<?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-5875511822986661492</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:37:17.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlngnki75.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875511822986661492/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlngnki75.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>darlingnikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927857922431510304</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875511822986661492.post-6174205268490467913</id><published>2009-05-05T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:20:32.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and smell the roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; I'm feeling pretty good right now. Listening to music and singing along. Today I found out that somethings you hear or smell can bring back memories you may have forgotten, bad ones and good ones. Today I thought of someone I used to love and for once I wasn't sad or angry, but I was happy. Feelings are funny and sometimes you may wish you couldn't feel, but feeling makes you human so...I guess feeling pain once in a while is a good thing, it means you're alive and I'm happy to be alive right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5875511822986661492-6174205268490467913?l=drlngnki75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drlngnki75.blogspot.com/feeds/6174205268490467913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drlngnki75.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop-and-smell-roses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875511822986661492/posts/default/6174205268490467913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5875511822986661492/posts/default/6174205268490467913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drlngnki75.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop-and-smell-roses.html' title='Stop and smell the roses'/><author><name>darlingnikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927857922431510304</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></feed>
