<?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-4862273484323358230</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:56:14.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh Snap!!!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Wheather it's a comment on a dis, or somehting I say in my head when I or someone else is in trouble, either way It's MY line!! And it's my blog!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4862273484323358230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ettienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14251970346441804187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCMgpfp-Kgk/ShoCIGVFCmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/77U1BZWI-dQ/S220/SDC10198.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4862273484323358230.post-6799490078089029543</id><published>2009-05-25T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:32:34.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From the Past</title><content type='html'>For the past few years or, lets just say 13 years, I have always had very memorable times. I have always wanted to go back and do them again, or relive them some how. So here is the question I always ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why live it again, when you have already lived it perfectly the first time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the fact of the matter is that, we want to live it again &lt;em&gt;because &lt;/em&gt;it was so perfect, just like you wouldn't go to Lagoon, have a blast, and then never go again because it was perfect the first time, you would go again, &lt;em&gt;because &lt;/em&gt;it was so fun! Here are a few memories i would love to relive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little I was at the beach, climbing onto a big black rock, there was a pink Sea Anemone, and I poked it, and it sucked back in faster than the speed of light! I just loved the feeling of the mist from the ocean on my body, and running away from the waves (but failed) and collecting sea shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to the May Pole with my Dad one year, all long time ago. We helped marry a couple while they stood in the middle while 50 or so people were weaving in and out, binding them with ribbons. I remember jumping over a huge pit of fire while holding my Dad's hand and making a wish. I want to relive the feeling I had all that day, the feeling like I belonged there, the feeling of nature all around me, and spirited people full of life, and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my Dad and Jen (x-step Mom)got married, it was so pretty there, and I was with everyone I loved. 2 people I loved were joining together, to make a family, so that I could have a sister I had always wanted. ( I love you Em!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but certainly &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;least. When I went to Idaho with my Grandma to see a cattle branding a lady there asked me if i wanted to ride a horse I said E&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no..&lt;/em&gt;duh I said &lt;em&gt;I would love to!!&lt;/em&gt; So she put me on a horse and I rode with her daughter...Darbie was her name. I remember never feeling so free before, we rode so fast, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;view&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blurring&lt;/span&gt;, she told me to lean over to help the horse go faster, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;then we&lt;/span&gt; turned our heads, and I can still see her face, smiling back at me, her hair in her face from the wind speeding past. I have never felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So how could I ever relive those moments??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did. Not by being there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, but from remembering, our minds can do so much more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;then we&lt;/span&gt; give it credit for. Memories can be as real as if you were just there, just like a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4862273484323358230-6799490078089029543?l=bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com/feeds/6799490078089029543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com/2009/05/blast-from-past.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4862273484323358230/posts/default/6799490078089029543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4862273484323358230/posts/default/6799490078089029543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com/2009/05/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast From the Past'/><author><name>Ettienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14251970346441804187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCMgpfp-Kgk/ShoCIGVFCmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/77U1BZWI-dQ/S220/SDC10198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4862273484323358230.post-1073223418496805628</id><published>2009-05-24T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:07:50.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cierra Farr</title><content type='html'>Cierra is my bestest friend in whole wide world I hope it will never change. She is the best friend I have, and can tell anything to. She has a glow about her that makes me smile eveytime I see her. She is naturally BEAutiful!! She has gorgeous turquoise blue eyes, and pretty shiny dark hair. She is so fun to be around, she &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;makes me laugh, but knows when to shut up (if ya know what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cierra loves ferrets, she just put her Riki (her ferret) down but she still smiles everyday and moves on. We have been besties since 3rd grade, well maybe 4th. In 3rd she was really mean to me, so I told her to stop, or we were done bein friends. We have been Best friends since &lt;em&gt;then. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last winter she put her dog Snickers down, and the summer before that she put her other dog Shanners down, they had good lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago we went to Jackson Hole, Wyoming for her birthday. That was the best!!! We saw elk, The Grand Tetons, and we went to Bear World on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to ask my dad if we could take her to Pine View with us. (please, please please Daddy!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moved to Taylorsville, out of Copperton, a few years ago. It's been really hard. We try to see each other as much as we can. When I found out she was moving (cause of her mom, that's all I'm saying) I started crying. We saw each other &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt;day pretty much 24/7!!! And now it's a few times every few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that her mom has moved back up here she has been up lots more, so that's nice!! At her moms house she has a black and white pit, soooo cute!!! His name is Geno. He is way nice, not one of the mean ones, he has so much energy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, totally off the Cierra subject. She has a crush on her neighbor (not saying his name) he goes to &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; school though, she is very concerned that he likes &lt;em&gt;me &lt;/em&gt;not &lt;em&gt;her. &lt;/em&gt;He said he liked her..not sure now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cierra and I are a week apart, if I wasn't a week late, ours would the same day! (Totally meant to be BFF's!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves blue and green, and we both love camping, swimming, and the outdoors. She is soo down to Earth, and when the time comes to be hyper, no one is more hyper than &lt;em&gt;her!!&lt;/em&gt; She loves trucks, and loves to get scared the crap out of, and we love to freak our selves out!!! She loves to mess around, and crack jokes, and be sarcastic. (Thank God!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love to door-bell ditch, and running away is the best part. One rainy weekend, we were out late at night, and I was showing her how to play leap frog (Thanks daddy!) and we were trying not to be seen by the cars that drove past. We got a flash-light, and certain flashes meant certain things, we ran around the neighborhood till... around 2:00, got back were soaking wet, changed, went out back and scared our selves so bad, we almost wet our pants!! Now that's what &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; call a Best Friend!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4862273484323358230-1073223418496805628?l=bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com/feeds/1073223418496805628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com/2009/05/cierra-farr.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4862273484323358230/posts/default/1073223418496805628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4862273484323358230/posts/default/1073223418496805628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com/2009/05/cierra-farr.html' title='Cierra Farr'/><author><name>Ettienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14251970346441804187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCMgpfp-Kgk/ShoCIGVFCmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/77U1BZWI-dQ/S220/SDC10198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4862273484323358230.post-187167235124175800</id><published>2009-05-24T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:44:03.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY pet peeves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hypocrite's&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think I would be able to live with one, I would rather die. When they tell you not to do something or something they don't like, they turn around and do it!!! I think it's a form of lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of clippers. When I go to get my hair cut at the Salon I HATE the sound of those clippers they cut the guys hair with!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean little kids. Yes, they are 2 or 3 or however age but gosh can't they at &lt;em&gt;least &lt;/em&gt;know how to be nice?! When I was in the store one time, there was a little girl on her daddy's shoulders and I smiled at her and she stuck her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; out at me, and turned her head and stuck up her nose! WHAT THE HECK IS UP WITH THAT????!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Blonde's&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; I know I have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; moments but I'm a 13 yr. old girl what can I say? This girl at my school is a true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, she is one of the people I can see right through and can tell is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; fake!! All the guys think she is hot, and yeah I could agree with some guys on some girls that they are pretty, she is not one of them. Her laugh, her face, her dead eyes say it all. That is how you spell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt;...isn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country. I can not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; I used to like that music!!! Al they sing about is God, love, or whiskey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys who do not laugh, or smile. You get those guys who do one or the other or neither!! Is it so hard to laugh and be sarcastic once in a while? WHATS WRONG WITH YOU!!!!???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4862273484323358230-187167235124175800?l=bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com/feeds/187167235124175800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-pet-peeves.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4862273484323358230/posts/default/187167235124175800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4862273484323358230/posts/default/187167235124175800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-pet-peeves.html' title='MY pet peeves'/><author><name>Ettienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14251970346441804187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCMgpfp-Kgk/ShoCIGVFCmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/77U1BZWI-dQ/S220/SDC10198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4862273484323358230.post-3834151443400105211</id><published>2009-05-24T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:24:46.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo not Fair</title><content type='html'>Kev got mad at McKinley today when we were working on our downstairs, can't remember why, but I said, "Oh sure you never get mad at my Mom." Oh yeah I remember now! "She doesn't sit and dilly-dally when I ask her to do something!" Kev said back. (Were not actually yelling were just playin' around) "She never gets in trouble anyway" I added. "She is a teachers pet, she sleeps with the professor, automatic A+, sooo not fair." (eww no not what your thinking sickos!! Not cause I wanna sleep with him, cause she gets an automatic A+!!! Get your minds outta the gutter!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4862273484323358230-3834151443400105211?l=bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com/feeds/3834151443400105211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com/2009/05/sooo-not-fair.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4862273484323358230/posts/default/3834151443400105211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4862273484323358230/posts/default/3834151443400105211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com/2009/05/sooo-not-fair.html' title='Sooo not Fair'/><author><name>Ettienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14251970346441804187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCMgpfp-Kgk/ShoCIGVFCmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/77U1BZWI-dQ/S220/SDC10198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4862273484323358230.post-7991322795357283328</id><published>2009-05-24T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:04:04.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal &amp; Sam</title><content type='html'>So I take horseback riding lessons at Vista &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Farms&lt;/span&gt; right? OK well this girl there everyone seems to have a problem with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went to the 5 day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apprenticeship&lt;/span&gt; thingamajig and I rode "her" horse (a horse that she leases) the whole time. Well, after we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; rode we hung out with the horses (me, my mentor, and others) and we were all laughing and she came over to join. Well, she started asking me how old I was, my birthday and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; that, which was fine. But then she got personal and asked when and where and what time I was born. No comment. So she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one of the days my mom was there she was talking to whats her face and here comes Crystal and she stated "I had to go to the hospital last night" Well, my mother carried on and once again Crystal said the same thing. My lovely mommy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;simply&lt;/span&gt; replied " Yes, you said that" and went on with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is a normal riding day for about 3 weeks now. I walked in the office and she snottily told me " I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; rode Buddy today" ("Her" horse that I rode for the 5 days, which hopefully will not be "hers" anymore, her parents aren't happy with her) which, OK like I care. I asked Paul ( My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;trainer&lt;/span&gt;) who I was riding today. "Lets put ya on Buddy today" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;oooh&lt;/span&gt; snap!!!! I only thought but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;coulda&lt;/span&gt;, didn't say it to Crystal. "Didn't Crystal ride him today?" Turns out she lied about it. She only put him out in the coral...why would she lie about it? So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; ride him? What a Beyoch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my lessons I was talking to my good friend Amanda (who by the way has taught me everything I know there, and was my mentor) while she was washing Leo (her maybe soon to be leased horse) and I asked if Buddy was still being leased by her. "Well, he could be up for grabs soon, she isn't riding Buddy like she should and is barley ever here, her parents aren't too happy" wait... aren't they the ones taking her??? Or can she drive yet...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway back to my story. No one really likes her and she thinks the world revolves around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;em&gt;Sam&lt;/em&gt; turned 18 last Saturday...I think. And we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;had a&lt;/span&gt; party for her. Well, me and Amanda don't like her. She is the Devil to us. She knows nothing. Nothing, nothing, NOTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Paul let her teach me a thing called collect. Why I do not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; know!! But she taught me wrong. When Paul went over it, it was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;different!!! Well, for the last 4 lessons when I put away my horse, she follows and hovers over me, expecting that I will mess up or do something wrong! Well, today she started following me, "I'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; good" I told her, she ignored me and kept walking, told her again. She looked confused. WHAT THE HECK YOU STANDING THERE FOR WALK AWAY NOW!!!! So she did the right thing and walked away, or I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt; started something!! Not really but whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4862273484323358230-7991322795357283328?l=bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com/feeds/7991322795357283328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com/2009/05/crystal-sam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4862273484323358230/posts/default/7991322795357283328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4862273484323358230/posts/default/7991322795357283328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunky-ettienne.blogspot.com/2009/05/crystal-sam.html' title='Crystal &amp; Sam'/><author><name>Ettienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14251970346441804187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCMgpfp-Kgk/ShoCIGVFCmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/77U1BZWI-dQ/S220/SDC10198.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
