Is that the only way we can get others to work with us? through making them feel like complete POO? There has to be a better way, to be literally effective and NOT toxic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've distanced myself from the friends that did it, I can't distance myself from the family I adore. Someone please tell me? What works? Tell me so I can tell a certain few people the better way to get me to do what they want... I'm not gonna lie, guilt is and always will be toxic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326718420504566513-8193736682726351277?l=butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com/feeds/8193736682726351277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com/2009/01/guilt-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326718420504566513/posts/default/8193736682726351277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326718420504566513/posts/default/8193736682726351277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com/2009/01/guilt-thing.html' title='The GUILT thing...'/><author><name>Nikolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977786527091263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjtO5GQnpUs/SWqaY5HVw2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/s_0gdWY1HmY/S220/HAPPY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326718420504566513.post-7910579978200465002</id><published>2009-01-19T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:05:04.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rules..... Woman to Woman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of the great lessons the women in my family have taught me...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;a) Be the kind of friend you want to HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;b) Stand up for your girlfriends no matter what others say, solidarity outlasts any selling out and you'd want them to do the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;c) Give a fair heads up when you think a fellow lady is stepping in the wrong direction- a warning is a nice UH OH, but if a woman/lady chooses to step out the lesson and fall is all hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;d) Don't say I told you so, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter how good it feels&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;e) Put yourself in another persons shoes and you might not be so quick to judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;f) You are who you are, not what you wear or what you own or where you got it or where you grew up. Just you so make YOU enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;g) You teach people how to treat you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;h) You're mom usually has a point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;i) It's never right to get in the middle of another persons relationship, be it their friendship, love relationship, familial relationship-&lt;em&gt;STAY OUT&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;j) Think BEFORE you speak. It might save a lot of tears, regrets and apologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;k) What you mean, should coincide with WHAT YOU SAY....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;l) If people don't like you, like LOTS of people, it's usually not them= it's you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;m) Denial is only fun when you end up completely losing your memory because eventually it bitch slaps you, yes it does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;n) Gratitude. How many of us really understand the value of a good friend? or thank them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;o) knowing you could lose it in a second, everything, all of it. Enjoy the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;p)Everyone, YES EVERYONE, should read a few self help books in their lives. Only Jesus is perfect. Get on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;q) We are NO FUN to be around when we PMS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326718420504566513-7910579978200465002?l=butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com/feeds/7910579978200465002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com/2009/01/rules-woman-to-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326718420504566513/posts/default/7910579978200465002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326718420504566513/posts/default/7910579978200465002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com/2009/01/rules-woman-to-woman.html' title='The rules..... Woman to Woman...'/><author><name>Nikolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977786527091263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjtO5GQnpUs/SWqaY5HVw2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/s_0gdWY1HmY/S220/HAPPY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326718420504566513.post-2180501527996545845</id><published>2009-01-11T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:14:57.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if she's just not that into HIM?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't help but notice something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wait, before I go on... This might be a bi-product of the industry that I'm in. I work in marketing so I am accutely observant of the daily messages, bill boards, mediums, not so loud messages that are spread throughout my world. We are free to think as we please and behave within reason as we must, but the rules that aren't written are literally everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Improve yourself, ladies- if you're slimmer, younger, more hydrated, happier, tougher but more feminine and not so smart but smarter than you look= you might get married before people start asking you why you aren't married (tisk tisk, you poor thing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As the movie trailers are hitting the airwaves for the soon-to-be SMASH hit "He's just not that into you" I have to say.... What if she's just not that into him? Where's the book that talks about the men we've uhm.. Kicked to the curb for lack of better words because we weren't that interested in? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I might have to write it. Representing all of the ladies out there who aren't needy, clue-less or chasing after men who actually may have dumped their own share. Maybe I'll share with the male masses what we think about drunk dials, how they freak out when you say you aren't interested and what gross toe nails really do to our appetite. It's not hot. Just because you're a man doesn't mean you have a get out of jail card-all access pass  and are no matter what attractive. Nope. Doesn't work that way. We're just not that into it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So to the ladies out there who are going to see that movie (yes I'm going to watch it too- afterall I didn't say I wasn't curious) - please do me this favour? Just remember you are what you think you are. If you think you are powerful beyond measure, ready to take on the world and completely loveable? You better believe the world will see it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326718420504566513-2180501527996545845?l=butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com/feeds/2180501527996545845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-if-shes-just-not-that-into-him.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326718420504566513/posts/default/2180501527996545845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326718420504566513/posts/default/2180501527996545845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfliesaremeanttofly.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-if-shes-just-not-that-into-him.html' title='What if she&apos;s just not that into HIM?'/><author><name>Nikolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977786527091263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sjtO5GQnpUs/SWqaY5HVw2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/s_0gdWY1HmY/S220/HAPPY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
