<?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-7251320747094181845</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:15:28.148-04:00</updated><category term='1st Blog update in year'/><title type='text'>Vickie Gunderson Bostic</title><subtitle type='html'>My blog is quite simply about my life, which is NOT very simple. You will find real life accounts of everyday events on this page. I will write about the remarkable moments  side-by-side with the most boring, uneventful days...because this is a blog about one woman's REAL, everyday life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickiebostic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7251320747094181845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickiebostic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07744650081463069879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6q4DmilrgM0/SkLCew7kLMI/AAAAAAAAAfs/DWkdqU8qSN8/S220/Vickie+-+SUV+%232+5-15-09.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7251320747094181845.post-5752820101639532872</id><published>2009-06-24T20:26:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:03:11.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GRIEVING LOU-LOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6q4DmilrgM0/SkLXR7sS0HI/AAAAAAAAAgM/9XFoBkOxsu8/s1600-h/DSCN1842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6q4DmilrgM0/SkLXR7sS0HI/AAAAAAAAAgM/9XFoBkOxsu8/s320/DSCN1842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351076010350792818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I left my blog the last time, I was all "stay tuned for great pet stories". This was an obvious topic for me to choose as we have (had) 4 cats, a dog, and a Guinea pig. Well, not so "cute-sie" and fun right now being blessed with the life of daily being loved and getting to love, so many sweet animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sting is still tangible. We've just lost a family pet of 15 years.This is the actual e-mail I sent today to family &amp;amp; friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our hearts our troubled....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've received this e-mail,  because you are close to my husband. It seemed important to me to let you know Dana had to put his kitty-cat, Lou-Lou, to sleep yesterday as Lou-Lou's quality of life in the last few weeks had become painfully "un-catish" and distortedly weak. The Veterinarian speculated cancer, as text-book Jaundice was claiming his body. Dana held Lou-Lou in his arms as he went to sleep. Very peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have placed two favorite pics of Lou-Lou, below.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana has had a rough time of it, as he's struggling with the bombardment of unsettling ,complicated emotions &amp;amp; grief that come with the loss of a pet.  Only those who have "been there" and lost a pet of many years and/or  treasured memories can appreciate the oddly awkward &amp;amp; very "un-trivial" wave of emotions that such a void can prompt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to deal with the haunting saddness my heart sags with too, but mostly in an attempt to let my husband know "I understand" , and.. "It's okay", and.."You're not crazy for hurting", "I love you, hon",  I wrote a short poem for my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial black,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*. Something funny, and true: &lt;/i&gt;  Lou-Lou MIGHT be one huge reason Dana &amp;amp; I got married.  I recall Dana clumsily changing his tune about "being a dog person who happened to own a cat" and "not really being  a cat person", to "not really  NOT a cat person"...immediately after learning that I &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; very MUCH a cat person. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman,serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman,serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,serif;"&gt;Please put Dana in your prayers.       &lt;3,&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;A BRUSH WITH &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I watched the love between two souls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;" &gt; Dana brushing Lou-Lou, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;" &gt; it's all a farce,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;" &gt; "He is a cat person!"&lt;br /&gt;(Quite obvious between the two).&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitching tail at every stroke, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;" &gt; and thankful grin from tail to ear,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;" &gt;it was hard to tell who enjoyed it more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;" &gt; Dana or Lou-Lou dear.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunches high, back arches, too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;" &gt; both playfully obliging,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;" &gt;quick cheek brush 'cross owners' hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;" &gt; purrs and playfulness, combining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;" &gt; Tear splashes down upon his friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;" &gt; gently lain 'neath tree house knolls,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly feeling whisked back in time...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the love between two souls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vickie Gunderson Bostic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7251320747094181845-5752820101639532872?l=vickiebostic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickiebostic.blogspot.com/feeds/5752820101639532872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7251320747094181845&amp;postID=5752820101639532872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7251320747094181845/posts/default/5752820101639532872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7251320747094181845/posts/default/5752820101639532872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickiebostic.blogspot.com/2009/06/grieving-lou-lou.html' title='GRIEVING LOU-LOU'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07744650081463069879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6q4DmilrgM0/SkLCew7kLMI/AAAAAAAAAfs/DWkdqU8qSN8/S220/Vickie+-+SUV+%232+5-15-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6q4DmilrgM0/SkLXR7sS0HI/AAAAAAAAAgM/9XFoBkOxsu8/s72-c/DSCN1842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7251320747094181845.post-107542963801288962</id><published>2009-05-14T13:39:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:26:16.278-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st Blog update in year'/><title type='text'>"DISCLAIMER"  FOR MY "BLAH" BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6q4DmilrgM0/Sg9lsAz-5JI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1wtxYLM-xVw/s1600-h/THE+YAWN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6q4DmilrgM0/Sg9lsAz-5JI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1wtxYLM-xVw/s200/THE+YAWN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336595890264007826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;WORK IN PROGRESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I will try to be brief. I am simply embarassed about the level of neglect you'll see pretty much all over my entire BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     As of the first week of MAY, 2009', my husband &amp;amp; I have slowly been bringing our BLOG's back to life. We haven't touched them since we got married 9 month's ago. Gee. Big surprise, I know. The blog below is the 1st and last blog I've ever written. It was only two weeks after we got married.&lt;br /&gt;Daily changes are coming to our blogs.  I will try to post a "little something" by tomorrow. TRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alias&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom! ,  Mooooooom, Mrs.Vickie, Bridal Attachment, Bridal Unit, My  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;OHM (you figure it out) , Blondie-Locs, and finally, Vickie G Bostic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7251320747094181845-107542963801288962?l=vickiebostic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickiebostic.blogspot.com/feeds/107542963801288962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7251320747094181845&amp;postID=107542963801288962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7251320747094181845/posts/default/107542963801288962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7251320747094181845/posts/default/107542963801288962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickiebostic.blogspot.com/2009/05/disclaimer-for-my-blah-blog.html' title='&quot;DISCLAIMER&quot;  FOR MY &quot;BLAH&quot; BLOG'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07744650081463069879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6q4DmilrgM0/SkLCew7kLMI/AAAAAAAAAfs/DWkdqU8qSN8/S220/Vickie+-+SUV+%232+5-15-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6q4DmilrgM0/Sg9lsAz-5JI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1wtxYLM-xVw/s72-c/THE+YAWN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7251320747094181845.post-7973582276265616154</id><published>2008-08-07T21:36:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:50:46.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stage Fright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6q4DmilrgM0/Sg9cx2ceKJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0Z0-Y3XG0jE/s1600-h/STAGE+FRIGHT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6q4DmilrgM0/Sg9cx2ceKJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0Z0-Y3XG0jE/s320/STAGE+FRIGHT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336586094955604114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I really believe you're a natural for blogging", he says.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Humpf!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;is my quiet response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've been staring at this keyboard for 10 minutes. I can't believe it! I already have writer's block!?  That's impossible. My husband just created this page for me a few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never blogged before. I'm going to let him down if I don't step up to the plate. Great! Just an empty, blank mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("No pressure!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a real writer, but I will really be writing....in the NEXT posting....tomorrow...maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/admin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/admin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/admin/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/STAGE%20FRIGHT.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/admin/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/STAGE%20FRIGHT.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7251320747094181845-7973582276265616154?l=vickiebostic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickiebostic.blogspot.com/feeds/7973582276265616154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7251320747094181845&amp;postID=7973582276265616154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7251320747094181845/posts/default/7973582276265616154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7251320747094181845/posts/default/7973582276265616154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickiebostic.blogspot.com/2008/08/mr-sensitive.html' title='Stage Fright'/><author><name>Blondie-Locs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILQ0ONQD7hs/SgiYtJkrvNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ASqk8JqdHh0/S220/happyvickie.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6q4DmilrgM0/Sg9cx2ceKJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0Z0-Y3XG0jE/s72-c/STAGE+FRIGHT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
