<?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-11813217</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:07:49.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My world of drama</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111602998203378783</id><published>2005-05-13T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T17:19:42.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ha ha ha!</title><content type='html'>Where is a banana when you need one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the roof!!  ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;Joshua, my four year old son, made this joke up today, isn't it good?&lt;br /&gt;(ok maybe it's just a mommy thing, but you better all say that you love it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111602998203378783?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111602998203378783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111602998203378783' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111602998203378783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111602998203378783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/05/ha-ha-ha.html' title='ha ha ha!'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111568251954833761</id><published>2005-05-09T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T16:48:39.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaack!</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a while but this new job is kicking my butt, plus Josh has been pretty sick.  But I have GREAT news, I actually collected my first debts.(granted I only collected 3 out of about 2,000 calls I made for a total of$90 but believe me I did a big happy dance on the first one.)  The first day we were on the phones everyone else was collecting it but not me, I still had a big goose egg next to my name.  But I did it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have also learned SOOO many useful laws that I apply to my life every day.  Ok I know ya'll don't want to read this forever so I will go for now, but just know, if a collector ever calls you and you end up paying that they are doing a happy dance on the other end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111568251954833761?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111568251954833761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111568251954833761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111568251954833761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111568251954833761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-baaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaack!'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111498525013185725</id><published>2005-05-01T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T18:32:37.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old but funny</title><content type='html'>Ok ya'll I know this one is old but it has been in my mind all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arkansas reading test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Mr ducks&lt;br /&gt;Mr not&lt;br /&gt;Sar cm wings?&lt;br /&gt;Lib mr ducks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har har har!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111498525013185725?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111498525013185725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111498525013185725' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111498525013185725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111498525013185725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/05/old-but-funny.html' title='Old but funny'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111498481508998223</id><published>2005-05-01T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T15:00:15.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new job</title><content type='html'>Well I started my new job last week.  Ok are ya'll ready, I am now a debt collector.  Before the hate messages come in just remember I am only doing this for the money.  I haven't actually started collecting yet, I have two more weeks of traing first so that I can learn all the laws in the various states.  I am kinda worried I won't be good at it though because I have been on the receiving end of many such calls.  It also makes it more difficult for me to call these people and demand money because I will be collecting medical bills.  If it were credit cards or something I don't think I would feel as bad because they voluntarily went out and charged up the cards.  But these are medical bills that the people had to create due to emergency health problems in most cases.  I think I will be tempted to call up and ask them for the money and when they say they don't have it say "Ok I am sorry to bother you, have a nice day."  Somehow I don't think that will keep me in a job for long.  How do you think you would do at the job??  Any helpful suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;This training is proving to be helpful to me, because I have learned all sorts of laws and rules to help me deal with the collectors that call me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111498481508998223?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111498481508998223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111498481508998223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111498481508998223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111498481508998223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-new-job.html' title='My new job'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111473323354026849</id><published>2005-04-28T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T17:07:13.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egotistical and Self- involved</title><content type='html'>I want to begin by saying I am not attacking any one person, I have just had my fill of egotistical, self-involved people.  Is it a new trend that I don't know about to be rude, insensitive, and unconsiderate for no particular reason?  It seems to me that as a society very few people have respect for anyones feelings but their own.  I am not saying that everything everyone says should be flowery and sugar coated, but a little courtesy would go a long way.  For example if you thought that somebodywas talking to loud, would it really be so hard to say "exuse me would you mind lowering your voice?" opposed to "Hey loudmouth, shut up!"  It takes no more effort to speak with respect than it does to use blunt honesty.  Which I will agree that some people just do not take a hint, and eventually you have to be blunt with them.  But about 70% of poeple I have contact with in person, on the phone, or on the internet just don't give a crap about respecting the people who do take hints and they jump straight to being insulting and rude. &lt;br /&gt;Now if you answer HONESTLY if somebody came up to YOU and said" hey you are loud and your voice grates on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard" what would you do, feel, and think?  Like my mom and dad has always said "if you can't take it, don't dish it out" &lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this is just a fad that will pass eventually, or just the fast that most people nowadays do not know how to be respectfull, or (more likely) they honestly don't give a crap how they make others feel.  Either way I would like to  make two requests to everyone reading this: 1) If you can try to explain to me why people don't care about showing anyone else respect(even if they receive it from that person) 2) if you are one of these people that hold this belief, try to be nice and respectful to every person you come in contact with and let me know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening (reading)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111473323354026849?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111473323354026849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111473323354026849' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111473323354026849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111473323354026849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/04/egotistical-and-self-involved.html' title='Egotistical and Self- involved'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111456108897591225</id><published>2005-04-26T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T17:18:08.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle Eyes</title><content type='html'>For the ones of you that don't read my dads blog site he has went from having to wear strong bifocal glasses to having 20/20 vision in six weeks.  YEAH!!  Now that his vision is so good he has really gotten into photography and his stuff is really good, he has some on his site.  Which reminds me for those of you who don't visit his site, you should quit reading this immediatley and go to &lt;a href="http://www.theeagleman.blogspot.com"&gt;www.theeagleman.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.  For the rest of you just thought I would share the good news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111456108897591225?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111456108897591225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111456108897591225' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111456108897591225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111456108897591225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/04/eagle-eyes.html' title='Eagle Eyes'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111438449136970469</id><published>2005-04-24T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T16:14:51.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/4487/640/family%20019.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/4487/320/family%20019.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday nana!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111438449136970469?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111438449136970469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111438449136970469' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111438449136970469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111438449136970469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-birthday-nana.html' title=''/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111438454648791489</id><published>2005-04-24T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T16:15:46.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday NaNa (Again)</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to my lovely mother (a.k.a. nana).  Each year I find more things about you to admire.  Joshua and I love you and are very lucky to have you.  Can't wait til next year, I will have to start planning the next surprise now!  Love ya'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111438454648791489?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111438454648791489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111438454648791489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111438454648791489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111438454648791489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-birthday-nana-again.html' title='Happy Birthday NaNa (Again)'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111404682007628560</id><published>2005-04-20T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T18:27:00.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you say hummmm</title><content type='html'>Ok I will get you started but I want to hear what makes you guys say humm.&lt;br /&gt;1.)   Why do football players get paid more then police, firemen, and even the president of the U.S.A.?  Hummm&lt;br /&gt;2.)  Why are old men with young women "studs", but those same young women are "gold diggers"?&lt;br /&gt;3.)  Why do most social events center around eating?&lt;br /&gt;4.)  Why are animal farts so silent?  (yet deadly)&lt;br /&gt;5.)  Why can a person walk into a probation office, take a drug test, fail it, and then go home without a worry?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's your turn,let me have them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111404682007628560?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111404682007628560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111404682007628560' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111404682007628560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111404682007628560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/04/things-that-make-you-say-hummmm.html' title='Things that make you say hummmm'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111379163547524637</id><published>2005-04-17T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T07:15:06.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toliet paper</title><content type='html'>Ok there is the famous toliet paper question, does it go over or under? But the thing is I have never heard anyone say under, so my question is does anyone out there actually perfer under?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like ketchup or catsup, I mean even the one person who has told me it is supposed to be catsup doesn't say it that way in normal conversation. Well maybe I am just a little retarded tonight but this is all I could think of. Sorry, maybe something more profound next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111379163547524637?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111379163547524637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111379163547524637' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111379163547524637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111379163547524637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/04/toliet-paper.html' title='Toliet paper'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111343443951433765</id><published>2005-04-13T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T16:20:39.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasantly plump at the lake</title><content type='html'>OK we've all talked about the way overweight and old people dress, but do the same rules apply at the lake?  I mean I don't expect heavy people to wear jeans and t-shirts at the lake, but would it be soo terrible if they wore a one piece instead of a string bikini?  I don't know I think a little modesty goes a long ways.  But then again even a size 0 woman shouldn't wear a string bikini to the lake in my opinion.  I mean when I take my three year old up there to make sand castles I don't want woman walking around with their butts and boobs hanging out everywhere.  I think that when you are anywhere that children might be present you should limit your self to a respectful two piece that covers up all the private areas or a one piece.  If they can't manage that then they should stay in the privacy of their own home while they flaunt their stuff.  But maybe thats just me, what do ya'll think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111343443951433765?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111343443951433765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111343443951433765' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111343443951433765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111343443951433765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/04/pleasantly-plump-at-lake.html' title='Pleasantly plump at the lake'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111326365926288072</id><published>2005-04-11T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:54:19.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>OK I am pretty blank today but I thought I should update.  Well me and my friend haven't done anything alone for a long time so we decided to go bowling while my mom watched the kiddo.  When we get started I figured I would get my butt kicked because I haven't really bowled that much and he owns his own ball and everything, so I figured he was really good.  So you could imagine my surprise when I started winning.  Everything was going great even though he was a little annoyed that I was beating him.  So it's the last frame, he goes strutting up their bragging about the strike he was about to make.  He brings the ball back, forward it goes, he releases, and then BAM!  He falls flat on his butt.  He bounces up almost before he hits trying to act like nothing happened.  Well you all know how I am about laughing, I burst out in a belly laugh, but I was able to get it under control quickly.  Well needless to say there wasn't another game and we rode home in silence.  (score: M-85  B-129)   I guess we won't be going again anytime soon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111326365926288072?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111326365926288072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111326365926288072' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111326365926288072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111326365926288072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/04/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111282284183323752</id><published>2005-04-06T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T14:27:21.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Poops A Lot</title><content type='html'>I am seriously thinking about renaming Piggy (Josh's new guinea pig) Sir Poops A lot.  I cannot believe how much that little ball of hair poops.  But at least he is considerate enough to put it all in one big pile.  Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111282284183323752?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111282284183323752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111282284183323752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111282284183323752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111282284183323752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/04/sir-poops-lot.html' title='Sir Poops A Lot'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111282218255988569</id><published>2005-04-06T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T14:16:22.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/4487/640/family%20068.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/4487/320/family%20068.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and Piggy&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111282218255988569?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111282218255988569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111282218255988569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111282218255988569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111282218255988569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/04/joshua-and-piggy.html' title=''/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111274988097129594</id><published>2005-04-05T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T18:11:20.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting old</title><content type='html'>Well I realized today that i have gotten to the age that i no longer wait for my birthdays with unbridled anticipation anymore.  It is just another day.  I didn't feel as old until i realized that my son will soon be four.  I swear last week i was rocking him and holding his head up for him.  Now he does everything for himself.  The other day I about cryed because we got home and he unbuckled himself, opened the door, climbed out of my blazer, and locked and shut the door by himself.  I guess I know what people mean by kids grow up to fast.  I figure tomorrow I will wake up and he will be taller than me asking me if I need him to drive me to the store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111274988097129594?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111274988097129594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111274988097129594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111274988097129594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111274988097129594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/04/getting-old.html' title='Getting old'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111253929771841750</id><published>2005-04-03T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T07:41:37.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/4487/640/family%20065.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/4487/320/family%20065.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111253929771841750?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111253929771841750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111253929771841750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111253929771841750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111253929771841750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111248014842963107</id><published>2005-04-02T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T14:15:48.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice</title><content type='html'>I have a huge pet peeve about people who ask for advice and then act like it went in one ear and out the other.  I mean I am more than happy to keep my opinion to myself but if you're going to come and ask me what to do then as least act like you're listening.  I don't expect people to hang on my every word, just listen to the answer if you ask the question.&lt;br /&gt;For example my ex would come home complaing about his throat hurting and I would tell him to gargle with warm salt water.  Well after asking what to do he would go lay down in bed and moan and whine.  I am sorry but if you ask how to get better and want to ignore me then as far as I am concerned you can suffer quietly, but thats just my opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111248014842963107?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111248014842963107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111248014842963107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111248014842963107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111248014842963107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/04/advice.html' title='Advice'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111240213615859573</id><published>2005-04-01T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T16:35:36.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what about wedgies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111240213615859573?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111240213615859573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111240213615859573' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111240213615859573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111240213615859573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-about-wedgies.html' title='what about wedgies?'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111239587586148973</id><published>2005-04-01T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T14:51:15.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/4487/640/family%20081.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/4487/320/family%20081.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111239587586148973?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111239587586148973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111239587586148973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111239587586148973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111239587586148973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/04/rock-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111239567346225871</id><published>2005-04-01T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T14:47:53.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/4487/640/family%20083.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/239/4487/320/family%20083.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blips and Joshua at the park&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111239567346225871?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111239567346225871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111239567346225871' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111239567346225871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111239567346225871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/04/blips-and-joshua-at-park.html' title=''/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111238276670562476</id><published>2005-04-01T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T11:12:46.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!!</title><content type='html'>Can anybody tell me how to publish pictures?  I have a great picture I would like to put up but can't figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111238276670562476?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111238276670562476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111238276670562476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111238276670562476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111238276670562476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/04/help.html' title='Help!!'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111237221824864445</id><published>2005-04-01T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T08:16:58.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no make-up or sick</title><content type='html'>I always where make-up when I go out.  Well today when I took my son to school I didn't have time to put it on.  Well I go walking in and the teacher comes rushing up all concerned asking me if I was sick. &lt;br /&gt;Why is it if a woman goes out without make-up everyone thinks they're sick.  I could even see guys asking because they don't really understand.  But it's usually women who say it and you would think that they understand how offensive that is. &lt;br /&gt;So in short unless a woman is coughing and pucking everywhere don't ask them if they're sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111237221824864445?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111237221824864445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111237221824864445' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111237221824864445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111237221824864445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-make-up-or-sick.html' title='no make-up or sick'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111231766581378369</id><published>2005-03-31T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T17:07:45.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by laughter</title><content type='html'>Have you ever got to laughing at somebody so hard you're crying and the person is getting mad at you but you can't stop?  It happened to me the other day.  One of my friends fell while walking along a curb, the Dr. Pepper he was holding sprayed up in the air like a fountain.  If that wasn't bad enough he started rolling.  When he got in the car me and my son was in near hesterics.  He started to get mad and told me to stop.  After about 5 minutes I was able to get it under control until I looked at him and there I went again.  If looks could kill!!   What do ya'll do when that happens?  I guess first I should ask if anyone else has this problem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111231766581378369?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111231766581378369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111231766581378369' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111231766581378369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111231766581378369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/03/death-by-laughter.html' title='Death by laughter'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11813217.post-111223646913976900</id><published>2005-03-30T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T18:34:29.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you explain taste?</title><content type='html'>How do you explain a taste to a person?  I mean like the other day I told Michael that the chicken I made that afternoon tasted funny.  He asked well what did it taste like.  There are just some things you can't explain like if someone asked well how does ham taste?  I don't know I am rambling now.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stand it when people ask a question, you answer it and then they want to know how, why, and what for.  Sometimes I feel like screaming I don't know go ask someone who cares, but foe someone reason that gets you labeled as a B****.  Oh well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11813217-111223646913976900?l=dramawithblips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/feeds/111223646913976900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11813217&amp;postID=111223646913976900' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111223646913976900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11813217/posts/default/111223646913976900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramawithblips.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-do-you-explain-taste.html' title='How do you explain taste?'/><author><name>Blips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239712774472630344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
