<?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-693714075825874853</id><updated>2024-11-01T06:37:28.122-04:00</updated><category term="Funny"/><category term="Beagle"/><category term="Dogs"/><category term="boys"/><category term="Christmas"/><category term="Christmas Vacation"/><category term="Christmas cookies"/><category term="Christmas movie"/><category term="Fred Claus"/><category term="Movies"/><category term="Paul Giamatti"/><category term="Pillsbury cookie dough"/><category term="Santa Claus"/><category term="Thanksgiving"/><category term="Turkey"/><category term="Vince Vaughn"/><category term="art work"/><category term="dog bowls"/><category term="dog parks"/><category term="happiness"/><category term="happy"/><category term="heartwarming"/><category term="holiday movies"/><category term="husbands"/><category term="kids"/><category term="life"/><category term="mom guilt"/><category term="playing"/><category term="pre school"/><category term="stress"/><category term="turkeys"/><category term="water"/><title type='text'>Tammy&#39;s Two Cents</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01229659879210481712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEg5q7cp2IPKHbEW7irIUel90sZ-cECLZ7AvWafg0Cz_IYqK38n7CRXhWrsY4PdrW7yRN78UAbL3r9L37yjzVKy89dgouZXBxOvE6jEcnRw5GQxk5kbnrfoRt_uffnc0/s220/IMG_1876.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693714075825874853.post-2754563222345144222</id><published>2010-01-03T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:58:58.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The holidays are over. My son goes back to school tomorrow after being off for 2 weeks. It is back to the daily grind. This time of year is so depressing to me. I live in the northeast, so winters are not fun most of the time. But thanks to global warming, we do get a warmer than normal winter. But if the start of this winter is any indication we are in for a bad one. We had 2 feet of snow the Saturday before Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;
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Also check back for some product reviews, as Christmas gifts get opened and played with, I will let you know if they are worth the time and money.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/2754563222345144222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2010/01/holidays-are-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/2754563222345144222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/2754563222345144222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2010/01/holidays-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01229659879210481712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEg5q7cp2IPKHbEW7irIUel90sZ-cECLZ7AvWafg0Cz_IYqK38n7CRXhWrsY4PdrW7yRN78UAbL3r9L37yjzVKy89dgouZXBxOvE6jEcnRw5GQxk5kbnrfoRt_uffnc0/s220/IMG_1876.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693714075825874853.post-3808975990897410688</id><published>2009-12-15T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:44:12.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Join BettyCrocker.com for exclusive members-only benefits and FREE newsletter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://recipes.bettycrocker.com/?WT.mc_id=paid_search_100100_636119&amp;amp;WT.srch=1&amp;amp;esrc=11074&quot;&gt;Join BettyCrocker.com for exclusive members-only benefits and FREE newsletter!&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/3808975990897410688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/12/join-bettycrockercom-for-exclusive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/3808975990897410688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/3808975990897410688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/12/join-bettycrockercom-for-exclusive.html' title='Join BettyCrocker.com for exclusive members-only benefits and FREE newsletter!'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01229659879210481712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEg5q7cp2IPKHbEW7irIUel90sZ-cECLZ7AvWafg0Cz_IYqK38n7CRXhWrsY4PdrW7yRN78UAbL3r9L37yjzVKy89dgouZXBxOvE6jEcnRw5GQxk5kbnrfoRt_uffnc0/s220/IMG_1876.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693714075825874853.post-1606171750467984777</id><published>2009-12-13T22:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:30:56.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Offers on Breastfeeding Kit - Enfamil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.enfamil.com/app/iwp/enfamil/certificate.do?dm=enf&amp;id=/Consumer_Home2/Enf_Tools_Resources/Enf_Programs_Offers/BreastfeedingKit&amp;iwpst=B2C&amp;ls=0&amp;csred=1&amp;r=3438214187&gt;Special Offers on Breastfeeding Kit - Enfamil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href=&quot;http://sharethis.com&quot;&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/1606171750467984777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/12/special-offers-on-breastfeeding-kit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/1606171750467984777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/1606171750467984777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/12/special-offers-on-breastfeeding-kit.html' title='Special Offers on Breastfeeding Kit - Enfamil'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01229659879210481712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEg5q7cp2IPKHbEW7irIUel90sZ-cECLZ7AvWafg0Cz_IYqK38n7CRXhWrsY4PdrW7yRN78UAbL3r9L37yjzVKy89dgouZXBxOvE6jEcnRw5GQxk5kbnrfoRt_uffnc0/s220/IMG_1876.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693714075825874853.post-8843303930152425547</id><published>2009-12-13T22:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:08:49.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #ead1dc; color: #741b47; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Well yesterday was my birthday. I had a great time spending it with my family. But it made me remember a great story about my dog Charlie. You know how they say chocolate can kill a dog, well not my&amp;nbsp; dog. A couple of years back, my husband went and bougth me a chocolate cake for my birthday. I love chocolate cake, it is the only kind I will eat. And when I have it, it is a great treat. Well we had my cake that night, and it was just sooooo good. There was more than half a cake left, we put it in the fridge for safe keeping or so we thought. The next day we went out for the day. After a long day the only thing I was looking forward to was a piece of my birthday cake. Well I was too late, Charlie had gotten into the fridge again and got my cake. That dog ate all of the cake that was left. All that was left was an empty box, not a crumb of cake to be found. I have to say with all the bad things this dog did, this was the only time, I called shelters to take him. My husband eventually talked me&amp;nbsp;down off the wall and talked me out of taking the dog to a kill shelter. But I have to tell you for a small moment in time, Iwanted to kill the dog myself. You do not mess with my chocolate cake. If my husband had eaten all of my birthday cake, I would have been sending him off to a kill shelter. Needless to say Charlie stuck around for a few more years and died of natural causes, so please all you animal lovers out there,I did not kill my dog. But I know&amp;nbsp;you chocolate lovers out there know what I am talking about, don&#39;t mess with our chocolate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/8843303930152425547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/8843303930152425547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/8843303930152425547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01229659879210481712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEg5q7cp2IPKHbEW7irIUel90sZ-cECLZ7AvWafg0Cz_IYqK38n7CRXhWrsY4PdrW7yRN78UAbL3r9L37yjzVKy89dgouZXBxOvE6jEcnRw5GQxk5kbnrfoRt_uffnc0/s220/IMG_1876.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693714075825874853.post-2891419738283294509</id><published>2009-12-09T23:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:43:43.758-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas cookies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pillsbury cookie dough"/><title type='text'>Christmas Cookies</title><content type='html'>I have to give a shout out to Pillsbury Cookie Dough. Every year I make my own sugar cookies for Christmas. But yesterday in the supermarket my son says to me, mom can we buy this cookie dough and make Christmas cookies for my class. Well, not having time to make my own, I said sure lets give Pillsbury a try. Well let me tell you, we made them tonight and they are great. We used our own cookie cutters to make holiday cookies. It was the easiest thing I have ever done. Open the package, roll out the dough, cut into shapes and bake. My son and husband loved them so much I had to stop them so we had enough left to bring to school tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
Trust me, if you love to bake, but don&#39;t have the time, give these a try. You will not be disappointed.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/2891419738283294509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/2891419738283294509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/2891419738283294509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cookies.html' title='Christmas Cookies'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01229659879210481712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEg5q7cp2IPKHbEW7irIUel90sZ-cECLZ7AvWafg0Cz_IYqK38n7CRXhWrsY4PdrW7yRN78UAbL3r9L37yjzVKy89dgouZXBxOvE6jEcnRw5GQxk5kbnrfoRt_uffnc0/s220/IMG_1876.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693714075825874853.post-6574623344684922949</id><published>2009-12-09T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:29:01.573-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mom guilt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="playing"/><title type='text'>Mom Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIB0eBIB3_l3ndCpULOKpkKr8w_0_GNF0IMfSjDhpTW_ZIw79x7lSRh-EyA0py60p-Y6zttyx2aJ8_wvVuRhYrFUtjZUT2qO0PrjsKFmP9WkED9VLP1GBIF9G7VYH74XC2Mzi73Xq4l5z8/s1600-h/IMG_2333.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; ps=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIB0eBIB3_l3ndCpULOKpkKr8w_0_GNF0IMfSjDhpTW_ZIw79x7lSRh-EyA0py60p-Y6zttyx2aJ8_wvVuRhYrFUtjZUT2qO0PrjsKFmP9WkED9VLP1GBIF9G7VYH74XC2Mzi73Xq4l5z8/s320/IMG_2333.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Ok I got the mom guilt going. I have a 5 year old son and a 4 month old son. Last night my 5 year says to me, &quot;Mom how come you don&#39;t play with me that much anymore&quot;. AHHHHHHHHH What is a mom to say. I feel so bad. I just told him that I now have to give some of my attention to his little brother, but I will try&amp;nbsp; to play with him more than I have in the past couple of weeks. So now I am trying my best to play when he asks.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/6574623344684922949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/12/mom-guilt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/6574623344684922949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/6574623344684922949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/12/mom-guilt.html' title='Mom Guilt'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01229659879210481712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEg5q7cp2IPKHbEW7irIUel90sZ-cECLZ7AvWafg0Cz_IYqK38n7CRXhWrsY4PdrW7yRN78UAbL3r9L37yjzVKy89dgouZXBxOvE6jEcnRw5GQxk5kbnrfoRt_uffnc0/s220/IMG_1876.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIB0eBIB3_l3ndCpULOKpkKr8w_0_GNF0IMfSjDhpTW_ZIw79x7lSRh-EyA0py60p-Y6zttyx2aJ8_wvVuRhYrFUtjZUT2qO0PrjsKFmP9WkED9VLP1GBIF9G7VYH74XC2Mzi73Xq4l5z8/s72-c/IMG_2333.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693714075825874853.post-4519440047988679309</id><published>2009-12-04T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:41:13.749-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas movie"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fred Claus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartwarming"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Paul Giamatti"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Santa Claus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vince Vaughn"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Another Christmas movie I just love is Fred Claus with Vince Vaughn as Fred and Paul Giamatti as Santa Claus. This is such a funny movie, and at the same time very heartwarming. Fred is the older brother of Santa Claus. Fred becomes bitter from living in the shadow of his little brother, Nick, who becomes Santa Claus. I just love this movie, it really works. The supporting cast is great too. John Michael Higgins is great as Willie the head elf. He is in love with Santa&#39;s assistant, but she can&#39;t even remember his name. Kevin Spacey and Kathy Bates also play great roles. Check this one out, this gets 5 stars from me for a wonderful and funny Christmas movie.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/4519440047988679309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-christmas-movie-i-just-love-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/4519440047988679309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/4519440047988679309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-christmas-movie-i-just-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01229659879210481712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEg5q7cp2IPKHbEW7irIUel90sZ-cECLZ7AvWafg0Cz_IYqK38n7CRXhWrsY4PdrW7yRN78UAbL3r9L37yjzVKy89dgouZXBxOvE6jEcnRw5GQxk5kbnrfoRt_uffnc0/s220/IMG_1876.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693714075825874853.post-8896629975862591412</id><published>2009-12-03T22:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:09:03.322-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="husbands"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stress"/><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>So I have heard that happy people are healthier, live better and have less stress. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, could that be true, all you have to do is be happy, not think negative thoughts and you could feel better and have less stress. If that is all it takes, I have to give it a try. Not that I am not a happy person, but I do have my moments. My husband would tell you I have a lot of those moments, but this is not about him.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would start this morning. I woke up and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; wow it is going to be a great day filled with happy thoughts, until I realized I woke up almost 40 minutes late. But no that is not going to ruin my day of happy thoughts. I can make up the time. I just have to feed my screaming 4 month old, get breakfast made for my 5 year old, and get us all dressed and ready to be out the door in less than 2o minutes. Not a problem, still thinking my happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so my son was late for school. Not a big deal, still thinking those happy thoughts. Next is food shopping with my 4 month old, off we go to the super market. Get a cart, put my son and his car seat in the cart. Start food shopping. Half way through my little guy starts flipping out. Not a big deal all babies cry, still thinking happy thoughts. Finally finish shopping, get to the check out and realize I don&#39;t have my wallet and no money in my pocketbook. OK hold it together not that bad, keep thinking those happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Go home get money, go back to food shopping, all the time my 4 month is throwing a fit, now because we are late for a feeding. Not a big deal, still thinking those happy thoughts. Finally get home, get a call from my son&#39;s school, forgot to give him his lunch and he is flipping out. OK, get lunch and bring it to school. Not a problem, still thinking happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Finally get home, feed the baby, change the baby, baby pees all over me and the wall. Not a big deal, still trying hard to think happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;My husband calls from work to see how my day is going and I tell him I am doing good, thinking my happy thoughts. He says that is good that your day is going well, because he is going to need to work late. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, not a big deal, trying harder now to keep thinking those happy thoughts. My 5 year old comes home from school, crying because his buddy couldn&#39;t come over and play. My 4 month old decides he is going to join him in the screaming. Ah, but trying even harder to think happy thoughts. Now it is dinner time, husband is still at work, both kids are now screaming because they are hungry. Make dinner, burn dinner. Oh my where are those happy thoughts now. Finally get both boys there dinner. Get them in there p.j.s and ready for bed. Husband comes home. Boys go to bed, the day is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;I have come to a scientific conclusion today, trying to be happy is way too stressful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Day!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/8896629975862591412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/8896629975862591412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/8896629975862591412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-d.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01229659879210481712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEg5q7cp2IPKHbEW7irIUel90sZ-cECLZ7AvWafg0Cz_IYqK38n7CRXhWrsY4PdrW7yRN78UAbL3r9L37yjzVKy89dgouZXBxOvE6jEcnRw5GQxk5kbnrfoRt_uffnc0/s220/IMG_1876.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693714075825874853.post-2050641088174742124</id><published>2009-11-30T22:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:05:33.342-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas Vacation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday movies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies"/><title type='text'>Christmas Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the next couple of weeks I want to take a little time to blog about my favorite Christmas movies. So tonight I would like to talk about National Lampoons Christmas Vacation. This is an all time classic. It is the 20Th anniversary of this funny movie. I think I like it so much, because as outrageous as it is, I could see this happening at my house. I could see the tree being lite on fire, or a cat blowing up. I could see my house with 10,000 twinkling lights. Come who doesn&#39;t have a relative like cousin Eddie. The person who makes you cringe every time they are around. But in all this movie just makes me laugh my butt off. So when the holidays get crazy, I just pop this movie into the DVD player and laugh for a good hour and a half, before I have to go back the reality of my crazy life. So this makes one of my all time favorite Christmas movies because of the laughs and one liners and the relatives that make you cringe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/2050641088174742124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/2050641088174742124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/2050641088174742124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-movies.html' title='Christmas Movies'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01229659879210481712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEg5q7cp2IPKHbEW7irIUel90sZ-cECLZ7AvWafg0Cz_IYqK38n7CRXhWrsY4PdrW7yRN78UAbL3r9L37yjzVKy89dgouZXBxOvE6jEcnRw5GQxk5kbnrfoRt_uffnc0/s220/IMG_1876.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693714075825874853.post-6577621087571112389</id><published>2009-11-28T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T00:38:03.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tammy&#39;s Two Cents: My 5 Year Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-5-year-old.html&quot;&gt;Tammy&#39;s Two Cents: My 5 Year Old&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/6577621087571112389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/11/tammys-two-cents-my-5-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/6577621087571112389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/6577621087571112389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/11/tammys-two-cents-my-5-year-old.html' title='Tammy&#39;s Two Cents: My 5 Year Old'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01229659879210481712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEg5q7cp2IPKHbEW7irIUel90sZ-cECLZ7AvWafg0Cz_IYqK38n7CRXhWrsY4PdrW7yRN78UAbL3r9L37yjzVKy89dgouZXBxOvE6jEcnRw5GQxk5kbnrfoRt_uffnc0/s220/IMG_1876.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693714075825874853.post-7666332910489552984</id><published>2009-11-28T00:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T00:37:41.583-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art work"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pre school"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="turkeys"/><title type='text'>My 5 Year Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;My beautiful, amazing son come home from pre-school last week with an art and craft project. Nothing unusual about that, kids bring home there art projects all the time, right? Well my sons art work was a turkey and this was special turkey. This turkey was wearing a &quot;boobie holder&quot; aka a bra. At first I was a little shocked. But then the more I looked at it and thought about it, I just had to laugh. I mean life is so short, why not laugh. OK my 5 year is a little obsessed with boobies, is that so wrong?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/7666332910489552984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-5-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/7666332910489552984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/7666332910489552984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-5-year-old.html' title='My 5 Year Old'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01229659879210481712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEg5q7cp2IPKHbEW7irIUel90sZ-cECLZ7AvWafg0Cz_IYqK38n7CRXhWrsY4PdrW7yRN78UAbL3r9L37yjzVKy89dgouZXBxOvE6jEcnRw5GQxk5kbnrfoRt_uffnc0/s220/IMG_1876.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693714075825874853.post-7412484536787885589</id><published>2009-11-28T00:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T00:28:24.287-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beagle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dog bowls"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dog parks"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dogs"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="water"/><title type='text'>Dog Parks</title><content type='html'>Just a quick blog about Charlie. When we took our dogs to the dog park, Harley our doberman was great. She would play and make friends with all the dogs in the park. &lt;br /&gt;Charlie also made friends, but he had some issues. Charlie was the dog in the dog park that would drink all the water out of other dog&#39;s bowls. Then being the nice dog he was, he would refill all those bowls he emptied. He would Pee in them to refill the bowls. Good boy Charlie, you made us proud. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/7412484536787885589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/11/dog-parks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/7412484536787885589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/7412484536787885589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/11/dog-parks.html' title='Dog Parks'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01229659879210481712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEg5q7cp2IPKHbEW7irIUel90sZ-cECLZ7AvWafg0Cz_IYqK38n7CRXhWrsY4PdrW7yRN78UAbL3r9L37yjzVKy89dgouZXBxOvE6jEcnRw5GQxk5kbnrfoRt_uffnc0/s220/IMG_1876.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693714075825874853.post-328586297940156094</id><published>2009-11-25T21:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:59:58.749-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beagle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dogs"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thanksgiving"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Turkey"/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;Let me start by saying Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;I do love Thanksgiving. Being with family, just enjoying the day and each others company. And of course the food, how can you not love the food. But what I love most about Thanksgiving is the leftovers. For me, turkey always tastes better the day after. My Friday after Thanksgiving starts with me rising in the early a.m. to do my Black Friday shopping. And then return home for a great turkey sandwich lunch. But one year it did not work out that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;We had a beagle named Charlie. He was a good dog most of the time. But that 1% of the time, he was the devil dog in disguise. We had just finished a morning of shopping and was coming home to enjoy some leftover turkey. As soon as we opened the door, we knew something was seriously wrong. No we had not been robbed, it was worse then that. Charlie had gotten into the refrigerator again. Yes again, this was not the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;See we had this old refrigerator and if Charlie rubbed his nose the right way between the door and frig, it would pop open. Well inside that fridge was 2 tubberwares full of my grandmother&#39;s turkey. Possibly the best turkey under the sun. I love the white meat, my husband is a dark me guy. But getting back to my story. We had walked into the house and to our horror we say tubberware ripped apart all over the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;This dog somehow was able to get 2 tubberware containers open. What was worse was the turkey was all gone. The one tubberware containing all the white meat had nothing left in it, the tubberware containing all the dark meat had nothing left. How could this be? How could a 40 lb dog eat all that turkey? And the next question was, where were the bones? Did he eat the whole turkey leg, including the bone? It could not be possible. Could it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;Well all we had to do was look at Charlie to get our answer. Our 40 lb beagle now looked like a keg barrel with feet. That dog was big, round and no longer walked, he waddled like he was nine months pregnant with triplets. My next thought was, can&#39;t eating all that turkey kill a dog. No not my beagle, for he was a special dog with special eating powers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;For the next week this barrel of a dog waddled around. When he went out to do his business, he couldn&#39;t hunch over to poop, so he just walked as it fell out of his behind. He even pooped out a few bones. Needless to say Charlie lived to see another day and kept getting into the fridge and eating whatever his little heart desired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;All I remember is that was the year without leftovers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;Charlie has since passed on, and believe it or not, it was not from overeating. He will be missed this Thanksgiving, but at least I know, my turkey sandwich is safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/328586297940156094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/328586297940156094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/328586297940156094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01229659879210481712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEg5q7cp2IPKHbEW7irIUel90sZ-cECLZ7AvWafg0Cz_IYqK38n7CRXhWrsY4PdrW7yRN78UAbL3r9L37yjzVKy89dgouZXBxOvE6jEcnRw5GQxk5kbnrfoRt_uffnc0/s220/IMG_1876.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693714075825874853.post-553214061613460161</id><published>2009-11-22T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:14:31.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog Harley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDsh_uu0Nd0ex46vr6hBb0tVjL37SqqC_WVrzR6u3ALmJ9m-roUkXnuSmQ6PVicUKnnUOqsLm43JOgZEcJhzxQxLr2KaD49J0Rfq9JBpln7NV6gM_rZS5cKZ3kA1yxFmGT6kLsP-qr3FAX/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407130334033881394&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDsh_uu0Nd0ex46vr6hBb0tVjL37SqqC_WVrzR6u3ALmJ9m-roUkXnuSmQ6PVicUKnnUOqsLm43JOgZEcJhzxQxLr2KaD49J0Rfq9JBpln7NV6gM_rZS5cKZ3kA1yxFmGT6kLsP-qr3FAX/s320/IMG_0003.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;lucida grande&quot; color=&quot;#cc33cc&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had a beautiful doberman named Harley. My husband and I bought her from a breeder in May of 1997. She passed away this July. She was 12 years old and we were told we were lucky to have a doberman live that long. She was healthy up until the night she had a stroke walking up the stairs. We lost her the next morning. The kicker was that at the time I was 8 months pregnant with my son, Dominic. I never really got to mourn her passing. I was too busy rushing off to doctor&#39;s appointments and taking care of my 5 year son. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;lucida grande&quot; color=&quot;#cc33cc&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now and here I want to pay her the respect she so deserves. She was my first baby. I remember the ride home from PA were we got her back to our home in NJ. She sat on my lap the whole ride, just staring up at me with those big brown eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;lucida grande&quot; color=&quot;#cc33cc&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;My husband and I were nervous when we introduced another dog into our life in 2000. A beagle we rescued named Charlie. Yes we had 2 dogs, Harley and Charlie. That was not planned. Anyway stories about Charlie will come in later blogs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;lucida grande&quot; color=&quot;#cc33cc&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harley learned to love Charlie in her own little way. But I am going off course. I will have many delightful stories about Harley and Charlie. But right now I just want to say, Harley I miss you terribly, you were the best dog I have ever had. You were my little girl. I miss you in the middle of the night when we are having a thunderstorm, and you are not there to jump on the bed and hide under the covers with me. I miss you when I open the refrigertar door and pull out a slice of cheese and you are not there waiting for your slice. I miss you in the morning when you would stick that cold nose in my side, because that was your way of letting me know you had to go and go bad. I just plain miss you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;lucida grande&quot; color=&quot;#cc33cc&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you Harley, the best dog in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/553214061613460161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-dog-harley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/553214061613460161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/693714075825874853/posts/default/553214061613460161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tammytwocents.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-dog-harley.html' title='My Dog Harley'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01229659879210481712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEg5q7cp2IPKHbEW7irIUel90sZ-cECLZ7AvWafg0Cz_IYqK38n7CRXhWrsY4PdrW7yRN78UAbL3r9L37yjzVKy89dgouZXBxOvE6jEcnRw5GQxk5kbnrfoRt_uffnc0/s220/IMG_1876.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDsh_uu0Nd0ex46vr6hBb0tVjL37SqqC_WVrzR6u3ALmJ9m-roUkXnuSmQ6PVicUKnnUOqsLm43JOgZEcJhzxQxLr2KaD49J0Rfq9JBpln7NV6gM_rZS5cKZ3kA1yxFmGT6kLsP-qr3FAX/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>