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Para não perder o hábito, aqui vão duas fotos lindas, dos Festejos Juninos.No dia de São João, 24/06, fizemos uma Festa Junina linda na fazenda, com direito a fogueira, decoração típica, muuiiitttaaa comida, fogos, mastro e orações. Enfim, tudo que uma </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6858410907886874004/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924583170939916270&amp;postID=6858410907886874004&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/6858410907886874004?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/6858410907886874004?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/2011/07/festas-juninas.html" title="Festas Juninas" /><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02162085903390742521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Yz1DlfGRr4/R8b8WRPYLQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/s9Ny7UvyTX4/S220/Bonequinha.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iui3Fdl93Sg/ThRf_ScS-uI/AAAAAAAAALM/G3EllKX935w/s72-c/261528_1817948890803_1302551869_31650981_2361826_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08NRHk4fip7ImA9WhZUFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924583170939916270.post-746583220070128614</id><published>2011-06-08T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T12:04:55.736-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-08T12:04:55.736-07:00</app:edited><title>Sumidinha</title><summary>Olá!Sei que andei sumida, mas é que estou numa correria que sequer consegui sentar para escrever um pouco, sem contar que a internet lá em casa somente chegou semana passada. Fiquei completamente isolada, sem telefone, sem TV e sem internet. E sobrevivi... O motivo de minha ausência é justo, já que até que enfim, me mudei para uma casa que acabamos de construir e que muito falo dela por aqui. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/feeds/746583220070128614/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924583170939916270&amp;postID=746583220070128614&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/746583220070128614?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/746583220070128614?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/2011/06/sumidinha.html" title="Sumidinha" /><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02162085903390742521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Yz1DlfGRr4/R8b8WRPYLQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/s9Ny7UvyTX4/S220/Bonequinha.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O1DY8oxxXkc/Te_HTJSYIYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I6RonJ5y-0o/s72-c/TUNICO.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMFQ3oyeyp7ImA9WhZQGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924583170939916270.post-7211713443134638326</id><published>2011-04-27T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T06:30:12.493-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-28T06:30:12.493-07:00</app:edited><title>Embalagens e cartões</title><summary>Sou daquelas que dá mais valor à embalagem que ao presente. Desde que a Maria Antônia nasceu, já perdi as contas de quantos cartões, tags, etiquetas e outras embalagens personalizadas encomendei prá ela.Tenho diversos cartões sociais. Só com meu nome, o nome meu e de meu marido, alguns com o nome da família etc. Além, é claro de alguns específicos para datas especiais, como Páscoa, Natal e </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/feeds/7211713443134638326/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924583170939916270&amp;postID=7211713443134638326&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/7211713443134638326?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/7211713443134638326?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/2011/04/embalagens-e-cartoes.html" title="Embalagens e cartões" /><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02162085903390742521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Yz1DlfGRr4/R8b8WRPYLQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/s9Ny7UvyTX4/S220/Bonequinha.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6E6gj-SITMY/TblrvFO5t3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/9PHkQ2WGtig/s72-c/351.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkABSHg-cSp7ImA9WhZSFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924583170939916270.post-5526774716241677515</id><published>2011-03-29T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T17:45:59.659-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-31T17:45:59.659-07:00</app:edited><title>Shabby chic</title><summary> Estou terminando a construção de minha casa. Uma construção que envolveu e ainda envolve histórias e estórias. Começamos, quase terminamos, paramos, retomamos, paramos novamente, decidimos comprar um apartamento, desistimos e voltamos para a casa que era nosso sonho antigo, mudamos projetos, tivemos vários projetos de vida pararelos à construção.Tivemos também, inúmeros problemas e percalços </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5526774716241677515/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924583170939916270&amp;postID=5526774716241677515&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/5526774716241677515?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/5526774716241677515?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/2011/03/shabby-chic.html" title="Shabby chic" /><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02162085903390742521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Yz1DlfGRr4/R8b8WRPYLQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/s9Ny7UvyTX4/S220/Bonequinha.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCxZ6sFHQ_Q/TZIHprENX5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/bs-XtGWMFzc/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMESXsyeSp7ImA9Wx9aGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924583170939916270.post-7805513830662943634</id><published>2011-03-12T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:06:48.591-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-12T22:06:48.591-08:00</app:edited><title>Aline Felix - Foi Assim</title><summary /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/feeds/7805513830662943634/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924583170939916270&amp;postID=7805513830662943634&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/7805513830662943634?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/7805513830662943634?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/2011/03/aline-felix-foi-assim.html" title="Aline Felix - Foi Assim" /><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02162085903390742521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Yz1DlfGRr4/R8b8WRPYLQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/s9Ny7UvyTX4/S220/Bonequinha.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/S8QxwskwLxo/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04FQnczcSp7ImA9Wx9aGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924583170939916270.post-5951103327086468883</id><published>2011-03-11T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T08:45:13.989-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-11T08:45:13.989-08:00</app:edited><title>Holla como estas???</title><summary> Cheguei de viagem na quarta-feira e somente hoje consegui respirar para poder sentar e escrever um pouquinho. O retorno é sempre muito desgastante, porque é tanta pendência prá resolver, que a gente fica com a sensação que nem teve férias, mas enfim... I'm back!Punta Cana é lindo! Vale muito a pena o passeio. Tem muito de nossas praias, mas a infra-estrutura é muito maior e o investimento no </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5951103327086468883/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924583170939916270&amp;postID=5951103327086468883&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/5951103327086468883?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/5951103327086468883?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/2011/03/holla-como-estas.html" title="Holla como estas???" /><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02162085903390742521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Yz1DlfGRr4/R8b8WRPYLQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/s9Ny7UvyTX4/S220/Bonequinha.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sht1WbRB20s/TXpRVCPW7nI/AAAAAAAAAHs/H-F5sbYARFk/s72-c/197127_1617969531444_1302551869_31385083_3167553_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMFSHo5eCp7ImA9Wx9UF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924583170939916270.post-7349377611499168125</id><published>2011-02-14T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:10:19.420-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-15T10:10:19.420-08:00</app:edited><title>Não tem manual...</title><summary>Se não me engano, tem uma atriz que não me lembro quem, escreveu um livro mais ou menos com este título "Não tem manual, e agora"?, falando sobre as dificuldades e, principalmente, sobre as dúvidas de se criar um filho.Vira e mexe, tenho que concordar com ela, porque afinal de contas, se o filho é educado, bem sucedido, é porque tem o gênio bom, mas se o contrário acontece, a primeira frase que </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/feeds/7349377611499168125/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924583170939916270&amp;postID=7349377611499168125&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/7349377611499168125?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/7349377611499168125?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-tem-manual.html" title="Não tem manual..." /><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02162085903390742521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Yz1DlfGRr4/R8b8WRPYLQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/s9Ny7UvyTX4/S220/Bonequinha.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5XBxAMsQg0/TVrBZiGKdBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Q_mNR9aWvMk/s72-c/stress.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMNQnozfCp7ImA9Wx9VGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924583170939916270.post-2285733554281662177</id><published>2011-02-04T07:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T07:48:13.484-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-04T07:48:13.484-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Praia do Forte" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Viagem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Punta Cana" /><title>Viagem pós férias</title><summary>Este ano foi atípico, já que não tiramos férias no período que sempre costumamos viajar. Pensávamos que estaríamos na casa nova... Mas o quê???Como as aulas da Maria Antônia começam na segunda 07/02 e ela está indo para o 1 ano, que acho que é um marco na vida de todo estudante, resolvemos esperar as aulas começarem, ela conhecer professores, colegas novos etc e depois, antes do carnaval, que é </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/feeds/2285733554281662177/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924583170939916270&amp;postID=2285733554281662177&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/2285733554281662177?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/2285733554281662177?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/2011/02/viagem-pos-ferias.html" title="Viagem pós férias" /><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02162085903390742521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Yz1DlfGRr4/R8b8WRPYLQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/s9Ny7UvyTX4/S220/Bonequinha.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yz1DlfGRr4/TUweHb8j_lI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_j7yGKzkNlo/s72-c/PUNTA_CANA_I.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMQ305eSp7ImA9Wx9VGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924583170939916270.post-3890828216686812703</id><published>2011-01-31T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T11:38:02.321-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-04T11:38:02.321-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="educação" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Filhos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="criança" /><title>E elas crescem...</title><summary>A Maria Antônia vai fazer 6 anos em abril e sempre teve babá. Muito mais por comodidade, nos últimos tempos, do que por necessidade. Mas enfim, começamos o ano sem a babá, que foi em busca de novos horizontes. O que a princípio me pareceu um problema, acabou se revelando uma grande e grata descoberta: minha filha cresceu!E como era de se esperar, todo crescimento gera conflitos, incertezas e </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/feeds/3890828216686812703/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924583170939916270&amp;postID=3890828216686812703&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/3890828216686812703?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/3890828216686812703?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-elas-crescem.html" title="E elas crescem..." /><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02162085903390742521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Yz1DlfGRr4/R8b8WRPYLQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/s9Ny7UvyTX4/S220/Bonequinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUCRHo5fCp7ImA9WxFaGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924583170939916270.post-859108290095889236</id><published>2010-07-22T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T07:01:05.424-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-22T07:01:05.424-07:00</app:edited><title>Será???</title><summary>Depois de muito relutar, lendo e relendo os posts antigos, tento, de forma tímida ainda, escrever algo. Prá mim é muito difícil recomeçar, depois de tanto tempo e de tantas coisas que aconteceram. Lembro que meu primeiro blog era sobre minha tentativa de engravidar, depois da minha gravidez e logo em seguida, sobre a nova vida de mãe.Agora, mais madura (velha nunca), nem sei sobre o que escrever,</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/feeds/859108290095889236/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924583170939916270&amp;postID=859108290095889236&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/859108290095889236?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/859108290095889236?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/2010/07/sera.html" title="Será???" /><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02162085903390742521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Yz1DlfGRr4/R8b8WRPYLQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/s9Ny7UvyTX4/S220/Bonequinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EFQHgzeSp7ImA9Wx5TEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924583170939916270.post-1997666763609483160</id><published>2008-03-17T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:26:51.681-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-26T09:26:51.681-07:00</app:edited><title>Tudo ao mesmo tempo agora...</title><summary>Maria Antônia começou a estudar e eu aos poucos vou voltando ao trabalho, tentando equilibrar as diversas responsabilidades com o cotidiano cada dia mais atribulado.Sei que nem sempre darei conta, mas procuro estar o mais presente possível na vida de minha filha e de meu marido, pois sinto que durante um tempo estive muito ausente e negligenciei meu lado familiar em prol do meu lado profissional.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/feeds/1997666763609483160/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924583170939916270&amp;postID=1997666763609483160&amp;isPopup=true" title="26 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/1997666763609483160?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/1997666763609483160?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/2008/03/tudo-ao-mesmo-tempo-agora.html" title="Tudo ao mesmo tempo agora..." /><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02162085903390742521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Yz1DlfGRr4/R8b8WRPYLQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/s9Ny7UvyTX4/S220/Bonequinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0INR3g9fyp7ImA9WxZXEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924583170939916270.post-5201787231089027861</id><published>2008-02-27T15:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T15:39:56.667-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-27T15:39:56.667-08:00</app:edited><title>Inaugurando!</title><summary>Novo blog!!!=]</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5201787231089027861/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IEQnc-cSp7ImA9Wx5TEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924583170939916270.post-5938194575383432638</id><published>2008-02-16T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:25:03.959-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-26T09:25:03.959-07:00</app:edited><title>E cá estou</title><summary>Gente, nem acredito que estou aqui a escrever, depois de um ano sabático.A Mic ano passado registrou um domínio exclusivo prá mim, fez um layout maravilhoso, se empenhou toda para o meu retorno, mas infelizmente, quando eu sentava, não conseguia escrever uma única linha. Fazer o quê né??? E cá estou, no mesmo formato antigo e arcaico da UOL, com um layout padrão, mas feliz por estar próximas de </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5938194575383432638/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924583170939916270&amp;postID=5938194575383432638&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/5938194575383432638?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924583170939916270/posts/default/5938194575383432638?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://momentosememorias.blogspot.com/2008/02/e-c-estou.html" title="E cá estou" /><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02162085903390742521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Yz1DlfGRr4/R8b8WRPYLQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/s9Ny7UvyTX4/S220/Bonequinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

