<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194740163298916936</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:31:11.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo Says What....</title><subtitle type='html'>This site is devoted to the comments of a 4 year old. I honestly do not know where she comes up with half of it. She is strong willed, stubborn, and a princess. I couldn't love her more! (even when she is being a pain in the butt)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsuEZ2P2A5g/TZOf4NuVtUI/AAAAAAAADPU/ItjbQXDdQ8I/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194740163298916936.post-2382023467831922615</id><published>2010-01-02T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:09:02.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploding Color Science Kit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/Sz_8OD7EbxI/AAAAAAAABpg/D5npp8nptDY/s1600-h/DSC07802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/Sz_8OD7EbxI/AAAAAAAABpg/D5npp8nptDY/s320/DSC07802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lauren loved the science kit that we got her for Christmas. Sh played for almost 3 hours mixing baking soda, citric acid, and vinegar together. Great snowy day activity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194740163298916936-2382023467831922615?l=losayswhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2382023467831922615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/exploding-color-science-kit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/2382023467831922615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/2382023467831922615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/exploding-color-science-kit.html' title='Exploding Color Science Kit'/><author><name>MA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsuEZ2P2A5g/TZOf4NuVtUI/AAAAAAAADPU/ItjbQXDdQ8I/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/Sz_8OD7EbxI/AAAAAAAABpg/D5npp8nptDY/s72-c/DSC07802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194740163298916936.post-2735634252409094243</id><published>2009-10-24T12:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:28:58.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What? Yes....</title><content type='html'>So Lauren likes to ask the question, "You know what?" She knows you don't know and why we ask the question before we say something I don't know. But its her opening line before she's about to tell you something and she knows that you are going to say "no." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at preschool the other day she asked one of the little girls that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo: You know what Bella? (Expecting a "no" response)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo stops looks at her for a sec confused: You do? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo (still confused): Oh ok! I get to go home now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194740163298916936-2735634252409094243?l=losayswhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2735634252409094243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-what-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/2735634252409094243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/2735634252409094243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-what-yes.html' title='You Know What? Yes....'/><author><name>MA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsuEZ2P2A5g/TZOf4NuVtUI/AAAAAAAADPU/ItjbQXDdQ8I/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194740163298916936.post-5103187552549618790</id><published>2009-05-07T19:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:41:45.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Years??</title><content type='html'>Lauren fell in LOVE with a dress at Target the last time we were there. She loves dresses as it is but when she LOVES one she will carry that thing the entire time we are at the store. The last time we were there she found a blue dress. The next day she wore it to my mothers (Nana) house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them were at the sink washing there hands when the following conversation occured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana: I love your dress Lauren. It's so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren (very nonchalant): Thanks. I've had it for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!!! Years!!! She sounded just like the movies when they say "Oh, this old thing." I don't even know where she heard that but it gave my mom and I a good laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194740163298916936-5103187552549618790?l=losayswhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5103187552549618790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/5103187552549618790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/5103187552549618790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-years.html' title='For Years??'/><author><name>MA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsuEZ2P2A5g/TZOf4NuVtUI/AAAAAAAADPU/ItjbQXDdQ8I/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194740163298916936.post-8658398158859523646</id><published>2009-03-18T01:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:37:35.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Dresses!</title><content type='html'>Lauren: Mom I love dresses! Dresses and tights and leggings and that's it. Nothing else! Pants are so ugly and I will never wear pants because princesses don't wear pants and I want to be a princess. Did you know Princess Jasmine wears pant? Can you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it? She is not a real princess is she!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom *Stunned*Sighs*Wonders what the heck and is caught off guard by that proclamation*hears Tyler whine*sigh of relief*: Oh, Tyler's up let's go get him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194740163298916936-8658398158859523646?l=losayswhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8658398158859523646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-dresses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/8658398158859523646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/8658398158859523646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-dresses.html' title='I Love Dresses!'/><author><name>MA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsuEZ2P2A5g/TZOf4NuVtUI/AAAAAAAADPU/ItjbQXDdQ8I/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194740163298916936.post-3137748105384878429</id><published>2009-03-18T01:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:17:53.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Monster Icicle</title><content type='html'>Lauren came running around the house so excited because she found a "HUGE" icicle!! There is no better entertainment than that for a 4-year old outside in the middle of winter. The things you can do with one of those are endless........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;For Example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can poise for a magazine photo shoot.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScCAuKZb2RI/AAAAAAAABIM/ElrFRcAkVVU/s1600-h/DSC06330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314389090850560274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScCAuKZb2RI/AAAAAAAABIM/ElrFRcAkVVU/s320/DSC06330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ......pretend you are a unicorn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScCAtjA_KnI/AAAAAAAABIE/f4LDNfYjvhw/s1600-h/DSC06334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314389080279034482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScCAtjA_KnI/AAAAAAAABIE/f4LDNfYjvhw/s320/DSC06334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .........play the flute.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScCAtnerxUI/AAAAAAAABH8/9i4pcw6JPIM/s1600-h/DSC06336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314389081477334338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScCAtnerxUI/AAAAAAAABH8/9i4pcw6JPIM/s320/DSC06336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ........or just have a sword fight. Hiya!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314390107576953858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScCBpV_5bAI/AAAAAAAABIU/vADPVju70L0/s320/DSC06332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194740163298916936-3137748105384878429?l=losayswhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3137748105384878429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/monster-icicle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/3137748105384878429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/3137748105384878429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/monster-icicle.html' title='A Monster Icicle'/><author><name>MA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsuEZ2P2A5g/TZOf4NuVtUI/AAAAAAAADPU/ItjbQXDdQ8I/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScCAuKZb2RI/AAAAAAAABIM/ElrFRcAkVVU/s72-c/DSC06330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194740163298916936.post-6494776062253644099</id><published>2009-03-18T00:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:02:56.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do I Make A Snow Angel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Step 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Lay down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScB-cssg11I/AAAAAAAABHw/KnOlQfzaEe4/s1600-h/DSC06325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314386591796483922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScB-cssg11I/AAAAAAAABHw/KnOlQfzaEe4/s320/DSC06325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Step 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Move arms and legs up and down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScB-caGG_3I/AAAAAAAABHo/KrNJZz4lUSU/s1600-h/DSC06326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314386586803568498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScB-caGG_3I/AAAAAAAABHo/KrNJZz4lUSU/s320/DSC06326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Step 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Roll out of it (I wish I had videoed this part because it took her 2 minutes to get up without ruining it and it was so funny watching her do it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScB-cEN03QI/AAAAAAAABHg/7HeS2GuEhY4/s1600-h/DSC06327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314386580930354434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScB-cEN03QI/AAAAAAAABHg/7HeS2GuEhY4/s320/DSC06327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Have your picture taken with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScB-cFlcPII/AAAAAAAABHY/-A4gwrrlaVk/s1600-h/DSC06329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314386581297839234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScB-cFlcPII/AAAAAAAABHY/-A4gwrrlaVk/s320/DSC06329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194740163298916936-6494776062253644099?l=losayswhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6494776062253644099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-do-i-make-snow-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/6494776062253644099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/6494776062253644099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-do-i-make-snow-angel.html' title='How Do I Make A Snow Angel?'/><author><name>MA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsuEZ2P2A5g/TZOf4NuVtUI/AAAAAAAADPU/ItjbQXDdQ8I/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScB-cssg11I/AAAAAAAABHw/KnOlQfzaEe4/s72-c/DSC06325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194740163298916936.post-528810915819415386</id><published>2009-03-18T00:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:51:57.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Snowman vs. A Sand Castle</title><content type='html'>When Lauren plays in the sand I always ask her what she is making and the response is always the same: "I'm making a snowman." In the sand? No matter how much I question her about it she doesn't think its odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we went out to try to make a snowman or at least I thought that was the plan. When I looked up she was making a boxy looking thing. I asked her what she was making and she said, "I'm making a sand castle." In the snow??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I did not do a good job explaining what a snowman and a sand castle are!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194740163298916936-528810915819415386?l=losayswhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/528810915819415386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/snowman-vs-sand-castle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/528810915819415386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/528810915819415386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/snowman-vs-sand-castle.html' title='A Snowman vs. A Sand Castle'/><author><name>MA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsuEZ2P2A5g/TZOf4NuVtUI/AAAAAAAADPU/ItjbQXDdQ8I/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194740163298916936.post-6051630286543989832</id><published>2009-03-18T00:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:37:30.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowman?  no nO NO Snowgrandma!!!</title><content type='html'>We have had a ton of snow this year and finally it would stay together to make a snowman or in this case a snowgrandma. She is not afraid to step away from the norm and take her own way. I think it is one of my favorite things about her. She is confident enough to do it and it always seems to work out well for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What makes her a snowgrandma.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScB4WzT7g4I/AAAAAAAABHQ/by6w5QPxMpE/s1600-h/DSC06318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314379893423440770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScB4WzT7g4I/AAAAAAAABHQ/by6w5QPxMpE/s320/DSC06318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bun that Lauren stuck on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScB4WlDesRI/AAAAAAAABHI/LjuGGqzQLvQ/s1600-h/DSC06320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314379889596346642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScB4WlDesRI/AAAAAAAABHI/LjuGGqzQLvQ/s320/DSC06320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194740163298916936-6051630286543989832?l=losayswhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6051630286543989832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/snowman-no-no-no-snowgrandma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/6051630286543989832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/6051630286543989832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/snowman-no-no-no-snowgrandma.html' title='Snowman?  no nO NO Snowgrandma!!!'/><author><name>MA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsuEZ2P2A5g/TZOf4NuVtUI/AAAAAAAADPU/ItjbQXDdQ8I/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/ScB4WzT7g4I/AAAAAAAABHQ/by6w5QPxMpE/s72-c/DSC06318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194740163298916936.post-265155049251873768</id><published>2009-01-25T00:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:30:42.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Beautiful I Cried</title><content type='html'>Lo (calling from the living room): Mom do you know why I have tears right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (calling back from the kitchen): No.....you are crying? What's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo: I have tears right now because I saw Cinderella's castle and it was SO beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom (trying not to laugh): Ooohhhh, ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194740163298916936-265155049251873768?l=losayswhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/265155049251873768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-beautiful-i-cried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/265155049251873768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/265155049251873768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-beautiful-i-cried.html' title='So Beautiful I Cried'/><author><name>MA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsuEZ2P2A5g/TZOf4NuVtUI/AAAAAAAADPU/ItjbQXDdQ8I/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194740163298916936.post-42331433767249840</id><published>2009-01-22T14:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:03:06.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts and Daddy</title><content type='html'>I think that Lauren is trying to figure out how to express how much you love someone in a way that is not numeric. Usually she tells us that she loves us "15" or "100 plus 2, 1, 5," but today she took a different approach of expressing it that is in the conversation that follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo: Mom do you love daddy?&lt;br /&gt;M: Yep, a ton.&lt;br /&gt;Lo: Do you feel like hearts are just coming out of your throat? Is that how much you love him? Tons and tons of hearts pouring out of there?&lt;br /&gt;M: Ummm..........yeah................I guess it's like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194740163298916936-42331433767249840?l=losayswhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/42331433767249840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/hearts-and-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/42331433767249840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/42331433767249840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/hearts-and-daddy.html' title='Hearts and Daddy'/><author><name>MA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsuEZ2P2A5g/TZOf4NuVtUI/AAAAAAAADPU/ItjbQXDdQ8I/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194740163298916936.post-5120649381698698674</id><published>2009-01-22T14:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:56:25.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures by Lo</title><content type='html'>She posed these ones and loved how we could keep them in color or black and white them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/SXjPKMPhRbI/AAAAAAAAAyg/4TY3am0S2qQ/s1600-h/DSC05925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294209135965980082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/SXjPKMPhRbI/AAAAAAAAAyg/4TY3am0S2qQ/s320/DSC05925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/SXjPJ3vDEdI/AAAAAAAAAyY/2W_TMIS6-ok/s1600-h/DSC05922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294209130461073874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/SXjPJ3vDEdI/AAAAAAAAAyY/2W_TMIS6-ok/s320/DSC05922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194740163298916936-5120649381698698674?l=losayswhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5120649381698698674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-pictures-by-lo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/5120649381698698674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/5120649381698698674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-pictures-by-lo.html' title='More Pictures by Lo'/><author><name>MA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsuEZ2P2A5g/TZOf4NuVtUI/AAAAAAAADPU/ItjbQXDdQ8I/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/SXjPKMPhRbI/AAAAAAAAAyg/4TY3am0S2qQ/s72-c/DSC05925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194740163298916936.post-8950670494784478707</id><published>2009-01-22T14:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:54:09.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo's by Lauren</title><content type='html'>Lo loves the camera. She will take a hundred pictures and some of them actually turn out really well. Below are some pictures that she took and then we played with in Picasa 3. Can you tell what all of them are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/SXjNLrqP51I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/dam8U71xi1E/s1600-h/DSC05928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294206962556200786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/SXjNLrqP51I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/dam8U71xi1E/s320/DSC05928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/SXjNLUcIGUI/AAAAAAAAAyI/RvUKlSwUZjM/s1600-h/DSC05923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294206956322953538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/SXjNLUcIGUI/AAAAAAAAAyI/RvUKlSwUZjM/s320/DSC05923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/SXjNLCI0NrI/AAAAAAAAAyA/NfMko8Bo3-k/s1600-h/DSC05921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294206951410120370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/SXjNLCI0NrI/AAAAAAAAAyA/NfMko8Bo3-k/s320/DSC05921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/SXjNKk3ipaI/AAAAAAAAAx4/jPks6RAEy6Q/s1600-h/DSC05919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294206943553037730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/SXjNKk3ipaI/AAAAAAAAAx4/jPks6RAEy6Q/s320/DSC05919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/SXjNKla928I/AAAAAAAAAxw/x5VKlkKJx68/s1600-h/DSC05927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294206943701621698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/SXjNKla928I/AAAAAAAAAxw/x5VKlkKJx68/s320/DSC05927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194740163298916936-8950670494784478707?l=losayswhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8950670494784478707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/photos-by-lauren.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/8950670494784478707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/8950670494784478707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/photos-by-lauren.html' title='Photo&apos;s by Lauren'/><author><name>MA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsuEZ2P2A5g/TZOf4NuVtUI/AAAAAAAADPU/ItjbQXDdQ8I/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_6Xp1XBCDM/SXjNLrqP51I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/dam8U71xi1E/s72-c/DSC05928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194740163298916936.post-4476295183356971087</id><published>2009-01-16T19:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:01:10.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spyin' on U!</title><content type='html'>One of the episodes of Curious George is about spying. This episode is in the rotation right now so we see it every couple of days. This of course has inspired Lo to be a spy and spy on everyone in the house. Todays conversation about spying went as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: I'm spying on you today.&lt;br /&gt;M: You are?&lt;br /&gt;L: Yep. Spying's not nice. The man in the Yellow Hat told George that spying is not nice.&lt;br /&gt;M: He did?&lt;br /&gt;L: Yeah, why would the man in the Yellow Hat tell George that spying isn't nice?&lt;br /&gt;M: Well.....when you spy on someone you are getting into their business and it's not nice to get into other peoples business.&lt;br /&gt;L: (thinks for a moment): SssOooo George was getting into the man in the Yellow Hat's business aaannnddd Iii'mm getting in to YOUR business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess in a way she is. Now as I reread what I wrote this was one moment when you had to be there. When she talks she emphasizes certain words or syllables that can't be captured here. That's to bad! I may think about getting some video up to show that part of her personality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194740163298916936-4476295183356971087?l=losayswhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4476295183356971087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/spyin-on-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/4476295183356971087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/4476295183356971087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/spyin-on-u.html' title='Spyin&apos; on U!'/><author><name>MA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsuEZ2P2A5g/TZOf4NuVtUI/AAAAAAAADPU/ItjbQXDdQ8I/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194740163298916936.post-8445805931593357090</id><published>2009-01-14T22:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:23:27.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lauren was sad because her Dad had to run to the store to get some groceries and she missed him. I told her that we will find something to distract her while he was gone. By the time she is done he would be back. I gave her a task and when she was done she came to me and said she didn't think of dad while she was doing her job but now she is done and missing him again. I knew we had another 30 or 40 minutes so I suggested that she watch Sleeping Beauty. I put the movie on and look over at her and she still looks upset. I ask her why and try to not get annoyed because now she's being a little dramatic. She says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah but mom, when I watch Sleeping Beauty and I see the prince it reminds me of dad and I am sad again. The prince will just make me think of him the whole time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww......... how could I argue? Her dad really is a prince!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194740163298916936-8445805931593357090?l=losayswhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8445805931593357090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/lauren-was-sad-because-her-dad-had-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/8445805931593357090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/8445805931593357090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/lauren-was-sad-because-her-dad-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsuEZ2P2A5g/TZOf4NuVtUI/AAAAAAAADPU/ItjbQXDdQ8I/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194740163298916936.post-5417511717031487933</id><published>2009-01-14T21:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:15:38.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pick Up</title><content type='html'>Mom: Lauren can you go put this stuff in your room?&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: I don't have time to talk to you right now. I am just way to busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8194740163298916936-5417511717031487933?l=losayswhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5417511717031487933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-pick-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/5417511717031487933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8194740163298916936/posts/default/5417511717031487933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losayswhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-pick-up.html' title='Please Pick Up'/><author><name>MA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsuEZ2P2A5g/TZOf4NuVtUI/AAAAAAAADPU/ItjbQXDdQ8I/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
