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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QERHg-fip7ImA9WxJVF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613</id><updated>2009-07-04T13:28:25.656-07:00</updated><title>Limit Reached</title><subtitle type="html">A humorous blog by a single gal living in Sacramento.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1243</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><thespringbox:skin xmlns:thespringbox="http://www.thespringbox.com/dtds/thespringbox-1.0.dtd">http://feeds.feedburner.com/LimitReached?format=skin</thespringbox:skin><link rel="license" type="text/html" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/" /><logo>http://creativecommons.org/images/public/somerights20.gif</logo><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LimitReached" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QERHg9cCp7ImA9WxJVF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-8148459733884661505</id><published>2009-07-04T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:28:25.668-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-04T13:28:25.668-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><title>On Vacation</title><summary>I've learned that I don't like to be on vacation longer than 3 to 4 days.  After that, I get irritable and just want to go home.Also, I'm very indoorsy.  Sitting by the pool induces many of my phobias.  Getting sunburned, being in a crowd, not to mention the vat of germs percolating in the center of it all.  It's not that I mind getting wet.  It's that I mind getting covered in various bacteria </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/8148459733884661505/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=8148459733884661505&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/8148459733884661505?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/8148459733884661505?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-vacation.html" title="On Vacation" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAAQnk_fCp7ImA9WxJVE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-3750649922897561633</id><published>2009-06-29T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:49:03.744-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T20:49:03.744-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sacramento" /><title>You Turkey!</title><summary>One of the weirdest things about living in Sacramento is the plethora of wild turkeys running around the city.  I've seen some walk right up to my office window.  Checking out the cubes while looking for a mate, I guess.My mom has seen turkeys wandering down the street in front of her house.  Usually it's a female with a baby in tow.  This evening, she saw a baby turkey hanging out on top of a </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/3750649922897561633/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=3750649922897561633&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/3750649922897561633?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/3750649922897561633?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-turkey.html" title="You Turkey!" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUDR346fSp7ImA9WxJVEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-8144128009664568061</id><published>2009-06-26T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:51:16.015-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-26T21:51:16.015-07:00</app:edited><title>Writer's Block</title><summary>It's not that I don't have an opinion on anything or observed random behavior.  It's that I stare at this blank page and my mind decides to become like it.I started reading the Twilight series and I think it's depressing me a little bit.  I've banned romantic comedies from my TV because I think they have given me a warped sense of reality when it comes to relationships.  Reading these tween </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/8144128009664568061/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=8144128009664568061&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/8144128009664568061?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/8144128009664568061?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/06/writer-block.html" title="Writer&amp;#39;s Block" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMMR3kyeCp7ImA9WxJWGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-7444836148587661481</id><published>2009-06-23T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:24:46.790-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-23T21:24:46.790-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random" /><title>There was something</title><summary>I got a weird call in the middle of the night a few days ago.  A possibly drunk or high chick called my home phone.  I didn't answer it because no one really has that number so it's always someone mis-dialing.  The screech of the phone woke me from a dead sleep.  It only rang twice and barely caught the voicemail.  The chick immediately called back, but didn't hang up quickly enough.  This time </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/7444836148587661481/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=7444836148587661481&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/7444836148587661481?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/7444836148587661481?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-was-something.html" title="There was something" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4BQHo4fSp7ImA9WxJWE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-674399627392730807</id><published>2009-06-18T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:09:11.435-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-18T20:09:11.435-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rants" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sacramento" /><title>Why do I even care?</title><summary>Someone in my neighborhood is a jackass.  I don't know if it's just one person who regularly visits someone else on Thursdays or if it's multiple jackasses acting in the same idiotic manner.I had suspected that the garbage collectors were the culprits of this weekly annoyance I am greeted to on Thursday evenings, but I saw one of them come by before I went to work and they put the can back almost</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/674399627392730807/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=674399627392730807&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/674399627392730807?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/674399627392730807?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-do-i-even-care.html" title="Why do I even care?" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAEQnkzeSp7ImA9WxJWEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-2361653865666012014</id><published>2009-06-16T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:51:43.781-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-16T20:51:43.781-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grateful List" /><title>Brownies</title><summary>No, not that kind.  Regular old-fashioned, homemade brownies.  For some reason, I cannot eat brownies made from a mix.  I can always tell.  It's the only baked good that I can tell the difference.  There is this gelatin texture/flavor to the mix brownies.  It has a weird sort of foreign chewiness.The kind my mom used to make when I was a kid (and still does) uses cocoa powder and not squares of </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/2361653865666012014/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=2361653865666012014&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/2361653865666012014?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/2361653865666012014?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/06/brownies.html" title="Brownies" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8tx4xBxOXI/SjhmdxRfmbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/SQuur_MN-B4/s72-c/p_Hersheys_Cocoa_Can.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYMRX06eyp7ImA9WxJXGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-5335811503120260774</id><published>2009-06-14T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T09:33:04.313-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-14T09:33:04.313-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="television" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sacramento" /><title>What was that?</title><summary>Over the past week, I've seen this commercial for some new sugar substitute.  While I can barely recall the name of the product, I kept hearing that it was available at some store that sounded like "Rall-Lees".Apparently, the voice over guy is not from California.  I finally saw the logo for this store and it's actually Raley's.  That's pronounced with a long "A", voice over guy. Can someone </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/5335811503120260774/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=5335811503120260774&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/5335811503120260774?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/5335811503120260774?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-was-that.html" title="What was that?" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4HSHg6fyp7ImA9WxJXF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-4086586967167759739</id><published>2009-06-11T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:28:59.617-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-11T21:28:59.617-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random" /><title>Pearls of Wisdom</title><summary>Never let someone take a picture of you that wouldn't want your Grandmother to see.Always use a coaster.Making commercials louder does not make me want to buy your product.It's better to have company on a Friday night.Wear a belt or don't complain when people stare at the asscrack you show them.Making eye contact is powerful.  Use it wisely.Reading is fundamental.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/4086586967167759739/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=4086586967167759739&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/4086586967167759739?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/4086586967167759739?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/06/pearls-of-wisdom.html" title="Pearls of Wisdom" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcFSHszeCp7ImA9WxJXFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-3950347351366451304</id><published>2009-06-10T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:40:19.580-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-10T19:40:19.580-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sacramento" /><title>What Not To Do</title><summary>I was perusing the Craigslist ads for work when I came across this gem.It's not so much the post itself, but the photo that was uploaded with it.  Clearly, the guy took his agent's flyer and did an interesting job of covering up the name of the company (Cornish &amp; Carey, I can tell just by the design) as well as inserting his contact info (which I can't read).I enjoy the myriad of tape securing </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/3950347351366451304/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=3950347351366451304&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/3950347351366451304?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/3950347351366451304?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-not-to-do.html" title="What Not To Do" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8tx4xBxOXI/SjBt3NYMGyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FijIW8OssiI/s72-c/flyer" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4NRn0ycSp7ImA9WxJXFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-67073034915428127</id><published>2009-06-09T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:29:57.399-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-09T19:29:57.399-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sacramento" /><title>Just in case you were wondering...</title><summary>This is the trial I almost had to sit on as a jurist.  I would have been a bad choice for the jury because I felt they were guilty and wouldn't be able to give them a fair trial.This part we didn't hear about in the pre-trial questioning:Halford and Hernandez had moved in as house guests of Danny Hughes, the former drummer in the Steve Miller Band and six-time California State Fair cookie baking </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/67073034915428127/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=67073034915428127&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/67073034915428127?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/67073034915428127?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-in-case-you-were-wondering.html" title="Just in case you were wondering..." /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAEQH4-cSp7ImA9WxJXFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-6834995040559719356</id><published>2009-06-08T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:11:41.059-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-08T21:11:41.059-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grateful List" /><title>How sweet</title><summary>My 2 year old nephew got me the best birthday present.  Three little cans of Play-Doh.  He picked it out himself when my sister told him my birthday was coming up.  He wouldn't even play with it until I opened the gift. What a sweet little boy! Once I opened the gift, all he wanted to do was play with the Play-Doh, with me assisting, of course.  It's so therapeutic to knead that dough and shape </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/6834995040559719356/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=6834995040559719356&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/6834995040559719356?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/6834995040559719356?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-sweet.html" title="How sweet" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EFSHY-cSp7ImA9WxJXFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-3356484279965948699</id><published>2009-06-08T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:20:19.859-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-08T15:20:19.859-07:00</app:edited><title>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><summary>I'm glad I waited to get a iPhone. Now the question is do I want a 32GB or go cheap and get the $99 8GB?</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/3356484279965948699/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=3356484279965948699&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/3356484279965948699?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/3356484279965948699?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html" title="Happy Birthday to Me!" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cERX0zfip7ImA9WxJXE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-3120991770274792786</id><published>2009-06-06T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:10:04.386-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-06T23:10:04.386-07:00</app:edited><title>History Lesson?</title><summary>I was watching House Hunters International and this couple was looking for a vacation house in Nicaragua. What?!? Isn't that the country where the Sandanistas and the Contras were fighting? I remember some bad stuff coming out of that place. So what if it was like 20 years ago. I can't imagine that the country is much more stable now.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/3120991770274792786/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=3120991770274792786&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/3120991770274792786?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/3120991770274792786?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/06/history-lesson.html" title="History Lesson?" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIBQnw_cSp7ImA9WxJXEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-718344350769584802</id><published>2009-06-04T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:55:53.249-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-04T19:55:53.249-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="television" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sacramento" /><title>New Good Day Set</title><summary>Good Day Sacramento unveiled their new set this week.  I haven't really had a good chance to really look at it, but I do have a few thoughts about the new look:What the heck is that thing over the fake fireplace?  It looks like a ship's wheel.   Seriously, is it a clock?  It's really distracting.I do enjoy the giant mock Tower bridge connecting the two sides of the studio.It looks better in HD </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/718344350769584802/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=718344350769584802&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/718344350769584802?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/718344350769584802?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-good-day-set.html" title="New Good Day Set" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0INQH44fSp7ImA9WxJXEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-7865795996778499278</id><published>2009-06-03T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:19:51.035-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-03T20:19:51.035-07:00</app:edited><title>Oh now what?</title><summary>I was perusing the headlines of the Sacramento Business Journal when I read this story titled, Privacy study shows Google’s eyes are everywhere.Basically, it says that many websites track what you do, not through cookies, but what I think is embedded software in their sites from a third party.  It's one of their tricky little ways around their privacy agreements.Of course I know nothing is really</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/7865795996778499278/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=7865795996778499278&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/7865795996778499278?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/7865795996778499278?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-now-what.html" title="Oh now what?" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8FR346fCp7ImA9WxJQGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-789396583131231445</id><published>2009-06-02T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:13:36.014-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-02T20:13:36.014-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pop culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="television" /><title>Yeah, I think we figured it out</title><summary>I haven't watched the MTV Movie awards probably since its inception back in the 1990's, which means I didn't see whatever the hell happened to Eminem.  I read about it on the Yahoo News... OK, I just read the headline, but of course I knew it was all a setup.Here's a tip for today's TV audience, 99% of what you see on TV is set up, planned, staged or otherwise controlled.  It's very rare that </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/789396583131231445/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=789396583131231445&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/789396583131231445?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/789396583131231445?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/06/yeah-i-think-we-figured-it-out.html" title="Yeah, I think we figured it out" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MHQnk7cSp7ImA9WxJQGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-3340588609346948634</id><published>2009-06-01T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:03:53.709-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-01T21:03:53.709-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mac" /><title>Wait a minute!</title><summary>I was perusing the Mac products at Best Buy today when I saw a Norton Anti-virus for Mac.  What the hell?  I thought Mac's didn't have viruses.  Now I'm all paranoid about my computer getting infected by something malicious.  Did I fall for some slick marketing or are Macs really safer from vicious hackers and their idiotic tactics than PCs?</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/3340588609346948634/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=3340588609346948634&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/3340588609346948634?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/3340588609346948634?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/06/wait-minute.html" title="Wait a minute!" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEDQX47fSp7ImA9WxJQGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-8654682073491949257</id><published>2009-06-01T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:11:10.005-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-01T19:11:10.005-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="television" /><title>Why am I watching this?</title><summary>Somehow I got reeled into the latest episode of Jon &amp; Kate plus 8.  Morbid curiosity pulled me in, I guess.  That and not much else to choose from at the time...Coming from a family where multiple births happen naturally, I have issues with people who use fertility drugs and then end up with a gaggle of children.  You won't get any sympathy from me.Regardless, this episode was about Kate's </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/8654682073491949257/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=8654682073491949257&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/8654682073491949257?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/8654682073491949257?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-am-i-watching-this.html" title="Why am I watching this?" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYMRHozfip7ImA9WxJQF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-8175920201520245968</id><published>2009-05-30T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:09:45.486-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-30T18:09:45.486-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="television" /><title>Side Effects May Include</title><summary>Have you seen this commercial for Latisse?  It's this stuff that supposed to make your eyelashes grow fuller. Why not just use mascara?  Mascara doesn't make your skin or eyes darker like whatever the hell Brooke Shields is hawking.  Apparently, that stuff can turn your eyes brown(er). Thanks for making me paranoid about yet another body part!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/8175920201520245968/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=8175920201520245968&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/8175920201520245968?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/8175920201520245968?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/05/side-effects-may-include.html" title="Side Effects May Include" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEMQX0_eyp7ImA9WxJQFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-3296759529310524493</id><published>2009-05-28T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:11:20.343-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-28T20:11:20.343-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pop culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="television" /><title>Thursday Thursday</title><summary>I was watching King of the Hill earlier tonight and heard the best quote ever from Hank Hill's boss, "I'm addicted to the good things in life."  I could totally say the same thing about myself.However, instead of overindulging in lap dances and ice cream like Buck, I tend to have one too many baked goods and pieces of chocolate.  I also sit in my comfy house too much, relaxing on the couch.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/3296759529310524493/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=3296759529310524493&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/3296759529310524493?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/3296759529310524493?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/05/thursday-thursday.html" title="Thursday Thursday" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8EQno_cCp7ImA9WxJQFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-9151764299954138636</id><published>2009-05-27T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:20:03.448-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-27T20:20:03.448-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random" /><title>Perspective</title><summary>My 35th birthday is just under 2 weeks away and I'm not dealing with it well.  In the past, my birthday has been a source of joy for me.  Mostly, this was due to the receipt of presents, but I also enjoy any reason for a celebration.Turning 30 wasn't that big of a deal.  I kind of looked forward to being less anxious about silly things and being more self-confident.  The good thing is that I </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/9151764299954138636/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=9151764299954138636&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/9151764299954138636?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/9151764299954138636?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/05/perspective.html" title="Perspective" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEGQn89cCp7ImA9WxJQE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-2572398799171635607</id><published>2009-05-26T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:07:03.168-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-26T20:07:03.168-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="television" /><title>Now what am I going to do?</title><summary>The season finale of My Boys is on tonight.  It was the last watchable show not in repeats.  What's up with Hollywood?  Can I have a real season of TV please, instead of these half-assed attempts?  Just when I get into a show, suddenly it's the season finale or worse yet, it gets canceled.Seriously, powers that be, would you please get a clue?  People will be staying home a heck of alot more </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/2572398799171635607/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=2572398799171635607&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/2572398799171635607?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/2572398799171635607?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-what-am-i-going-to-do.html" title="Now what am I going to do?" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUMQH04eCp7ImA9WxJQEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-3406465425283825850</id><published>2009-05-23T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T08:58:01.330-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-23T08:58:01.330-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work" /><title>What the?</title><summary>I got this message via a social networking site:just curios since i noticed taht you work for [misspelled company name] or [other company name]???which one is it actually?anywayz im new to real estate and just trying ot netwrk can you tel me if you needed a degree to work for them and was it that you do?Is there a dumbass to English dictionary somewhere?Dear Mr. Smith:Is this a joke?   Are you a </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/3406465425283825850/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=3406465425283825850&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/3406465425283825850?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/3406465425283825850?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/05/what.html" title="What the?" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cHSX0zeCp7ImA9WxJQEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-7637182419190590693</id><published>2009-05-22T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:57:18.380-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-22T20:57:18.380-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rants" /><title>Just a few hints</title><summary>Any residential real estate agents who are contemplating doing a commercial real estate deal, please do me a favor and DON'T DO IT. Just refer the client, who is most likely your friend, distant family member or fellow church goer, to a commercial real estate agent.  You will get a nice referral fee from said CRE agent and the deal won't get all screwed up because you don't know what the hell you</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/7637182419190590693/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=7637182419190590693&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/7637182419190590693?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/7637182419190590693?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-few-hints.html" title="Just a few hints" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYASX8_eyp7ImA9WxJRGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565613.post-460107673646009484</id><published>2009-05-21T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:22:28.143-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-21T21:22:28.143-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work" /><title>Office Conversation</title><summary>"Do you have any leg warmers?" asked the new guy from his cube."That has to be the most absurd question ever asked in the office," I replied from mine.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/feeds/460107673646009484/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7565613&amp;postID=460107673646009484&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/460107673646009484?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7565613/posts/default/460107673646009484?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://limitreached.blogspot.com/2009/05/office-conversation.html" title="Office Conversation" /><author><name>SFChick74</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831141591386755087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04088460260190434721" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
