<?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-21881235</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:55:08.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sour Grape Juice</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588158540718391804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/cafe%20in%20UK.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21881235.post-114351126896622623</id><published>2006-03-27T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:22:10.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Me and My Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/true%20love.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/320/true%20love.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy and I met some 25 years ago, when we were 16. We were each others' first love. We were inseperable. We were in love and we were best friends. We went together for 2 years, then separated, deciding that we needed to experience life, each in our own way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years later, we hooked up briefly, the passion was still there but we still weren't ready to be together for good. Another 7 years went by and one day I went to the mailbox and nearly had a heart attack when I saw Jimmy's name on the envelope. I had every intention of writing back but something just kind of held me back and I never did. Jimmy even sent his brother to my job to ask me if I was ever going to write back and I swore I would...but I never did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER 7 years went by and again, he tracked me down and wrote. This time I called right away, knowing if I didn't call right then, I might not ever. It was immediately undeniable that the connection we'd had over 20 years before was still there and still very strong. Somewhere inside me, I KNEW it was so right and we would never be apart again. We were both almost 40 years old by this time, neither of us had ever married or had kids (I was stanchly against ever getting married unless I knew 100% it was to "The One" and I knew in my heart that I would KNOW.). One month later I was on a plane to Arizona, where we were first together, a month after that, we were married in Tucson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time together has been rocky, to say the least. We are both very stubborn and passionate people and often I think we're a little too much alike. But I do love him with all my heart and will love him till death do I part and beyond. I know my baby feels the same way about me. This July 11 we will have been married 3 years. Ain't that just the cutest story?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21881235-114351126896622623?l=sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/feeds/114351126896622623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21881235&amp;postID=114351126896622623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/114351126896622623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/114351126896622623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/2006/03/story-of-me-and-my-husband.html' title='The Story of Me and My Husband'/><author><name>Miss Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588158540718391804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/cafe%20in%20UK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21881235.post-114349370172856432</id><published>2006-03-27T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T14:12:03.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy and Scratchy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/320/cute.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my boys when they were little. That's The Scratch Man on the right. He weighs 25 pounds and he's entirely too cool! I call him my big puppy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21881235-114349370172856432?l=sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/feeds/114349370172856432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21881235&amp;postID=114349370172856432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/114349370172856432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/114349370172856432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/2006/03/itchy-and-scratchy.html' title='Itchy and Scratchy'/><author><name>Miss Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588158540718391804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/cafe%20in%20UK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21881235.post-114211186263122401</id><published>2006-03-11T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T14:22:11.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To Nebraska!</title><content type='html'>Well, here we are in Nebraska. We're living in a very old, one room house that was converted to a wood shop by the previous owner on my husband's sister and brother-in-law's 80 acre farm. Our house has power...that's it...power. No water, no plumbing, a tiny wood-burning stove for heat. Our house warming gift from my (very darling) sister-in -law? A Porta Potty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21881235-114211186263122401?l=sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/feeds/114211186263122401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21881235&amp;postID=114211186263122401&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/114211186263122401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/114211186263122401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/2006/03/welcome-to-nebraska.html' title='Welcome To Nebraska!'/><author><name>Miss Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588158540718391804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/cafe%20in%20UK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21881235.post-114080227441839621</id><published>2006-02-24T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T10:31:14.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Runs in the Family</title><content type='html'>The other day my sister went to the jewelry store to buy herself a new wedding band and she came home with a chihuahua puppy. Bipolar? Nahhhhhhhhhh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21881235-114080227441839621?l=sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/feeds/114080227441839621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21881235&amp;postID=114080227441839621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/114080227441839621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/114080227441839621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-runs-in-family.html' title='It Runs in the Family'/><author><name>Miss Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588158540718391804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/cafe%20in%20UK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21881235.post-113979507194393404</id><published>2006-02-12T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T09:16:34.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All of My Nice Things...</title><content type='html'>...I've been so carefully collecting and keeping all these years are sitting in a pile in my sister's front yard. We've been praying for rain for months now. Man, I hope it doesn't rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21881235-113979507194393404?l=sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/feeds/113979507194393404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21881235&amp;postID=113979507194393404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/113979507194393404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/113979507194393404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-of-my-nice-things.html' title='All of My Nice Things...'/><author><name>Miss Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588158540718391804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/cafe%20in%20UK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21881235.post-113919006588395336</id><published>2006-02-05T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T23:18:27.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As I'm watching the Stupid Bowl...</title><content type='html'>I turned to my husband and said, "Are we for the blue guys"? (Give me a yell when the commercials are back.) &lt;br /&gt;side note&lt;br /&gt;(which is in lower case 'cause it's just a side note)&lt;br /&gt;this is for all of you who read this blog...all one of you...the Rolling Stones sucked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21881235-113919006588395336?l=sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/feeds/113919006588395336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21881235&amp;postID=113919006588395336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/113919006588395336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/113919006588395336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/2006/02/as-im-watching-stupid-bowl.html' title='As I&apos;m watching the Stupid Bowl...'/><author><name>Miss Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588158540718391804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/cafe%20in%20UK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21881235.post-113918395292295910</id><published>2006-02-05T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T16:59:12.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm watching the Stupid Bowl</title><content type='html'>Well..kind of. You know how when you watch t.v., you do all your "stuff" during the commercials? Well, when watching the Stupid Bowl, I watch the commercials and do my "stuff" during the game (I'm loving the Revolving Wall commercial..laughed my ass off).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21881235-113918395292295910?l=sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/feeds/113918395292295910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21881235&amp;postID=113918395292295910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/113918395292295910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/113918395292295910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/2006/02/yes-im-watching-stupid-bowl.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m watching the Stupid Bowl'/><author><name>Miss Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588158540718391804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/cafe%20in%20UK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21881235.post-113907649553662848</id><published>2006-02-04T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:47:21.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Dooce (part two)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/113124587_23c2cc3c6a_o.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/320/113124587_23c2cc3c6a_o.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. I adore Dooces' site. That girl rocks the internet and give's me something to open my eyes for every morning. If I was going to be a groopy, I'd be a Dooce groupie. There, I said it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21881235-113907649553662848?l=sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/feeds/113907649553662848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21881235&amp;postID=113907649553662848&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/113907649553662848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/113907649553662848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-dooce-part-two.html' title='To Dooce (part two)'/><author><name>Miss Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588158540718391804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/cafe%20in%20UK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21881235.post-113899368432686809</id><published>2006-02-03T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T12:08:04.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Dooce</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna make this site about something INTERESTING. Like throwing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21881235-113899368432686809?l=sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/feeds/113899368432686809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21881235&amp;postID=113899368432686809&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/113899368432686809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/113899368432686809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-dooce.html' title='To Dooce'/><author><name>Miss Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588158540718391804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/cafe%20in%20UK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21881235.post-113898966732590526</id><published>2006-02-03T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:34:36.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Needs Confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/mo%20pics%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/320/mo%20pics%20002.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/Picture%20Family%20album%20011%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/320/Picture%20Family%20album%20011%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/stuff%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/320/stuff%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little confidence can be a dangerous thing. I let my cat go outside for just a few minutes, my cats usually never go outside. He rolled around in the dirt, came back in and now he's all the rage cause he smells like "outside." My other cats are following him around like he's some kind of rock star.  Groupie kittens...just what I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21881235-113898966732590526?l=sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/feeds/113898966732590526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21881235&amp;postID=113898966732590526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/113898966732590526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/113898966732590526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/2006/02/mommy-needs-confidence.html' title='Mommy Needs Confidence'/><author><name>Miss Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588158540718391804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/cafe%20in%20UK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21881235.post-113897554626827781</id><published>2006-02-03T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T07:05:46.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverse Psychology</title><content type='html'>Don't even think about making a comment on this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21881235-113897554626827781?l=sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/feeds/113897554626827781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21881235&amp;postID=113897554626827781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/113897554626827781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/113897554626827781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/2006/02/reverse-psychology.html' title='Reverse Psychology'/><author><name>Miss Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588158540718391804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/cafe%20in%20UK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21881235.post-113891027024831769</id><published>2006-02-02T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T12:57:50.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my blog.</title><content type='html'>Love it or don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21881235-113891027024831769?l=sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/feeds/113891027024831769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21881235&amp;postID=113891027024831769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/113891027024831769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21881235/posts/default/113891027024831769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgrapejuice.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-my-blog.html' title='This is my blog.'/><author><name>Miss Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588158540718391804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5411/2217/1600/cafe%20in%20UK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
