<?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-21583882</id><updated>2011-11-15T00:31:56.922-03:00</updated><title type='text'>i built you a home in my heart</title><subtitle type='html'>It was one hundred degrees, as we sat beneath a willow tree,
Who's tears didn't care, they just hung in the air, and refused to fall, to fall.
Cause I built you a home in my heart,
With rotten wood, it decayed from the start.
Cause you can't find nothing at all,
If there was nothing there all along.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chrissy.blanchard.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01347037504218018524</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21583882.post-113948941378881728</id><published>2006-02-09T09:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T09:50:13.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'>are changes for the best? in this case yes.</title><content type='html'>im painting my room this weekend, and besides all the extra work its put me through the last week im throughly excited. finally i get a change to my over happy room. its horrible i could be in a horrible mood walk in and wanna die becuase its so colorful and annoying. so heres the change, (red walls black furniture/white curtins/murals on the wall) its gona be bloody awsome, i think./hope. anyways back to tech classss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/320/football_gal_l_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its back to that time of the year i miss soccer ....er&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583882-113948941378881728?l=homeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113948941378881728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583882&amp;postID=113948941378881728' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default/113948941378881728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default/113948941378881728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/are-changes-for-best-in-this-case-yes.html' title='are changes for the best? in this case yes.'/><author><name>chrissy.blanchard.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01347037504218018524</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-21583882.post-113855788315518237</id><published>2006-01-29T14:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T16:15:02.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun In The Snow</title><content type='html'>I guess me and my friends are very childish. I wouldn't think differently for one second actully. We where at mals having a fun in the snow day, sliding, jumping off cliffs, hiding, conversing with skidooers ... going on skidoo. The usuall fun activities. Well here are some pictures. and there &lt;div align="center"&gt;wonderful stories. .. . &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/320/i33058848_78626_3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my hands have finally warmed up. i was so cold. because cameron drives his skidoo very fast. oh well it was still awsome....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/320/i36825955_86261_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;shar getting ready to beat us up.... not really lol. but okay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/320/i33872858_14846_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is me cameron and matt being gangstas. i see who wears the pants here. joking. anywayas i think this picture is very thugged. . .. and very funny. im so weird &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/320/i36587135_48897_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mal and shar, not sure whats happening but your pretty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/320/i39695401_35887_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/320/i38139588_7579_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cameron and Matt hanging for their dear lives. not really but it was kinda freaky. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/320/i36705963_44177_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Us having a snow fight, nothing else really to that picture except me being weird. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583882-113855788315518237?l=homeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113855788315518237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583882&amp;postID=113855788315518237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default/113855788315518237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default/113855788315518237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/fun-in-snow.html' title='Fun In The Snow'/><author><name>chrissy.blanchard.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01347037504218018524</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-21583882.post-113855541770668223</id><published>2006-01-29T14:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T14:23:37.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/1600/equal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/320/equal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (sugarinmytea.com)... this is from Animal Farm, a brillent read. Its about socialism and how people corrupt it.&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/21583882-113855541770668223?l=homeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113855541770668223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583882&amp;postID=113855541770668223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default/113855541770668223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default/113855541770668223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/sugarinmytea_113855541770668223.html' title=''/><author><name>chrissy.blanchard.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01347037504218018524</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-21583882.post-113837506523559462</id><published>2006-01-27T12:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T12:17:45.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'>soul meets body</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your heart is where soul meets body. you breath deeply, the steam from your mouth floats through the cold air and disappears into nothingness. you talk deeply your words corress my mind. . . and my heart, that means my soul. which belongs to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; one last time will you laugh and pull me close?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583882-113837506523559462?l=homeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113837506523559462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583882&amp;postID=113837506523559462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default/113837506523559462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default/113837506523559462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/soul-meets-body.html' title='soul meets body'/><author><name>chrissy.blanchard.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01347037504218018524</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-21583882.post-113837395015394002</id><published>2006-01-27T11:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T11:59:52.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'>true friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/1600/woot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/400/woot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is most of the bishops crew. A few people are missing but this is the nub and just.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/1600/i151189941_71200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/400/i151189941_71200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They'll aways be there. You guys are so much fun, every time we hang out I have a blast. You 3 &lt;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/1600/i162803834_57792.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/1600/i162803834_57792.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/1600/i162803834_57792.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/1600/i162803834_57792.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/1600/i162803834_57792.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/1600/i162803834_57792.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/1600/i162803834_57792.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/400/i162803834_57792.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The grand falls girls are also very special. megs not in that picture because she took it, it dont think photographers get enough credit. I mean to be left out of the moment, shocking. But you guys are also pretty wiket. .. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/1600/100_0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/400/100_0410.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats me and Cameron. You're so special to me. Best for last i say, i was tempted to put the picture of you sitting in that chair here but i knew you wouldn't like that. You like this picture, i guess its okay, you really do pown it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well that is all for now... i just thought I'd talk about how popular I am. Not. But I love everyone and if i forgot you i guess its because I don't have a picture of you; it obviously not because i forgot you. . . because I didn't. I just havn't gotten around it ... and er "whats that dad, oh i have to go now...".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583882-113837395015394002?l=homeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113837395015394002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583882&amp;postID=113837395015394002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default/113837395015394002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default/113837395015394002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/true-friends.html' title='true friends.'/><author><name>chrissy.blanchard.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01347037504218018524</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-21583882.post-113837251131694453</id><published>2006-01-27T11:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T11:35:11.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/1600/revoked.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/400/revoked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(suagrinmytea.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think this picture appeals to me so much because i feel hardly anyone actully knows me. Maybe I have to stop being caught up by strangers. of chorse strangness is kind of romantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583882-113837251131694453?l=homeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113837251131694453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583882&amp;postID=113837251131694453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default/113837251131694453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default/113837251131694453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/suagrinmytea.html' title=''/><author><name>chrissy.blanchard.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01347037504218018524</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-21583882.post-113837127909886726</id><published>2006-01-27T11:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T11:15:34.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pale skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Her pale skin falls down... while on her ring laden handShe laughs at oh how she untied the last stringholding together the, only, place, she loves. places shes loves. she laughed at destroying our only chance , are only chance. her pale skin. her week hands. her love for him... her love for, hurting him... hurting him.i knew. thats all i can saw. that i knew about. i knew. oh the pale skins sins. your sins. for untie.ign the string you had tied to tight.you loved to undo lots of things. holding together the only barrier between you and him. your pale skin hands to loved to touch, over the strings that you, that you, that youher pale skin, the opening between blouses, of his shirt and hers, and hers, and her pale skin, and her pale skinand her lieing pale skin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583882-113837127909886726?l=homeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113837127909886726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583882&amp;postID=113837127909886726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default/113837127909886726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default/113837127909886726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/pale-skin.html' title='pale skin'/><author><name>chrissy.blanchard.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01347037504218018524</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-21583882.post-113837115685193989</id><published>2006-01-27T11:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T11:12:36.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/1600/reqgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/320/reqgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sugarinmytea.com&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/21583882-113837115685193989?l=homeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113837115685193989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583882&amp;postID=113837115685193989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default/113837115685193989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default/113837115685193989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/sugarinmytea.html' title=''/><author><name>chrissy.blanchard.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01347037504218018524</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-21583882.post-113836969803964638</id><published>2006-01-27T10:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T11:37:44.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...there is always something seperating us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/1600/i153883334_33106.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6323/2184/320/i153883334_33106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This picture proves that i can be easily suprised, im so suprized that i actully enjoy looking at this picture of feet. The title reads, "There is always something seperating us." and that is exactly what this picture means to me. Always something, wheather it is distance, a wall, or feet, there is always something holding us appart... Well almost always, when there is nothing seperating us it is just our two feet standing by each other holding up the weight of our hearts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21583882-113836969803964638?l=homeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113836969803964638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21583882&amp;postID=113836969803964638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default/113836969803964638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21583882/posts/default/113836969803964638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/there-is-always-something-seperating.html' title='...there is always something seperating us.'/><author><name>chrissy.blanchard.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01347037504218018524</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></feed>
