<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-2425125</id><updated>2024-03-23T13:51:05.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GJ Willis&#39; Art Notes</title><subtitle type='html'>The Adventures and Misadventures of a Neer Do Well Artist Living in Baltimore. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1509</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-7199606642344034563</id><published>2012-02-15T21:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T21:36:18.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">I listen to a lot podcasts. This coming weekend for fun I shall give quick reviews of all the podcasts I listen to during the work week. There is only one podcast I listened to that I deleted because I found it to be extremely boring. Here&#39;s a brief list: APM Piano Puzzler, Black Tribbles, Big O &amp; Dukes Show, Comic Book Road Show, Cultdom Collective, DaFixers Hideout, DaFixers Presents, DCNoise, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7199606642344034563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/7199606642344034563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7199606642344034563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7199606642344034563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-listen-to-lot-podcasts.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-3103496435894327279</id><published>2011-02-17T06:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:12:00.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">WoW!! Just checked back at my blog and noticed my page count has hit 1 BILLION!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3103496435894327279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/3103496435894327279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3103496435894327279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3103496435894327279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/wow-just-checked-back-at-my-blog-and.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-1069806602420748515</id><published>2009-04-15T05:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T05:37:23.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Today is tax day. Im feeling a bit down because it&#39;s raining today. Rain means I can not use my Xootr Roma kick scooter to get down to the lightrail station.  I do not like to use MTA buses in the morning because they have a tendency to be unpredictable. Sometimes they arrive early, sometimes late. This is fine and dandy if you need to catch the bus to go to one place.  But I am catching the bus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1069806602420748515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/1069806602420748515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1069806602420748515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1069806602420748515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-tax-day.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-7709603106455862486</id><published>2009-04-05T06:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T06:34:19.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Today, I decided to start doing more updates on my blog. The reason I have not blogged since last summer is because I was and still am trying to deal with my fathers death. My mother died several years ago.  I can not recall the exact year she died. The only thing I can recall is that after she died I could not bring and still can not bring myself to watch the TV show Friends. The reason being is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7709603106455862486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/7709603106455862486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7709603106455862486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7709603106455862486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-decided-to-start-doing-more.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-5795474591458796689</id><published>2008-07-18T20:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:39:38.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">TRYING TO CHEER MYSELF UPLast evening in an attempt to cheer myself up I watched Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog.  It is an internet movie writen and directed by Joss Whedon who did Firefly, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Angel.  He is amongst my favourite Hollywood writers.  My others are the usual suspects that geeky, nerdy people like myself are into, Kevin Smith, Russel T. Davies, and Steve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5795474591458796689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/5795474591458796689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5795474591458796689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5795474591458796689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/trying-to-cheer-myself-up-last-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-8498917460390571519</id><published>2008-07-17T17:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:10:36.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">MORE DEATH IN THE FAMILYA couple of days ago my cousin Grafton passed away.  He had recently had hip replacement surgery that soon developed into pneumonia.  That makes three family members dead in one year, my father, Aunt Josephine, and now Cousin Grafton.  I have a possibly crazy theory.   It seems that every year that a Batman movie comes out a member of my family dies. The only exception I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8498917460390571519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/8498917460390571519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8498917460390571519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8498917460390571519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-death-in-family-yesterday-my.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-1342001023231926532</id><published>2008-07-10T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:03:06.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">MORNING COMMUTE:This morning I am running late.  I misplaced my glasses and could not find them in their usual spot.  I ending up finding them in my lunch bag while I was on the light rail train heading into work.  How did they get there?  For now on I will try to get to work at my usual time of 7 instead of my new start time of 7:30.  Im starting to feeling too anxious and like crying.  I almost</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1342001023231926532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/1342001023231926532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1342001023231926532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1342001023231926532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-commute-this-morning-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-2641850105166736926</id><published>2008-07-07T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:07:16.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">MORNING COMMUTE:This morning I am a little late for work.  I would have been on time if the MTA supervisor had made the man who was driving the shuttle bus drive us to our destination but instead he let him go.  I do not know why.  He just let him drive right on by after he dropped off passengers. The driver gave the standard issue lie that there was another bus behind him.  I wonder if this fool</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2641850105166736926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/2641850105166736926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2641850105166736926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2641850105166736926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-commute-this-morning-i-am_07.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-3760195317439690514</id><published>2008-07-06T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:27:47.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Went to Church then walked around the Reservoir.  I broke the record for last weeks walking stats.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3760195317439690514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/3760195317439690514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3760195317439690514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3760195317439690514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/went-to-church-then-walked-around.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-3985875327521984710</id><published>2008-07-05T18:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:57:13.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">SATURDAYI walked down to the laundromat at West Side Shopping Center.  Oddly,  I thought it would be very far but it was only four thousand steps.  I made it home a little after 6pm.  Apparently Sudsville is open 24 hours.  It is associated with the one on Linden Avenue that I loved so much when I lived in that part of town.  The main reason I loved the Sudsville on Linden Avenue was that you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3985875327521984710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/3985875327521984710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3985875327521984710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3985875327521984710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday-i-walked-down-to-laundromat-at.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-6672721599372797897</id><published>2008-07-04T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:31:57.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">4th of JULY Today, I volunteered to do overtime to get my mind off things.  Unfortunately,  I did not realise until I got to the light rail stop and I was waiting for an extremely long time that service did not start until 10pm.  This was because it was Independence Day thus all MTA services would be running on a Sunday schedule.  So I had to take three buses to get to work.  The three buses were</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6672721599372797897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/6672721599372797897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6672721599372797897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6672721599372797897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july-today-i-volunteered-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-5460681492412546682</id><published>2008-07-01T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:35:51.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">OVERTIME and FEELING SAD Today at work I did overtime. I felt sad.  It was the first time in weeks that I have done it.  I would normally miss out because after work I would visit my father to make sure he was ok in the nursing home or hospital.  Now after work I have no where to go.....  Its like I no longer have a purpose in life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5460681492412546682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/5460681492412546682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5460681492412546682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5460681492412546682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/overtime-and-feeling-sad-today-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-917660285968154181</id><published>2008-06-28T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:41:35.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">SATURDAYIts the day after Dad’s funeral.  Right now I am afraid of regaining all the weight I lost.  I decided to walk more than 10k on the weekends.  I walked all the way from my house to Shoppers Food Warehouse near Mondawmin Mall.  The best route to travel is straight up Pennsylvania Avenue. Ironically enough, this places me right in my old childhood neighborhood.  I lived there from birth to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/917660285968154181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/917660285968154181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/917660285968154181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/917660285968154181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturday-its-day-after-dads-funeral.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-7067271177551533741</id><published>2008-06-26T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:46:48.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Off today for bereavement leave.My father’s viewing is today. I did not go.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7067271177551533741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/7067271177551533741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7067271177551533741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7067271177551533741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/off-today-for-bereavement-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-7678882105856116331</id><published>2008-06-25T19:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:11:05.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">MORNING COMMUTEToday I am late again for work.  I had my annual review.  It was not as bad as I thought it would be.  My supervisor suggested changing my start time.  I agreed and now the time I have been habitually coming in is  my new start time.  So now I work from 7:30 to 4:00.  It works for me. I feel a bit relieved. MEETING AT THE FUNERAL HOMEAfter work  we had a family meeting at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7678882105856116331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/7678882105856116331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7678882105856116331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7678882105856116331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-commute-today-i-am-late-again.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-5735848986614778211</id><published>2008-06-24T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:01:15.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">I went back to work.  I was late as per usual.  A lot of people came up to me and offered their condolences.  I had no idea that any even cared.  Most of the time I feel invisible like a non entity.  I was truly touched.  I felt like crying.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5735848986614778211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/5735848986614778211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5735848986614778211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5735848986614778211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-went-back-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-1921201789097658851</id><published>2008-06-23T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:56:03.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">DAY OFFDespite my father’s recent death I had previously scheduled today off months ago.  So this was all just a weird alignment of fate.  I decided to go to my AM doctors appointment. I cancelled my PM dentists appointment on Friday because I was unsure of when the funeral would be scheduled.  After my doctor’s appointment I went over to Eastpoint Mall where I bought an outfit for the funeral as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1921201789097658851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/1921201789097658851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1921201789097658851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1921201789097658851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-off-despite-my-fathers-recent-death.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-5333097799520339976</id><published>2008-06-22T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:58:00.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">SUNDAYI did not do anything today but tried to relax and take things easy.  I went to buy more things for the funeral like underwear in my new dress size, stockings as well as a flapper for my toilet.  The flapper is all degraded looking and needs to be replaced.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5333097799520339976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/5333097799520339976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5333097799520339976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5333097799520339976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-i-did-not-do-anything-today-but.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-3185797859675162011</id><published>2008-06-20T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:33:32.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">THE AFTERMATHI took the day off because of my father’s death.  I had to go to March’s Funeral Home to help arraign the funeral service.  My niece Lisa drove me there.  Uncle Leon met us there.  He showed up in the middle of the meeting with the funeral director.  He scared her as well as us.  Because all of a sudden the door just became ajar and there he was.  Since we did not have much money we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3185797859675162011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/3185797859675162011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3185797859675162011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3185797859675162011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/aftermath-i-took-day-off-because-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-8332353383327735307</id><published>2008-06-18T19:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:32:31.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">ANOTHER SAD DAYAfter work I visited my father at Bon Secour Hospital.  Lisa and her daughter Shay had visited him earlier.  She said he had asked about Blessing.  Blessing is my other niece Alexis’ daughter.  Ironically, Blessing was born on my fathers birthday.  After asking about Blessing, Lisa said my father started rambling on incoherently.  Lisa left because she did not want to upset Shay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8332353383327735307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/8332353383327735307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8332353383327735307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8332353383327735307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-sad-day-after-work-i-visited-my.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-7237923315848242257</id><published>2008-06-17T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:21:10.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">A VERY SAD DAYI took the day off of work.  I mostly cried all day.  I went back to the hospital to finalize the decision that my father had made ironically enough on Father’s Day.  My father would be taken off all the machinery and moved to room where he would receive pain management treatment. I cried a lot in the hospital today.  Im sure I cried so much that I probably worried my Uncle Leon who</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7237923315848242257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/7237923315848242257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7237923315848242257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7237923315848242257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/very-sad-day-i-took-day-off-of-work.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-8453200084749326106</id><published>2008-06-16T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:16:35.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">A DAY OF ENDLESS TEARSI cried a lot this morning at work. I cried trying to talk to the insurance people as to why they decided not to renew my father’s life insurance policy.  I had told them many times that the reason he missed payments was because he was sick in the hospital.  They decided to cancel him for those very reasons!   I thought life insurance was not contingent on your health like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8453200084749326106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/8453200084749326106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8453200084749326106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8453200084749326106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-of-endless-tears-i-cried-lot-this.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-6694556687925030432</id><published>2008-06-10T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:42:09.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">MORNING COMMUTELate again this morning.  Very hot outside difficult to sleep.  Yesterday I went to Target and bought a fan.  I wanted to get an iPod but they only had either iPod shuffles or the $199 iPod Nano’s.  They did not have any of the $149 silver Ipod nanos in stock.WHAT IM WEARING:Today I have on a cheap ass pink Sara Jessica Parker  t-shirt that seems to be too small, a beige skirt 3 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6694556687925030432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/6694556687925030432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6694556687925030432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6694556687925030432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-commute-late-again-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-5400225618208768719</id><published>2008-06-09T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:48:45.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">MORNING COMMUTE:Late this morning.  Due to hold ups with the light rail trains.  I saw Homeland Security officer going through and around light rail trail with a dog. I wonder if they got a threat that someone was going to blow up a light rail train this morning so they had to inspect some trains with what I suspect was a bomb sniffing dog. BRIEF BLURBS ABOUT DAD and the IRSDid not visit my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5400225618208768719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/5400225618208768719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5400225618208768719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5400225618208768719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-commute-late-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-7550478988723291310</id><published>2008-06-05T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:52:19.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">MORNING COMMUTE:Today Im late for work and still feel like throwing up. WHAT IM WEARING: Today I have on a new bright blue crocheted baby doll top and new jeans from Old Navy and Reebok Walk Steady shoes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7550478988723291310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2425125/7550478988723291310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7550478988723291310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7550478988723291310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-commute-today-im-late-for-work.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrvuLUa8Gjc4Yx4a9k8YnVQ0u40AEwZrC3zC7eI77fBlUUjpkmna1uXfFXJeM4yTC8KUr7Dkl8i9dEY0Dti7FgrgxDprgjUQQxvOWbEnOgMI8t_yqbob894gz1wZKpQ/s220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>