<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314</id><updated>2009-10-16T15:49:15.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day N The Sun</title><subtitle type='html'>Twenty something seeking friendship.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-1748506433608779749</id><published>2007-06-07T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T09:15:35.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a test!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UoOmYU4hsUo/RmgE6hwbx5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xxwqRBRR_O0/s1600-h/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073310383773304722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UoOmYU4hsUo/RmgE6hwbx5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xxwqRBRR_O0/s320/jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/14112314-1748506433608779749?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/1748506433608779749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=1748506433608779749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/1748506433608779749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/1748506433608779749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-test.html' title='This is a test!!'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UoOmYU4hsUo/RmgE6hwbx5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xxwqRBRR_O0/s72-c/jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-115124332998717186</id><published>2006-06-25T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T09:48:50.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/images.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love to look at this picture.  It reminds me of a morning in the country.  There looks to be a guy in the photo and he is standing in the sunlight.  What a beautiful view to see, I am sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-115124332998717186?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/115124332998717186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=115124332998717186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/115124332998717186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/115124332998717186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-to-look-at-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-113804412969079581</id><published>2006-01-23T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T14:48:14.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tankin it Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/photographer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/photographer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying calm in front of the camera is a difficult timidity, such a life for many famous celebs. How can they keep the composure? Help! They must be screaming inside when the papazzi confront them on the streets. It is a lifestyle that is not appealing to me. A picture taken tells a million stories. Encompassing the moment is a talent that must be learned, yet something natural too. Is this true that one can push a moment? This is something of a artform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-113804412969079581?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/113804412969079581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=113804412969079581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/113804412969079581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/113804412969079581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2006/01/tankin-it-easy.html' title='Tankin it Easy'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-113910084337125794</id><published>2006-02-04T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T20:30:01.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Namaste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/sunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;            Hei, Sunflower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;It is a shame that I have not wanted to write,  but it is not without regret.  I have been busy with projects and upcoming posts.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Peaceful mountain pose.  Cobra is nice.  Downward Dog into plank pose leads to deep breathing, relaxing, breaths of freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/sunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/sunny.jpg" alt="" 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/14112314-113910084337125794?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/113910084337125794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=113910084337125794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/113910084337125794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/113910084337125794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2006/02/namaste.html' title='Namaste.'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-113777801464372731</id><published>2006-01-20T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:26:54.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the @*%%^76</title><content type='html'>So I am, in a restaurant (a casual place) and I am alone. Just then a couple walk in the place and have a seat next to where I am. Only minding my own business I continue eating my early lunch. Chewing slowly in order to enjoy the food more. Meanwhile this couple(male and female) chatting away over time together. Oh, did I forgot to mention the guy is talking on his cell phone at the exact time he is keeping a conversation with his date. So, i just sit and observe and wait to see when she will tell him to go to H**. I mean how rude is that to have a guy on the phone in the middle of lunch. My nerve I would have to say something. The facts though this day and age folks are always being rude to the ones of us in front of them. If we can not respect those in front of our eyes how are we suppose to have any respect for the person on the other end of the wire. Come on, think about it for a minute.. We are having such conversations with different types throught the computer or on the phone and yet we don't know what they look like. So back to the story in that restaurant with me eating alone and the couple that's doomed by the cellphone. The guy is sitting talking some stuff of a meeting and the woman just sits polietly waiting for the food. Looking around like a lost doe she stares at the walls with a look of abandonment. Silly girl, I am staring at her intensely. Kinda want to tell her I understand but don't to avoid any type of conflict. So, they eat lunch and leave I am feeling a little like where am I in all this. What would I do if I sat in her position? How could you be polite without coming off rude? Those questions will ponder me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-113777801464372731?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/113777801464372731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=113777801464372731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/113777801464372731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/113777801464372731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-76.html' title='What the @*%%^76'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-113154161912630698</id><published>2005-11-09T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:07:14.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/absolute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/absolute.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/14112314-113154161912630698?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/113154161912630698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=113154161912630698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/113154161912630698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/113154161912630698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-113150351148411826</id><published>2005-11-08T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:37:21.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed!</title><content type='html'>It is that time of the year again!  Time for good food and punched drink and lots to be thank ful for.   I am talking about the holiday season just when you thought I hide under a rock I am back and trying to make time to visit.  So if you forgot about me and you want to know what ever happened to Ole Sunflower,  I want to hear about it.  Don't be shy.....and while you are here let me know when your favorite holiday is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-113150351148411826?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/113150351148411826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=113150351148411826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/113150351148411826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/113150351148411826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/11/blessed.html' title='Blessed!'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-113007415986087896</id><published>2005-10-23T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:29:19.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouth watering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/muffaletta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/muffaletta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/Etoufee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/Etoufee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/beinets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/beinets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a beinet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH, if you haven't they are so yum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only place that I have had one was in the French Quarter, New Orleans. If you have ever visited New Orleans you will know it is a great place of different foods. Crawfish Etouffee is out of this world the BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also if you go to the French Quarter you HAVE TO TRY the Muffaletta.  With all of the destruction caused in that region I don't recommend going now for dinner but I say that if you happen to be going passed there, that you stop for some GOOD EATS.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-113007415986087896?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/113007415986087896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=113007415986087896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/113007415986087896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/113007415986087896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/10/mouth-watering.html' title='Mouth watering'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-112817202992136737</id><published>2005-10-01T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T09:07:09.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's House</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been stung by a bee?&lt;br /&gt;  I happened to remember my first time being ever stung by a bee.  When I was struck by the bumble bee I was the age of 9 years visiting my grandma on her farm land in the deep country.  I always loved going to Grandmas house because she had so many places to discover and I loved to be the explorer going in the chicken coop or poking around the barn in interesting places.  The smell of the hay brings me into euphoria and I can’t forget the smell of the chickens.  Being of the curious nature, I elude away from the house.  So a bee stinging me that day I must have been up to no good or was about to be up to trouble.  As I recall, I was very curious that day I remember sitting in my uncle’s truck with the windows down waiting for a ride when all of a sudden ÖUCH” that hurt, No it was more like OOOOOOOOOOUUUUUCCCCH!!!!!  TTTHHAAATT HHUUUUUUURRRT!!!!!!.....  If I would have known it what it felt like (the bees sting)…. I would think I had got stung by a bee before but I hadn’t. Boy, did I swell after that and not only was my brother there; he made sure the tail of this bee was not stuck in my arm.  Being younger than me he some how knew what to do?  By the way after that I was on the look out for incoming enemies of bumble bees because after it happens once you know the experience and try to avoid it next time.  Gees I think I even shed a tear but I was only nine and that bee sting hurt.   My writing was inspired by the book “Out of Control” by Kevin Kelly  &lt;br /&gt;His writings are inspired by the coming of age technology overriding the nature of creation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-112817202992136737?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/112817202992136737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=112817202992136737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112817202992136737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112817202992136737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/10/grandmas-house.html' title='Grandma&apos;s House'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-112776061840572373</id><published>2005-09-26T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:50:18.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Sunflower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/bulbman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/bulbman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to all who have missed me.   I have been terribly busy, much has happened in the last few weeks.  Not only have I started college and working but I have had to prepare for hurricanes.  So if anyone missed me I would love to know.   Just wanted to say that I am still ALIVE and WELL and ready to blog some more.  I will in the next couple days post something REALLY COOL so look out for some new stuff.&lt;br /&gt; Love Ya, Sunflower&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-112776061840572373?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/112776061840572373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=112776061840572373&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112776061840572373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112776061840572373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-name-is-sunflower.html' title='My name is Sunflower'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-112691434550699158</id><published>2005-09-16T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T20:06:02.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My daily workout Yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/d.austin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/d.austin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If working out leaves you feeling hungry, beware. Those post-exercise munchies can add up! To prove it, researchers from the University of Ottawa divided study subjects into three groups — those who had just exercised intensely, those who had just exercised moderately, and those who didn't exercise at all. The researchers then asked the three groups to eat as much as they'd like from a lunch buffet.&lt;br /&gt;They found that those who exercised ate more than those who didn't — roughly the same amount of calories they had just burned! They speculate that the body subconsciously "keeps track" of calories burned and tries to stay even, regardless of how much stored fuel — aka fat — the body already has on board!&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean you should skip your workout or starve yourself after, though! The key is to be aware of this effect and to choose what you munch on wisely, the experts say. So reach for a low-fat/low-calorie carbohydrate and protein combo — like yogurt with fresh fruit or half a peanut butter sandwich on whole-wheat bread — after you exercise. Doing so will take the edge off your hunger without undoing all your hard work! "  -Denise Austin&lt;br /&gt;Since I was very young my mother was encouraged by her optimistic nature. After having two babies and being in her 40s Denise Austin is keeping the ball rolling. She not only does aerobics anymore but she incorporates dance, yoga, pilates, and tai chi in all her routines. Every Monday through Friday I watch Denise Austin from 7am to 8am on Lifetime Channel. I like to listen to her encouraging words of wisdom and helpful tips from eating to exercising the right way. I am walking proff that it works and want you to try it too. Exercising is one thing you can do for your body and your body will thank you for it. I truely can't understand why no one would not want to exercise but if you want to see a change, then try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-112691434550699158?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/112691434550699158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=112691434550699158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112691434550699158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112691434550699158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-daily-workout-yeah.html' title='My daily workout Yeah!'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-112644817994869077</id><published>2005-09-11T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T19:35:46.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Telephones today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/radio%20man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="112" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/radio%20man.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you noticed these days people depend on the technology of computers to function. Kids of 2years old are introduced to cell phones before they can even begin to talk. I see many that would not be able to work with out a cell phone. I had a job where it was nessary to have two cell phones to keep up with my work. Numerious batteries and backup phone chargers were a necessity to get through the day smoothly. During a single day I would use up a battery charged and have to change batteries while charging the other one. Traveling with a big black book with all my numbers and addressses have been replaced with handhelds. All the companies give me email confirmation to my orders within days. Nothing is face to face like it was when I was younger, but impersonal by mail order or mass production sales. Smaller businesses today have bigger corporations with more resources putting them out of businness. Expanding corporations must extend international to make it BIG. If you don't change with the changing markets you will not survive with the thriving BLUR of tomarrow. Many instances if you have more to offer for the same product but for lesser price the consumer will have no choice but take the better offer. With companies like Walmart, Home Depot, Whole Foods Market look at polls for their products or region on polls of consumer demand. My idea today is a reflection on a world that is a everchanging place of new ideas and florishing plans of expansions. New companies walking into the horizon of the new dawn of the new world.  Just opening my eyes to a forever of infinity of possibilites with a frontier of adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-112644817994869077?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/112644817994869077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=112644817994869077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112644817994869077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112644817994869077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/09/telephones-today.html' title='Telephones today?'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-112690921269693103</id><published>2005-09-16T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T18:20:12.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY DANIELLE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/ribbon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/ribbon1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Danielle and Audrey!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;From Rachel and Bella!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-112690921269693103?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/112690921269693103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=112690921269693103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112690921269693103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112690921269693103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-danielle.html' title='HEY DANIELLE!!!!!!'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-112645107956038145</id><published>2005-09-11T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T11:04:39.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/ribbom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/ribbom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This candle was lit on the 11th of September 2001.  Please pass it on so it may continue to shine.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle it gains greater brillance. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-112645107956038145?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/112645107956038145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=112645107956038145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112645107956038145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112645107956038145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-candle-was-lit-on-11th-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-112644952493417181</id><published>2005-09-11T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T10:38:44.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/usa%20flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/usa%20flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As the soot and dirt and ash rained down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We became one color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As we carried each other down the stairs of the burning building, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We became one class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As we lit candles of waiting and hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                             &lt;strong&gt;We became one generation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                           As the firefighters and police officers fought their way into the inferno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                              &lt;strong&gt;We became one gender.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                            As we fell to our knees in prayer, for strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                             &lt;strong&gt;We became one faith.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                            &lt;/strong&gt;As we whispered or shouted words of encourgement,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                             &lt;strong&gt;We spoke one language. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                             As we gave blood in lines a mile long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                             &lt;strong&gt;We became one body.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                            As we mourned together the great loss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                            &lt;strong&gt;We became one family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                            &lt;/strong&gt;As we cried tears of grief and loss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                             &lt;strong&gt;We became one soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                            &lt;/strong&gt;As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of hereos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                             &lt;strong&gt;We became one people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                       We are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                   &lt;/strong&gt;   ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                                                     ()&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                          One color       / /    One class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                  One generation             One gender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                     One faith                        One language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                     One body                            One family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                           One soul                     One people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We are the POWER OF ONE.  We are UNITED, We are AMERICA.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dedicated to the victims of terroism and the loved ones that lost ones because of the terroism.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-112644952493417181?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/112644952493417181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=112644952493417181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112644952493417181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112644952493417181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-112631622781888016</id><published>2005-09-09T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T21:40:39.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish Games by Jewel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/Jewel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/Jewel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="FoolishGames"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took your coat off and stood in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;You were always crazy like that&lt;br /&gt;I watched from my window,&lt;br /&gt;always felt I was outside looking in on you&lt;br /&gt;You were always the mysterious one&lt;br /&gt;with dark eyes and careless hair,&lt;br /&gt;You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care&lt;br /&gt;Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;besides some comment on the weather&lt;br /&gt;Well in case you failed to notice,&lt;br /&gt;In case you failed to see,&lt;br /&gt;This is my heart bleeding before you,&lt;br /&gt;This is me down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;These foolish games are tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;You thoughtless words are breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;You were always brilliant in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Smoking your cigarettes, talking over coffee&lt;br /&gt;You philosophies on art, Baroque moved you,&lt;br /&gt;You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones&lt;br /&gt;As I clumsily strummed my guitar&lt;br /&gt;You'd teach me of honest things&lt;br /&gt;Things that were daring, things that were clean&lt;br /&gt;Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean&lt;br /&gt;So I hid my soiled hands behind my back&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the line I must've gone off track with you&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who gave a damn,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody more like myself&lt;br /&gt;These foolish games are tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;You thoughtless words are breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;You took off your coat and stood in the rain&lt;br /&gt;you were always like that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-112631622781888016?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/112631622781888016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=112631622781888016&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112631622781888016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112631622781888016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/09/foolish-games-by-jewel.html' title='Foolish Games by Jewel'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-112589614186806246</id><published>2005-09-05T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T00:55:41.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNABEL LEE</title><content type='html'>ANNABEL LEE&lt;br /&gt;by Edgar Allan Poe (1849)&lt;br /&gt;It was many and many a year ago,    In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know    By the name of ANNABEL LEE;-- And this maiden she lived with no other thought    Than to love and be loved by me.&lt;br /&gt;She was a child and I was a child,    In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love--    I and my Annabel Lee-- With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven    Coveted her and me.&lt;br /&gt;And this was the reason that, long ago,    In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud by night    Chilling my Annabel Lee; So that her high-born kinsman came    And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre    In this kingdom by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,    Went envying her and me:-- Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,    In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling    And killing my Annabel Lee.&lt;br /&gt;But our love it was stronger by far than the love    Of those who were older than we--    Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in Heaven above,    Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--&lt;br /&gt;For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,    In her sepulchre there by the sea--    In her tomb by the side of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;-- THE END --&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-112589614186806246?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/112589614186806246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=112589614186806246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112589614186806246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112589614186806246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/09/annabel-lee.html' title='ANNABEL LEE'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-112563081428300986</id><published>2005-09-01T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:13:34.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Eating to Live?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/Garfieldeating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/Garfieldeating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Are you living to eat?   My ponders these questions of life as I am watching the depressing news and asking myself the question, am I eating to live or am I living to eat? What am I living for? Then I came upon a website of enlightenment. &lt;br /&gt;What is the purpose of life?&lt;br /&gt;What is my goal in life?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I choose this career?&lt;br /&gt;How do I spend my spare time?&lt;br /&gt;What is my motivation for doing what I do?&lt;br /&gt;What really makes me happy?&lt;br /&gt;Am I as happy as I want to be?&lt;br /&gt;Is it more important to be rich or to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;What are my future plans? Why?&lt;br /&gt;What are my secret dreams and ambitions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more questions to evalute me/my life/my family......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-112563081428300986?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/112563081428300986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=112563081428300986&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112563081428300986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112563081428300986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/09/are-you-eating-to-live.html' title='Are you Eating to Live?'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-112557235220871938</id><published>2005-09-01T06:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T06:59:12.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Daze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/rainyNeworleans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/rainyNeworleans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Going to the French Quarter was always such a happy time for me.  I remember going there on my 18th birthday with some friends of mine and my mother too.  She had got her friend Tom to let us use his apartment in the French Quarter, located 2 blocks from Bourbon Street.  It was a trip of remembrance because that was when I got my tongue pierced at Rings of Desire.  My mom didn’t want me to do it but my friends chipped in on the money and I wanted to do it.  I recall she was to upset with me she couldn’t even look at them piercing my tongue.  She was curious and kept running in and out of the room to check on me.  It took only a second but the prep is what took so long.  Being my birthday is two days before St. Patrick’s Day I saw a parade while there and still have the beads I received back in 1998.  As I recall we ate beignets, my favorite, and shopped along the farmers market.  We also did a lot of window shopping at places like the place named Trashy Divas.  That shop was the coolest because they had old 50s purses in mint condition as well as other clothes from that era.  The shop keepers wore that 50s makeup and even had the hair styled as if they were living in that time. The French Quarter holds such memories that are fond to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All these memories flood me at this time of such tragic loss there.  My heart is broken to look at the water flooding this beautiful city yet I am also sad for the people that lived there. I am praying for those folks not only in New Orleans but also the adjoining states in Mississippi and Alabama.  My heart goes to the families who lost there loved ones and to the ones who lost a home to this gigantic storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-112557235220871938?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/112557235220871938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=112557235220871938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112557235220871938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112557235220871938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/09/rainy-daze.html' title='Rainy Daze'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-112520251554187540</id><published>2005-08-27T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T00:15:15.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Penguin Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/adelie-penguin-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/adelie-penguin-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is all this fuss about that new movie with penguins taking a walk.  I just don't get it??  My only conception of this movie is like that movie &lt;strong&gt;Babe&lt;/strong&gt;, the talking pig.  If you have watched this movie or know someone that has I wanna know what it is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-112520251554187540?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/112520251554187540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=112520251554187540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112520251554187540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112520251554187540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/08/penguin-walk.html' title='Penguin Walk'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-112490806247699499</id><published>2005-08-24T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T14:27:42.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMILITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/killintime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/killintime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do nothing from factional motives[through contentiousness, strife, selfishness, or for unworthy ends] or prompted by conceit and empty arrogance. Instead, in the true spirit of humility (lowiness of mind) let each regard the others as betterthan and superior to himself[thinking more highly of one another than you do of yourselves].  Let each of you esteem and look upon and be concerned for not[merely] his own interests, but also each for the interests of others. Let this same attitude and purpose and [humble] mind be in you which was in Christ Jesus: [Let Him be your example in humilty]. (Philippians 2:3-5)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-112490806247699499?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/112490806247699499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=112490806247699499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112490806247699499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112490806247699499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/08/humility.html' title='HUMILITY'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-112437857498503546</id><published>2005-08-18T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T13:37:45.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Along came polly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/ferrete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/ferrete.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorite comedy movies is Along Came Polly. After I saw the movie back a few years ago I saved my money to buy a ferret and bought one for my 24th birthday. I named him Mr. Ferret because he was so very handsome for a ferret. At that time I was in a relationship living with my boyfriend in our house. I couldn’t be more excited about adopting this ferret and my boyfriend liked him too. For the first few days the little ferret would sleep all day long. I think he was just tired and needed rest from being away from the 5 or 6 ferrets he shared a cage with at the pet store. He was adorable so cute I was not looking at how he could be so mischievous. It was the beginning when he would wake me up early in the morning by scratching my feet with his claws. Smart little devil wanted to be fed. Ferrets don’t eat once a day but continually throughout the day. He also was potty trained to go on paper. One day Mr. Ferret escaped through a vent in the air- conditioning. Outside in the yard we had these large cap rocks in which we had planted these huge flowers around. I cried when I found out that he had runaway because Mr. Ferret was always curious about the front door and he was determined to escape some how. For three days we couldn’t find him yet the food I laid out for him at the front door was eaten. I made flyers and handed them out to the beachcombers passing by the house and the neighbors. We were losing hope when on the third day, he was found by a friend. My boyfriend saw him when he was found and I was ecstatic by the releiving good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferrets sleep most of the day, they sleep up to 20 hrs daily; when they are awake their habits include snooping and investigating. So, Mr. Ferret came home much to my delight with no major injuries yet a little dehydrated. Ferrets are one of the smartest pets you can have they are much smarter than a dog or cat. My ferret has no disgusting odor of any kinds but we washed him three times a week. Giving them a bath is a normality for having a ferret. Those first few baths were hell for him and me and left me with scars on my wrists. How I would pray that he may get comfortable with the process of water. So I would experiment with different techniques of washing Mr. Ferret. I tried just about everything from using a hairdryer to using the shower head and numerous other ways.  Only just recently has he got used to taking a bath but I will not forget how it was at the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When we moved away to New York last year, we packed Mr. Ferret with us because he was family. We had a long car trip ahead of us just my boyfriend, me, and Mr. Ferret. It was incredibly fun because Mr. Ferret would sleep under our seats and once in while wake up to check on us. When we arrived in Long Island, Mr. Ferret took up residence in the basement. He seemed to like it there. It was very cool in there and we would visit him often. Sometimes we would sneak him upstairs to our rooms but would have to put him back in the basement in the morning. He was getting attached to us and while I was having trouble with my boyfriend I still wanted to keep my ferret. So when I left last year around Christmas I had to leave my precious ferret with my boyfriend. Thank god he loves Mr. Ferret and I trust him. He would tell me what my ferret would do and make me smile. Funny things like playing in the snow and things like sleeping in his sock drawer. I miss my birthday ferret and wish so much I could have kept him. Considering the facts though I couldn’t because my dog would have eaten him alive and I can’t have that. Plus my boyfriend favored him so much I had no choice. So this post is really about remembering my ferret. Having a ferret was such a joyful experience and I will look at his pictures with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-112437857498503546?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/112437857498503546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=112437857498503546&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112437857498503546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112437857498503546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/08/along-came-polly.html' title='Along came polly'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-112396015616289242</id><published>2005-08-13T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T15:09:16.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Breaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/Dayawakening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/Dayawakening.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Praying for the troops on the other side of the world.  We pray for you all a safe journey home.   Orignal art by, Sunflower&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-112396015616289242?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/112396015616289242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=112396015616289242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112396015616289242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112396015616289242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/08/light-breaks.html' title='Light Breaks'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-112386472292380211</id><published>2005-08-12T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T12:38:42.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nite out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you are reading this mom this posts for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We are just close for words and i want to say how much you mean to me.  I love you! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox, Sunflower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-112386472292380211?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/112386472292380211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=112386472292380211&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112386472292380211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112386472292380211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/08/nite-out.html' title='Nite out!'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112314.post-112372964110286848</id><published>2005-08-10T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T12:35:55.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/1600/SunflowerSunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1347/1267/320/SunflowerSunrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Salutation, Corpse pose, Cobra or how about tree? Do any of these things words remind u of something?  Yes, Well I will tell you.  These are all terms used in yoga postures they are called.  I practice daily with meditation as well as my postures.   Taking deep breaths and thinking of relaxing thoughts are as simple as that, anyone can do it!  I have been a practicing yogi for 8 years and can say it makes you a more relaxed human being.  I recommend it to anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14112314-112372964110286848?l=dazzedrj25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/feeds/112372964110286848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14112314&amp;postID=112372964110286848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112372964110286848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14112314/posts/default/112372964110286848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dazzedrj25.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello-world.html' title='Hello, World'/><author><name>Serenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16267785333029788138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05672771027580412891'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>