<?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-7345777810772168727</id><updated>2011-08-01T19:09:26.983-05:00</updated><category term='grade school'/><category term='antiques show.'/><category term='meeting'/><category term='Dr Pepper'/><category term='restaurant'/><category term='French chef'/><category term='a proposal in Paris'/><title type='text'>And So They Met</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsotheymet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7345777810772168727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsotheymet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10420304054870082302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5nwHddOUnh4/SB_R9Gcsw9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yrUpUckh1Gs/S220/annie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345777810772168727.post-6026286196059585399</id><published>2009-11-16T15:40:00.032-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:48:30.996-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grade school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr Pepper'/><title type='text'>Dr Peppers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nwHddOUnh4/SwMR_AWOs5I/AAAAAAAAE1I/rKY_atn-iVY/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 530px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nwHddOUnh4/SwMR_AWOs5I/AAAAAAAAE1I/rKY_atn-iVY/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405183751897396114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vintage Dr Pepper bottles are from &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.augustantiques.com/"&gt;August Antiques&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;Houston Heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;hen she was ten years old, Jennifer was certain of two things: she would be a surgeon and she would marry her school sweetheart, taking his surname so that she would be "Dr. Peppers."  And of course she accomplished both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB123179145452274561.html"&gt;Wall Street Journal article about Dr. Peppers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Note: Thanks to LeAnn, the &lt;a href="http://thevintagelaundress.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vintage Laundress&lt;/a&gt;, for pointing out Dr. Peppers and suggesting that the doctor's story would be perfect for &lt;i&gt;And So They Met.&lt;/i&gt;  And a special &lt;i&gt;Thank you&lt;/i&gt; to Dr. Peppers for verbal permission to publish her wonderful story here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7345777810772168727-6026286196059585399?l=andsotheymet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsotheymet.blogspot.com/feeds/6026286196059585399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsotheymet.blogspot.com/2009/11/dr-peppers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7345777810772168727/posts/default/6026286196059585399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7345777810772168727/posts/default/6026286196059585399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsotheymet.blogspot.com/2009/11/dr-peppers.html' title='Dr Peppers'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10420304054870082302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5nwHddOUnh4/SB_R9Gcsw9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yrUpUckh1Gs/S220/annie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nwHddOUnh4/SwMR_AWOs5I/AAAAAAAAE1I/rKY_atn-iVY/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345777810772168727.post-6859185985329476016</id><published>2009-09-26T18:00:00.058-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:54:18.822-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French chef'/><title type='text'>The French Connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nwHddOUnh4/SsTYFS77AUI/AAAAAAAAEGg/XBbpdCsg9fA/s1600-h/DSC_0007.NEF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 521px; height: 508px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nwHddOUnh4/SsTYFS77AUI/AAAAAAAAEGg/XBbpdCsg9fA/s400/DSC_0007.NEF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387668639736070466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;he was dressed in French couture, wearing Italian shoes and having dinner with an old friend at a chic little restaurant.  They spoke in English but as the tears welled from her eyes, the conversation flowed into German.  He patted her hand and anyone should have seen, that the old gentleman shared her pain and wished with all his heart that he could banish it.  They were abruptly interrupted by the waiter who appeared uneasy but obliged to deliver a complimentary glass of French wine "from a determined admirer."  She scanned the room but no eyes met hers.  She thanked the waiter and continued the conversation with her friend, ignoring the glass of wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The waiter again approached their table, "Madame, there is an urgent phone call for you...in the kitchen."  Being curious, she followed the waiter.  The noisy kitchen grew silent as she put the receiver to her ear.  The stranger on the line was a Frenchman who said he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Michel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;.  She asked how he knew to call her at the restaurant.  "I am a chef, so I know the telephone numbers to all the best kitchens.  I saw you from across the room and had to speak to you alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm hardly alone," she said, as she felt all the ears in the kitchen listening.  "But thank you for the wine...are you still there?"  Then she turned to see the French Chef walking toward her as the kitchen staff broke into cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so impressed with Michel's resourcefulness that she agreed to dinner later that week, but only if he would send her waiting friend a glass of German wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and the Chef had a brief affair which she ended, as it became painfully evident that he was actually in search of a rich woman to finance a restaurant.  And she was not fond of his long-time companion, a rather vicious parrot that had traveled the world with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was also the fact that Michel never seemed to have noticed that she had been crying when he first saw her from across the restaurant.  So, she never told him that her husband had just called that morning to say that he was divorcing her...that he had to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;find himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;She had calmly told him that she didn't think it was worth the search, then hung up.)  But Michel's most flagrant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;faux pas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;the night they met,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;was his total disregard for her German friend.  For that insensitivity, which she considered a character flaw, she could not forgive him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;au revoir to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Michel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But that was not the last she was to hear of the Chef.  Fast forward a few years, to another restaurant where she was having dinner with a new husband and his son's mother- in-law, Jessica.  After just enough French wine, Jessica began telling a story about a wonderful affair with a French Chef who had a parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was the chef's name Michel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm sure there are a lot of French chefs with the name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Michel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With a parrot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to laugh, "Jessica, what a delicious coincidence!  We had an affair with the same man at the same time.  Did he call you on the kitchen phone after sending over a glass of wine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting desperately to change the subject, Jessica shouted for the waiter to bring more wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"But not French!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7345777810772168727-6859185985329476016?l=andsotheymet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsotheymet.blogspot.com/feeds/6859185985329476016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsotheymet.blogspot.com/2009/09/french-connection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7345777810772168727/posts/default/6859185985329476016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7345777810772168727/posts/default/6859185985329476016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsotheymet.blogspot.com/2009/09/french-connection.html' title='The French Connection'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10420304054870082302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5nwHddOUnh4/SB_R9Gcsw9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yrUpUckh1Gs/S220/annie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nwHddOUnh4/SsTYFS77AUI/AAAAAAAAEGg/XBbpdCsg9fA/s72-c/DSC_0007.NEF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345777810772168727.post-6665368528658159298</id><published>2009-08-25T09:56:00.026-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:34:24.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antiques show.'/><title type='text'>Here's Looking for You, Babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nwHddOUnh4/SpP88tlj1rI/AAAAAAAAD9A/j2Rag2qBJNM/s1600-h/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373916900342617778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nwHddOUnh4/SpP88tlj1rI/AAAAAAAAD9A/j2Rag2qBJNM/s400/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;e was a dashing U.S. Airforce pilot, out antiquing with his ex-wife. His Ex must have known him well, for when she spotted a gorgeous antiques dealer, she pointed her out and said, "That cute redhead looks like she could be your type...go buy something." So he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He purchased an antique metal sign and struck up a conversation with the Redhead. He asked for a schedule of antiques venues, which she happily gave him. By his own confession, he used that schedule to be at every antique show at which the Redhead appeared. From Ohio to Kansas to Texas...across America, he &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;stalked&lt;/span&gt; her, buying loads of antiques, until she realized that she was in love with this suitor. They were married and settled down in a beautiful antique house in a tiny historic Texas town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Tall Husband and I were on a tour of old historic homes in a small Texas town, when we met the owner of the prettiest home on the tour. He told us the story of how he met and married "the most beautiful Redhead in the world." He also told us that one day he noticed that all the things he had purchased from her, including that old rusty metal sign, had disappeared. When he asked, she answered, "If I had wanted those things around, I wouldn't have sold them to you...so I sold them, again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7345777810772168727-6665368528658159298?l=andsotheymet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsotheymet.blogspot.com/feeds/6665368528658159298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsotheymet.blogspot.com/2009/08/heres-looking-for-you-babe.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7345777810772168727/posts/default/6665368528658159298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7345777810772168727/posts/default/6665368528658159298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsotheymet.blogspot.com/2009/08/heres-looking-for-you-babe.html' title='Here&apos;s Looking for You, Babe'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10420304054870082302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5nwHddOUnh4/SB_R9Gcsw9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yrUpUckh1Gs/S220/annie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nwHddOUnh4/SpP88tlj1rI/AAAAAAAAD9A/j2Rag2qBJNM/s72-c/DSC_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345777810772168727.post-2679071696429386379</id><published>2009-06-05T13:05:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:18:20.496-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a proposal in Paris'/><title type='text'>Thank You, Argentina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nwHddOUnh4/SilvV94QtxI/AAAAAAAADdg/-siisMGLxNQ/s1600-h/DSC_0019.NEF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343924856030279442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nwHddOUnh4/SilvV94QtxI/AAAAAAAADdg/-siisMGLxNQ/s400/DSC_0019.NEF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;e was sitting alone at a corner table when she entered the restaurant with his friend from Argentina. He and she were introduced and when he stood to shake her hand, she was overcome by his height, "You are so big," she uttered. "I'm this big all over," he said. He proposed to her when they were in Paris the next week, with their having left behind an ex-wife, an estranged husband, and one confused Argentinian ex-lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7345777810772168727-2679071696429386379?l=andsotheymet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsotheymet.blogspot.com/feeds/2679071696429386379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsotheymet.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you-argentina.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7345777810772168727/posts/default/2679071696429386379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7345777810772168727/posts/default/2679071696429386379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsotheymet.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you-argentina.html' title='Thank You, Argentina'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10420304054870082302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5nwHddOUnh4/SB_R9Gcsw9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yrUpUckh1Gs/S220/annie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nwHddOUnh4/SilvV94QtxI/AAAAAAAADdg/-siisMGLxNQ/s72-c/DSC_0019.NEF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7345777810772168727.post-3054384662450250298</id><published>2008-11-02T06:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:31:53.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7345777810772168727-3054384662450250298?l=andsotheymet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsotheymet.blogspot.com/feeds/3054384662450250298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsotheymet.blogspot.com/2008/11/under-construction.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7345777810772168727/posts/default/3054384662450250298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7345777810772168727/posts/default/3054384662450250298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsotheymet.blogspot.com/2008/11/under-construction.html' title='Coming Soon!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10420304054870082302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5nwHddOUnh4/SB_R9Gcsw9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yrUpUckh1Gs/S220/annie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
