<?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-8211708208196416956</id><updated>2011-08-01T12:10:02.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Yet Sensitive</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgotaboudit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211708208196416956/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgotaboudit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970153635708065424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wnb_XLHNNuA/ShSma_pwZfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vXC4ARxQyJQ/S220/DSC04850.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211708208196416956.post-7154426552382731577</id><published>2009-06-19T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:04:17.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a new home</title><content type='html'>I came out to the Northwest to make sure things would be good for the Don.  I am not sure if I really like it out  here.  Things are green and smell so, I dunno, fresh.  I miss the brown skies of New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, there is a quaint little town over here that looks and smells a little like home.  They call it Tacoma.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at some homes down there.  Many I liked had dirt floors which come in handy when you need to 'plant' something.  The people are also friendly.  Many waved indicating that I was #1.  They also had a pleasant word or two for me.  My reputation must proceed me for knowing how to make people get lost.  They kept calling me loser.  Thanks guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211708208196416956-7154426552382731577?l=forgotaboudit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgotaboudit.blogspot.com/feeds/7154426552382731577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forgotaboudit.blogspot.com/2009/06/looking-for-new-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211708208196416956/posts/default/7154426552382731577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211708208196416956/posts/default/7154426552382731577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgotaboudit.blogspot.com/2009/06/looking-for-new-home.html' title='Looking for a new home'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970153635708065424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wnb_XLHNNuA/ShSma_pwZfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vXC4ARxQyJQ/S220/DSC04850.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211708208196416956.post-5286313629998128449</id><published>2009-05-21T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:52:44.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waking up this morning, I knew I had to go do some errands.  I had to find some heavy shoes in a size 9 1/2 for a special friend of mine.  Going to the hardware store on such a lovely day got my mind thinking of the important questions of life.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Which came first, the shotgun or the shell?&lt;br /&gt;2.  How much trunk room is there in a Prius?&lt;br /&gt;3.  Who will be on Oprah today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211708208196416956-5286313629998128449?l=forgotaboudit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgotaboudit.blogspot.com/feeds/5286313629998128449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forgotaboudit.blogspot.com/2009/05/waking-up-this-morning-i-knew-i-had-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211708208196416956/posts/default/5286313629998128449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211708208196416956/posts/default/5286313629998128449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgotaboudit.blogspot.com/2009/05/waking-up-this-morning-i-knew-i-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970153635708065424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wnb_XLHNNuA/ShSma_pwZfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vXC4ARxQyJQ/S220/DSC04850.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211708208196416956.post-7690056972402620918</id><published>2009-05-20T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:19:27.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry time</title><content type='html'>Hickory Dickory Dock&lt;br /&gt;The rat stared at my glock&lt;br /&gt;He tried to run&lt;br /&gt;That stupid Bum&lt;br /&gt;And that's how Hoffa was shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211708208196416956-7690056972402620918?l=forgotaboudit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forgotaboudit.blogspot.com/feeds/7690056972402620918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forgotaboudit.blogspot.com/2009/05/poetry-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211708208196416956/posts/default/7690056972402620918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211708208196416956/posts/default/7690056972402620918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forgotaboudit.blogspot.com/2009/05/poetry-time.html' title='Poetry time'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970153635708065424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wnb_XLHNNuA/ShSma_pwZfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vXC4ARxQyJQ/S220/DSC04850.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
