<?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-2620277086309743836</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:31:30.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Might Be About You</title><subtitle type='html'>"I thought it might be fun to write about my thoughts that are inspired by those who I am not in direct contact with, or am I? If I have something to say or if I would like to comment on something that someone has inspired, I'll post my thoughts here. Maybe I'm talking about YOU!"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620277086309743836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664054308031387634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5Y4ysb4ZUw/S6jnaJi2LYI/AAAAAAAAAwI/kHArL9v97Wo/S220/pic-nancy2-100.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620277086309743836.post-4713650345016534131</id><published>2012-01-31T15:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T16:04:12.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend Requests for the Elite?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OvbenU9zZUo/TyhXG0zdhyI/AAAAAAAABJY/iO1let8bsz4/s1600/Egypt%2BLEO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703904702830053154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OvbenU9zZUo/TyhXG0zdhyI/AAAAAAAABJY/iO1let8bsz4/s320/Egypt%2BLEO.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Want a sure-fire way to keep people away? Send them a "friend request" on Facebook! : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Maybe they'll still respond - time will tell. Maybe they're waiting till I become as well known as they...I don't have a radio show, nor have I written a book. Actually I turned down a radio interview about my "Spirit Art" - it's not what I wanted to do at the time, especially LIVE on air...I'm not a public speaker, per se. But those who are different than myself use their "mouths" to earn their money. I am not "mouthy." I paint and write and have a gift shop where I greet customers and friends and have spontaneous conversation. That's what I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I had an idea that may bring more customers into my shop, Three Lights Sanctuary. I have been approached by card readers who would like to do readings in my shop but I'm not okay with that because I've tried it before and didn't like the outcome. It didn't serve me well. The readers made $$$ but the people who had the readings didn't buy anything from me. So I thought about astrology and/or numerology. These are ancient sciences and I am interested in both. I thought if I had an astrologer or numerologist sit in my Sanctuary one Saturday during business hours, that they could strike up conversations with people who come into my shop and if they are interested, they could ask a question or two. It could serve both professional and myself as they may find clients and I may make sales. It was an idea that I would be comfortable with and so I decided to look up a few people on Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Because one person was a customer and was going to introduce me to her numerologist friend I looked them both up on Facebook and sent in a friend request...just to be friendly. I haven't heard from either yet. Yesterday I looked up an astrologer who is fairly local and sent her a long email explaining my idea and then found her on Facebook and sent her a friend request as well. I haven't heard from her yet. Maybe these ladies will connect with me in the future or maybe they won't.(I'm smiling - I don't care if they do or don't.) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am so passed wanting people to befriend me that now I look at it as a test. Now I know I do things to test people because I like to know what they are made of. And I find not only pleasure but also contentment, because I am happy I am not like them! : ) I am generous and friendly. I dislike cliques and I know as "birds of a feather flock together," so do these psychics and others in the new age field or famous authors. They get it in their minds that their success (some people would call it that) makes them more important than someone like myself who isn't widely well known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I learned that you have to play a game...you have to want fame and do whatever it takes to make a name for yourself. It's all in the name. Once you have a name, you ARE somebody...or so they must have thought before this point in time that they were nobodys! How awful is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My chosen lifestyle is exactly that...chosen. I like my small shop and small hours...it gives me an outlet and I am able to offer to people my art and spiritual writings and my gifts. However, my small hours are one reason I don't have the business necessary to make a lot of money. And that's why I started thinking of a way to get more people in while still being true to myself and my lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That is why I contacted an astrologer yesterday. Looking at their Facebook friends that they accepted, they have some of the same friends. :) And that is why I say that "friend requests" must be for the "elite." :) Well, that's not for me...I call people like that, snobs. They are the ones who want a select group of friends...no outsiders who don't stack up to whatever they use for a measuring stick! : ) I don't need a measuring stick to recognize people who are "small." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm good with this...I may have even prevented myself from interacting with those who work out of greed and fame. I'd love to have famous friends like IL DIVO, or Josh Groban, or Tom Brady (NE Patriot's quarterback). And this list could go on and on. But they see me as a fan...I am not in their close circle of friends. I would have to be a BIG SOMEBODY that they have heard of and want the company of. Well, let's get back down to Earth! :) Those are dreams...but I have my own dreams and they are coming to fruition. And as I write, I am more content than ever that I see people in their own truth...and I see the differences between them and me...and I'm good with it because I know they may be more well known, but what they don't realize is that I am "equal" with them. They just don't see it. They are no more important than I am in this world. I offer my own gifts to whomever I come in contact with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And so the world turns....and I am content to live another day, come what may.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620277086309743836-4713650345016534131?l=thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4713650345016534131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/friend-requests-for-elite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620277086309743836/posts/default/4713650345016534131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620277086309743836/posts/default/4713650345016534131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/friend-requests-for-elite.html' title='Friend Requests for the Elite?'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664054308031387634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5Y4ysb4ZUw/S6jnaJi2LYI/AAAAAAAAAwI/kHArL9v97Wo/S220/pic-nancy2-100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OvbenU9zZUo/TyhXG0zdhyI/AAAAAAAABJY/iO1let8bsz4/s72-c/Egypt%2BLEO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620277086309743836.post-7284561084264500422</id><published>2012-01-20T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T21:14:47.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Underbart ~ Lyckonskan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620277086309743836-7284561084264500422?l=thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7284561084264500422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/underbart-lyckonskan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620277086309743836/posts/default/7284561084264500422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620277086309743836/posts/default/7284561084264500422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/underbart-lyckonskan.html' title='Underbart ~ Lyckonskan!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664054308031387634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5Y4ysb4ZUw/S6jnaJi2LYI/AAAAAAAAAwI/kHArL9v97Wo/S220/pic-nancy2-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620277086309743836.post-1924940813495795763</id><published>2012-01-05T10:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:17:15.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice To See YOU Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wow! I had a dream about YOU last night! It was a surprise...it must be several years since I dreamt about YOU, and it was a very nice dream at that! : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I remember some things but the social outdoor occasion we were at was unfamiliar. People in their special places...I had a table of crystals on display and you came over to me to give me some good news about a painting of mine someone bought! I remember putting my hand around your neck and touching your hair and said, "You're taken." There was mention by you about a trip to Hawaii. : ) It was an odd dream but had some very "nice" moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In any case, it was wonderful seeing YOU again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620277086309743836-1924940813495795763?l=thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1924940813495795763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/nice-to-see-you-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620277086309743836/posts/default/1924940813495795763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620277086309743836/posts/default/1924940813495795763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/nice-to-see-you-again.html' title='Nice To See YOU Again!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664054308031387634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5Y4ysb4ZUw/S6jnaJi2LYI/AAAAAAAAAwI/kHArL9v97Wo/S220/pic-nancy2-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620277086309743836.post-8022592798279829943</id><published>2012-01-03T09:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T10:14:23.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The $6000 Ashtray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I had a dream about YOU last night, so while it's fresh in my mind I thought I should add it to my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;When we lived in Belleville, IL when my husband was in the military, I bought a green souvenir ashtray to have from Belleville. In the dream, it belonged to YOU. I was visiting and sitting at a wooden table in YOUR house with you and your wife. You had someone etch something in the top left corner of the ashtray, and while I was holding it looking closely at the engraving, I set it back on the table and it broke almost in half! Not good. It was to be a gift for or remembrance of a child and family member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It couldn't be replaced, so YOU and your wife wanted me to pay you $6000 for it as it was very special and now it was irreplaceable. We went back and forth and never came to an agreement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;There was another part to the dream...YOU were in my former home in Tennessee...I showed you our beautiful finished basement...I loved it...it was so impressive and YOU were in awe of it! : ) YOU noticed a collection of old record albums and were especially attracted to the Roy Orbison album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;That's all I remember...THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620277086309743836-8022592798279829943?l=thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8022592798279829943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/6000-ashtray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620277086309743836/posts/default/8022592798279829943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620277086309743836/posts/default/8022592798279829943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/6000-ashtray.html' title='The $6000 Ashtray'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664054308031387634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5Y4ysb4ZUw/S6jnaJi2LYI/AAAAAAAAAwI/kHArL9v97Wo/S220/pic-nancy2-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620277086309743836.post-5321911566790989847</id><published>2011-12-29T09:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T09:28:27.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You and Miss Kitty's Litter Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Well, it happened again today, as it has happened two or three times a week for a couple of years now. I think of you while I'm cleaning out Miss Kitty's litter box...and I have no idea why!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I actually wondered if you both have something about your personalities that are similar...I just don't know...is it where the box is located...maybe facing the direction, northwest, that draws my subconscious to you...where you live? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So I thought this would be a fun story to add to my new blog, "This Might Be About You," as it fits. So, all I can say is, as long as I have Miss Kitty, I'll be thinking about you! Till next time... : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620277086309743836-5321911566790989847?l=thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5321911566790989847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-and-miss-kittys-litter-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620277086309743836/posts/default/5321911566790989847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620277086309743836/posts/default/5321911566790989847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-and-miss-kittys-litter-box.html' title='You and Miss Kitty&apos;s Litter Box'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664054308031387634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5Y4ysb4ZUw/S6jnaJi2LYI/AAAAAAAAAwI/kHArL9v97Wo/S220/pic-nancy2-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620277086309743836.post-4843462045315169783</id><published>2011-12-26T10:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T10:24:31.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Christmas Greeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I checked your blog yesterday to see if you had posted a holiday photo and was so pleased to see your beautiful family surrounded by snowflakes! "She" is such a beautiful little girl and I loved the ribbon wrapped around the yet-to-be-opened gift! A Christmas blessing indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The best of everything to you all throughout 2012!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620277086309743836-4843462045315169783?l=thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4843462045315169783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/2011/12/your-christmas-greeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620277086309743836/posts/default/4843462045315169783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620277086309743836/posts/default/4843462045315169783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismightbeaboutyou.blogspot.com/2011/12/your-christmas-greeting.html' title='Your Christmas Greeting'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664054308031387634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5Y4ysb4ZUw/S6jnaJi2LYI/AAAAAAAAAwI/kHArL9v97Wo/S220/pic-nancy2-100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
