<?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-10452534</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:48:48.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Create Imperfection</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocreateimperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452534/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocreateimperfection.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blog User</name><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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10452534.post-110688295848635223</id><published>2003-06-01T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T20:19:57.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cup over Floweth with Love &amp; A Hangover</title><summary type='text'>My parents are the best and i'm not even suking up, hell no do they read this. Oh no, no, no. To the nunnery i'd go. But this past week spent with them in Corpus was so very delightful. I know I still have so much to learn from them, wisdom to glean, and morals to adopt. I can only hope that one day when i'm a mother myself i'm half of what my mother is in one day. They never cease to love me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452534/posts/default/110688295848635223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452534/posts/default/110688295848635223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocreateimperfection.blogspot.com/2003/06/my-cup-over-floweth-with-love-hangover.html' title='My Cup over Floweth with Love &amp; A Hangover'/><author><name>Blog User</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10452534.post-110688615581227212</id><published>2002-11-01T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:01:15.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the beach I go. I went. And i'm still here</title><summary type='text'>Boarding House Season Two:Tuesday morning I was asked twice of what my plans were for that day. This caught me by surprise, for not only did I have nothing to do but I had no time to think of anything to do...to tell them. "Humph", I thought. Then I asked back, "what are you up to today" and he replied with this and with that and it all sounded so very extrodinary. I slumped with envy and shame </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452534/posts/default/110688615581227212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452534/posts/default/110688615581227212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocreateimperfection.blogspot.com/2002/11/to-beach-i-go-i-went-and-im-still-here.html' title='To the beach I go. I went. And i&apos;m still here'/><author><name>Blog User</name><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></entry></feed>
