<?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-4777441402712528316</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:48:54.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>707 SupaStar!</title><subtitle type='html'>All Things Paloma</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fever79.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4777441402712528316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fever79.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fever79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00701837381975771840</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777441402712528316.post-1494093484981918851</id><published>2009-04-19T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:33:12.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun filled Birthday day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vida's Two! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Set4MsJbiwI/AAAAAAAAACo/AZEZ4NyY9uI/s1600-h/DSCF0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Set4MsJbiwI/AAAAAAAAACo/AZEZ4NyY9uI/s320/DSCF0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326483143700220674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early to get ready for Vida's little birthday party still a little grumpy from the fi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Set8MbRApZI/AAAAAAAAADY/NZuy2FUjR3U/s1600-h/DSCF0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Set8MbRApZI/AAAAAAAAADY/NZuy2FUjR3U/s200/DSCF0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326487537215120786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ght Ma and I had the night before. As I was driving there, there was a group of motorcycle riders who surrounded my car on Farmer's lane on my way out to the park. They were cool because they werent like your typical riders, they were more modern - my age. The party started at 10:30, but I got there at about 11 and spent a couple of hours hangin with the kids. They are all a lot of fun, Ailey and I caught tad-poles. She is very willful these days! I told her not to get her shoes dirty and she jumped right in the mud (lol I'm just happy she is ok with the dirt!)They BBQ'd hotdogs and stuff. Trevor and Ger&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Set4unsqLiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KQBaS0md_H8/s1600-h/DSCF0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Set4unsqLiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KQBaS0md_H8/s320/DSCF0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326483726621355554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; looked good, and Vida had a great time, she is very curious and happy. Rylan was also in a happy mood, very content. Jessica and I sat on a blanked and took it all in - chatting about stuff. It was nice to see Trev's mom Terry too - got to catch up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I left blasting my music - J Holiday at full volume. I had the sunroof open. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed over to Emily's new place for her BDAY BBQ, they played volley ball for hours and Dylan was BBQing chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Set6rtcZx6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/52lcwg8fWn0/s1600-h/DSCF0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Set6rtcZx6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/52lcwg8fWn0/s320/DSCF0120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326485875647432610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4777441402712528316-1494093484981918851?l=fever79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fever79.blogspot.com/feeds/1494093484981918851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4777441402712528316&amp;postID=1494093484981918851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4777441402712528316/posts/default/1494093484981918851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4777441402712528316/posts/default/1494093484981918851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fever79.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-all-look-skeptical.html' title='A fun filled Birthday day!'/><author><name>Fever79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00701837381975771840</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Set4MsJbiwI/AAAAAAAAACo/AZEZ4NyY9uI/s72-c/DSCF0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777441402712528316.post-7439667977266426644</id><published>2009-03-28T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:44:58.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sunny Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Sc6JbOnH5qI/AAAAAAAAABc/4qsKY_02BKg/s1600-h/032809_pillar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318339310842799778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Sc6JbOnH5qI/AAAAAAAAABc/4qsKY_02BKg/s200/032809_pillar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning I woke up early, around 7. You could just tell it was going to be a lovely day, but my disposition was not a clear indication of this! A pot of coffee later, I donned my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cubanita&lt;/span&gt; Hat and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seb&lt;/span&gt;-Town &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; and Mom and I headed in to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Forestville&lt;/span&gt; for a garage sale. I scored these 2 really old books and one of those pillar things for the wall to put stuff on. I do all I can to nest here in my mothers house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a helluva long time since I've written, I have as of last month moved from my beloved country home into my mother's big house to pay the expenses for her and my brother as she was &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Sc6Jp8hPQXI/AAAAAAAAABk/i2m6T8jO1E0/s1600-h/032809_mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318339563684315506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Sc6Jp8hPQXI/AAAAAAAAABk/i2m6T8jO1E0/s200/032809_mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;recently let go from her job. As we know, economical times are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tuff&lt;/span&gt; right now so it has been no cake-walk for her getting a new job. And anyways, she is getting older and I feel bad that she even has to work but the money is tight and I am a natural born shopper, so this plays a part of waking up moody on a Saturday for there will be no shopping for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With springtime in the air, the mood was right for a yummy breakfast - so after garage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sailing&lt;/span&gt; we went to Willow Wood in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Graton&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast and shared the Country Scramble and a delicious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;polenta&lt;/span&gt; dish. I continued sucking down cups of coffee in a effort to shake the mood. Subsequently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Camelia&lt;/span&gt; (sister) and Jason (her man) walked in! They took seats next to us and we began planning this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;summers&lt;/span&gt; trip to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Camelia&lt;/span&gt; graduate with her masters from the college she attends in Vermont. It will be fun - we are considering Quebec or Washington D.C. from that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was younger, maybe 10, ya for my 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday, my mom took my favorite cousin Victoria and I to Washington D.C. - It was a fulfilling trip, I remember feeling very happy that I got my mom and my cousin all to myself. We visited the Smithsonian and the Arlington and took the subway (for my first time) - the highlight was watching the fireworks for the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July over the Washington &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Monument&lt;/span&gt;. Something I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Sc6JOy-nNfI/AAAAAAAAABU/V3wVTtcAalM/s1600-h/032809_papa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318339097266697714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Sc6JOy-nNfI/AAAAAAAAABU/V3wVTtcAalM/s320/032809_papa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up this morning from a dream of my Grandfather whom I miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt;. It is amazing the attachments we have to people. With him gone, nothing feels quite as secure. He acted as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;beacon&lt;/span&gt;, a rock; A direct path to understanding how and why I am. He was full of good thoughts, like his saying &lt;blockquote&gt;"When you are sleeping you are not living" &lt;/blockquote&gt;My dream was about how we had hired a maid who was my age, and I was trying to get her fired because she was competing with me. We had to let someone go at work so I am sure this ties in some how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now in front of my computer and my next step is to figure out what I am going to do with the rest of my day. I know I should be out gardening (check out my blog for gardening here: &lt;a href="http://girlswholovedirt.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://girlswholovedirt.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) but I feel very unattached to this garden and am having a hard time getting into cultivating the earth here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind is all over the place.... I just want to do nothing and everything all at once. &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/4777441402712528316-7439667977266426644?l=fever79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fever79.blogspot.com/feeds/7439667977266426644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4777441402712528316&amp;postID=7439667977266426644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4777441402712528316/posts/default/7439667977266426644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4777441402712528316/posts/default/7439667977266426644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fever79.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunny-day.html' title='A Sunny Day'/><author><name>Fever79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00701837381975771840</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Sc6JbOnH5qI/AAAAAAAAABc/4qsKY_02BKg/s72-c/032809_pillar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777441402712528316.post-2463911365033594013</id><published>2007-12-19T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T16:17:32.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is my Friday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000ATQYT2.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000ATQYT2.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For once, I have a few days off from work. It will be the first time that I have taken vacation time since my trip to Miami in 2005. Scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited about resting and being able to create my own schedule, but I also have a small black raincloud floating over my head. Frank was fired from work, and has not called to at least let me know that he is alive and okay. It is hard for me not to worry, but I know that it is not my place any longer, and point blank - its not healthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know just the thing to make me feel better - watching my favorite Christmas movie of all time - The Muppets Christmas Carol. I am sure my blues are nothing that Kermit can't cure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laur and I are meeting this evening to check out the Spiritual Center - it will be my first time there - well since it was Star Skate. Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4777441402712528316-2463911365033594013?l=fever79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fever79.blogspot.com/feeds/2463911365033594013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4777441402712528316&amp;postID=2463911365033594013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4777441402712528316/posts/default/2463911365033594013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4777441402712528316/posts/default/2463911365033594013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fever79.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-is-my-friday.html' title='Today is my Friday!!!'/><author><name>Fever79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00701837381975771840</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-4777441402712528316.post-6923068520438488140</id><published>2007-10-18T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:14:48.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Deer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, while I was taking my lunch break - I was outside sitting on a tree trunk, smoking a cigarette, when all of a sudden I see a deer being &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/marslandsr/images/animal14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="156" alt="" src="http://members.aol.com/marslandsr/images/animal14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hunted down by a [off-leash] dog. The dog attached the deer, and broke it's leg. The owner finally got the dog under control by tying his belt around the dog's neck and hauling it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The deer tried to stand up, but because it's leg was broken, it tumbled down the hill hitting her head on many rocks on the way down. Once it landed, I walked over and rested the deers head in my lap and tried to calm it by petting it and her heartrate started to slow down a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We called animal control. They came over to where the deer was, and shot it. Thats it. End of story, no more deer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4777441402712528316-6923068520438488140?l=fever79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fever79.blogspot.com/feeds/6923068520438488140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4777441402712528316&amp;postID=6923068520438488140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4777441402712528316/posts/default/6923068520438488140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4777441402712528316/posts/default/6923068520438488140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fever79.blogspot.com/2007/10/dear-deer.html' title='Dear Deer'/><author><name>Fever79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00701837381975771840</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-4777441402712528316.post-6713370648256047533</id><published>2007-10-10T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T17:50:01.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14789660@N04/1525982626/"&gt;&lt;img class="flickr-photo" style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 184px" height="224" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2218/1525982626_a026f02a90.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14789660@N04/1525982626/"&gt;Sister Day Oct 2007 002&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/14789660@N04/"&gt;cameliagp&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;My sisters and I spent a day at the ocean on Sunday. It was wonderful! We went to Candy and Kites, but realized that it wasnt the same as it was when I was a little kid, and that they barely had any candy!!! In search of the rock candy of my childhood, we set out on foot to another candy shop down the lane, and found what I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed lunch, and conversation ... it was really really nice. Then we headed down to the beach to mellow and watch the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 sisters had some beef about not spending enough time together, but the ocean has a way of helping you work things out - and did. We have reinstated Sunday as "family day"... now only if we can talk Momz into it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4777441402712528316-6713370648256047533?l=fever79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fever79.blogspot.com/feeds/6713370648256047533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4777441402712528316&amp;postID=6713370648256047533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4777441402712528316/posts/default/6713370648256047533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4777441402712528316/posts/default/6713370648256047533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fever79.blogspot.com/2007/10/sister-day.html' title='Sister Day'/><author><name>Fever79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00701837381975771840</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2218/1525982626_a026f02a90_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777441402712528316.post-1717465944476300908</id><published>2007-10-10T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T17:55:25.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of 1997 High School Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fever79/1362797781/"&gt;&lt;img class="flickr-photo" style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 172px" height="279" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1440/1362797781_9f6c4645c0.jpg" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fever79/1362797781/"&gt;Toddy T + Jess&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/fever79/"&gt;fever79&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;Our 10 year reunion just took place, it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture - Jesse and Todd, 2 men who can make you laugh at the drop of a dime and are for the most part in a continuously light hearted mood. You would be lucky to find yourself in the company of fellas like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was hosted at the Brewery in Sebastopol. I got the chance to catch up with some peeps I haven't seen in a really long time - Most Beautiful? Adrie; Most Changed? Cotton; Most hilarious dance moves? Trinity for sure - You shake it girl!!! ; and Most enjoyable would have to be Brenda, she had such a good energy about her that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DJ was horrible! Nobody even really hit the dance floor, but the company was good and that is what mattered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4777441402712528316-1717465944476300908?l=fever79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fever79.blogspot.com/feeds/1717465944476300908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4777441402712528316&amp;postID=1717465944476300908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4777441402712528316/posts/default/1717465944476300908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4777441402712528316/posts/default/1717465944476300908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fever79.blogspot.com/2007/10/class-of-1997-high-school-reunion.html' title='Class of 1997 High School Reunion'/><author><name>Fever79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00701837381975771840</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1440/1362797781_9f6c4645c0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777441402712528316.post-8426459402513678518</id><published>2007-10-10T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:33:06.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Strange Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Rw1s0wH3-DI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jPPOj0BDX1M/s1600-h/LargeBubble.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119868004917049394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Rw1s0wH3-DI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jPPOj0BDX1M/s320/LargeBubble.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a long strange day it has been - the weather outside is super gloomy - the first signs of fall are here. The leaves are all turning from green to gold and red. From my office window, when it is foggy, it feels as though you are trapped inside of a pillow. Like, surrounded on all sides. Time seems to move a little quicker then it does when it is sunny, most likely because I am not DYING to go outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the new site design for 5th Street Fitness Gym in Santa Rosa and sent it for review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still without a car, Camelia is going to pick me up after work. I really need a car! She is trying to get me to go to the gym with her... No!!! Its a little much! I quit coffee on Monday, and now you want me to step it up another notch? ugg. One thing at a time please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4777441402712528316-8426459402513678518?l=fever79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fever79.blogspot.com/feeds/8426459402513678518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4777441402712528316&amp;postID=8426459402513678518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4777441402712528316/posts/default/8426459402513678518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4777441402712528316/posts/default/8426459402513678518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fever79.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-strange-day.html' title='Long Strange Day'/><author><name>Fever79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00701837381975771840</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_lMHv0eog/Rw1s0wH3-DI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jPPOj0BDX1M/s72-c/LargeBubble.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4777441402712528316.post-1465913943013603629</id><published>2007-10-10T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T17:23:51.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Miel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fever79/1363690100/"&gt;&lt;img class="flickr-photo" height="265" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1186/1363690100_51a63ff92c.jpg" width="355" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fever79/1363690100/"&gt;My Miel&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/fever79/"&gt;fever79&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;So this morning I woke up bright and early to get my kitty Miel down to the Sonoma County Humane Society to get her fixed. There was a line down the street - total chaos, and we were much too late. I am wondering if this is a sign? Should she not be fixed? Is her destiny to give birth to other beautiful Miel's just like her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at work, in pigtail braids, the weather is super overcast. My thoughts: here we go again. My neck is hurting and I am only 5 minutes behind the computer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4777441402712528316-1465913943013603629?l=fever79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fever79.blogspot.com/feeds/1465913943013603629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4777441402712528316&amp;postID=1465913943013603629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4777441402712528316/posts/default/1465913943013603629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4777441402712528316/posts/default/1465913943013603629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fever79.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-miel_10.html' title='My Miel'/><author><name>Fever79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00701837381975771840</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1186/1363690100_51a63ff92c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
