<?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-8751070543243435610</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:44:35.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnziecherelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751070543243435610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnziecherelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lynnzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379589635255575011</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/_tlUrm9oammY/SidF46Be8VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I5lUDOid5hE/S220/me10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751070543243435610.post-3093923375132516875</id><published>2009-09-26T00:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:21:04.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance Vs. Time</title><content type='html'>We as people have only a finite amount of days here on Earth. To which we do not know the extent. They may only accumulate to a few days or as much as 100 years. I hope an pray that we could all enjoy life that long. But if we were to put a limit on the time we had left, we would become completly more driven and focused. If someone had told us, or we could see for our own, how much time we have left we would cut the bs out and start to do things we always said we would. Rejoice in today and the chances that we have. Its one of the few guarantee's in life. There's not always going to be a tomorrow for us. So if you were to have 30 days left to live, what would you do? This is a broad summarization for me but I believe that we would live regret free. We would be more caring as people because we know that the clock was ticking.We would love the way we always said we would. We would make up for past mistakes if we could. We would experience life on a entirely different level. But isnt the clock already ticking on us? We don't know when the end is, so why are we not living so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of us have a bad case of the "somedays". I am no exclusion. "Someday" I will be happy, when I'm married. "Someday" when I'm married I will be happy when I have kids."Someday" when I have kids I will be happy when they are moved out. It's all rational but someday is never going to come. You don't ever want to waste your time. It's the most precious thing we have. You will never get the minutes or days that pass you by. The opportunities that lie in this will never be redeem either. People "waiting" to live are just wasting their time. Time is one of the few things that cannot be regained. The funny thing about all of this is that we are more upset with losing money than our time in life. If we were to lose 50 dollars, that is easily replaced mind you, we would panic. But when we lose time it goes by almost completly unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the most of everyday. Take some RISKS. Ya I said it that 5 letter word no one wants to hear in a "recession" . Dont play it safe. You'll be left standing on the sideline all your life. Is that what you want? When its all broken down in to something we can relate to like, if you only had 30 days to live. It becomes clear. Sometimes you just have to have a RIDICULOUS Faith. Maybe that's what we need is a ridiculous faith. Would you attempt to change someone's life? If you had 30 days to live you wouldnt care what it took. Who thought what of you. What you had and what you didnt. You would be living everyday enjoying it and finding more ways on top of that to enjoy it. Nothing would matter. You would do anything to be with the one you loved. You would love deeper. Nothing would stop you. And for the first time, time itself actually mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take advantage of the people in your life. You seriously could only have 30 days to love them. Take advantage of opportunities. Have a why not attitude. Be measured by the risks you take, atleast you took a chance. Wayne Gretsky said it best, "You miss 100 percent of the shots you never take." I used to be a risk vs reward kind of girl and would say go for it if the reward was greater. Well now I have become a risk vs time. One of the variables here cannot be measured. So in our problem there is no solution. So you must take the risks to experience some absolutely amazing things and people in life. Would you rather be known as a risk taker or a time waster. One of those people just "waiting" to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a challenge. A challenge to see where you could be, who you could be, or what you could experience. What would you do if you couldnt fail? Who would you help? Who would you be with if it wouldnt fail? What would you give up to gain everything? 2009 is going to bring a lot of opportunity and risk all at the same time, so take them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats keeping you from obtaining the things you so passionately want in life? I've been on this regret free kick for a lil while now. It started after the first of the year with a few Church services and some books that have been brought to my attention. Most recently though it has been the 'Miracle on the Hudson' that has brought it back full circle for me. For whatever reasons flight 1549 had to abort flight plans and crash land. Thankfully it crashed landed and came to rest in the Hudson River where all the passengers were rescued. The reasons I was provoked by this story was not in the heroics of the pilot, all due respect and great job, but in the people on board. In the few moments that they believed would be their last they began to pray. They grabbed friends and family that were onboard and told them they loved them. They took the hands of complete stangers to comfort them. Pure instict took over for them. They figured out what mattered most. God and people. The exact combination that is defined in the Bible to outlast everything. (Side note: even to a non believer, when you become TOTALLY honest with yourself, you have to admit that there is something more abundant and important that our life here.)&lt;br /&gt;So be brutally honest with yourselves, what's keeping your from living a regret free life? You have to know where you're going in life. When we know its time to leave and we have a direction we experience a peace and exude confidence. There's nothing worse than aimlessly wandering. No reason. Figure out what and who matter and/or never did. So build a foundation in life that will last. What better way than in the two things that will outlast all. God and people. Build in God because we will forever be taken care of. Build in people because the more you can enhance someones life the better of they will be. Create relationships and friendships that are at the core of your foundation. Find that someone to absolutely pour out your heart to. Why not, because our time here is limited anyways? When built in God and people you're not building a 'sand castle life'. Something that is washed away as if it had never existed. Build to last. In all occassions. Love to last. In all occassions. No one is ever good enough on their own. But don't get that twisted because we have to be driven and have the stability to enhance relationships, friendships and in general the qaulity of someone else's life. So make sure you have that foundation first.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that the time we have is temporary the things that matter most should be brought to light. Find that someone in life. Solidify your legacy. Find God. Find something beyond 'you' to believe in. Create a forever past forever in someone. Love in a relationship like we were indeed created to do. In His likeness. Finish what God 'gifted' you to do. Live boldly. Find that uncanny balance between living for today and living forever. We only have so many tomorrows left. Build that foundation with God and then entrust that into someone else. Enrich lives. Go get what you have been missing. No reason not too. When you have that RIDICULOUS faith, how can you fail? You could never be denied. Look around you for a second. We all have been blessed with some amazing people in our lives whether we know it or not. But if for some unknown reason they were to vanish quicker than they arrived, and you only had God. You would still have enough!&lt;br /&gt;To be continued........&lt;br /&gt;"I am convinced that it is not the fear of death, of our lives ending, that haunts our sleep so much as the fear... that as far as the world is concerned, we might as well never have lived."---Harold Kushner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751070543243435610-3093923375132516875?l=lynnziecherelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnziecherelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3093923375132516875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnziecherelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/chance-vs-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751070543243435610/posts/default/3093923375132516875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751070543243435610/posts/default/3093923375132516875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnziecherelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/chance-vs-time.html' title='Chance Vs. Time'/><author><name>Lynnzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379589635255575011</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/_tlUrm9oammY/SidF46Be8VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I5lUDOid5hE/S220/me10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751070543243435610.post-2134841356485116722</id><published>2009-06-11T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:48:38.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here are my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just what is love?I beleive in the verse 1Corinthians 13:4-7 of the bible...i feel this truely states what love is...however...im just writing down some of my thoughts about what i think love may be.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, and your voice is caught within your chest? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It isn't love, it's like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am i right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It isn't love, it's lust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are you proud, and eager to show them off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It isn't love, it's luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you want them because you know they're there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It isn't love, it's loneliness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are you there because it's what everyone wants? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It isn't love, it's loyalty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t isn't love, it's low confidence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don't want to hurt them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It isn't love, it's pity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It isn't love, it's infatuation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you pardon their faults because you care about them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It isn't love, it's friendship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then its love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Does your heart break when they're sad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then it's love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you hurt for their pain, even when they're strong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then it's love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do their eyes see your true heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then its love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do they know you so well it hurts? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then it's love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Would you sacrafice anything in your world for the better of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then its Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then it's love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then it's love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Would you give them your heart, your life, your death? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then it's love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What happens when everyone else in this world has abandoned you, except them?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then its Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you never give up, through the worst of times and the best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then its love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When the good times you have together out weigh all the mistakes and fights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then its Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Does your heart melt when they look into your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then thats love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do the small things they say and do, add up to be the reasons you care about them most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then thats love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is it when youre so comfortable with someone you can just sit it pure silence, and know exactly how each other feels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then its Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is it when you fight, but call back 2 minutes later just to make sure everythings okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then its love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is it when you look so ugly the morning after you guys wake up together, yet he doesnt care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then its love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is it when he thinks you are beautiful even without makeup &amp;amp; without cute clothes on?Then its Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That thing, that moment when you know nothing else in the world could ever possibly matter.......Then its Love :) &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751070543243435610-2134841356485116722?l=lynnziecherelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnziecherelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2134841356485116722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnziecherelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751070543243435610/posts/default/2134841356485116722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751070543243435610/posts/default/2134841356485116722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnziecherelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Lynnzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379589635255575011</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/_tlUrm9oammY/SidF46Be8VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I5lUDOid5hE/S220/me10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751070543243435610.post-8720412447224561776</id><published>2009-06-03T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:59:57.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeating the Old Me</title><content type='html'>Somehow you managed to disarm me. I tore down those walls, just so you could see me. You broke me down, something no one else could do. But i surrendered to you. It felt so good to let someone inside. To see who i really was.. To share those secrets i wont tell to anyone else. It took me time, but you managed to bomb my barricades. Some people say, "Love is like war". And i beleive that.But in my own way. I surrendered my weapons to you. You defeated the old me. You managed to kill the fighting army around my heart. The army that wouldnt believe anyones bullshit, or let anyone tresspass through those walls. Not only did you defeat me but you won by a long shot.You managed to steal my heart before i could steal yours. Instead of taking over a country, you invaded my heart. Some say war is one of the most terrible things to ever happen. I believe when it brings peace, it is a successful war. And you have won this "war of love"...because you have brought me not only peace, but love, hapiness, and hope. Something that i could have not found alone, not in the state of mind i was in. You've killed my fighting army, you've bombarded my barriers, and you've stole my heart, and that is something i thank you for---for defeating the old me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751070543243435610-8720412447224561776?l=lynnziecherelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnziecherelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8720412447224561776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnziecherelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/defeating-old-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751070543243435610/posts/default/8720412447224561776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751070543243435610/posts/default/8720412447224561776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnziecherelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/defeating-old-me.html' title='Defeating the Old Me'/><author><name>Lynnzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379589635255575011</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/_tlUrm9oammY/SidF46Be8VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I5lUDOid5hE/S220/me10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751070543243435610.post-6145488706900957412</id><published>2009-06-03T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:28:27.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just want to have fun, be happy, work hard, and surround myself with REAL, genuine, fun, loving people who appreciate me, and everything they have. Things really do happen for a reason, and I’ve found that things have to get worse before they can get better. The ups and downs in my life have only made me stronger, and I’ve realized that without the pains in life you could never truly appreciate the good things and the amazing people you are blessed with. NOBODY is perfect and we all make mistakes, but only the strong can learn from them and strive to be better people. “There is agony in betrayal, but there is endless beauty in forgiveness.” Be yourself. No matter what you WILL GET HATED ON throughout your life. Others will always try to bring you down because of jealousy, insecurity, whatever. All that does is make you a stronger, more independent person who has MUCH more to offer than those who bring you down. Throughout my relationships and friendships I’ve learned that actions really do speak louder than words. Trust your own intuition when you feel someone is being fake, manipulative, or conniving…because it’s usually right. People can talk all they want, but until they SHOW you how they feel then it really means nothing. “When someone seems too good to be true, they usually are.” If someone really cares for you then showing you should be effortless, NOT an obligation. I try to seek beauty in everything now. Try to find the inner beauty in others and realize that everyone makes mistakes. Everyone has a past, and there’s nothing that can ever change that. Strive to be a better person everyday and live to be happy. If something or someone causes you pain, then try to move and realize it’s their loss if they don’t appreciate you until it’s too late. With me what you see isn’t what you get…what you get is so much more that what you already see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751070543243435610-6145488706900957412?l=lynnziecherelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnziecherelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6145488706900957412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynnziecherelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751070543243435610/posts/default/6145488706900957412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751070543243435610/posts/default/6145488706900957412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnziecherelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/me.html' title='ME'/><author><name>Lynnzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15379589635255575011</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/_tlUrm9oammY/SidF46Be8VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I5lUDOid5hE/S220/me10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
