<?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-13783297</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:52:41.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the  art  of  me</title><subtitle type='html'>Read as if the world is writing. Paint as if visions spilled. Dance as if no eye seeing. 
Love as if no fear. Write as if the world is reading.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305453846507944713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://memory.loc.gov/pnp/thc/5a46000/5a46700/5a46766t.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13783297.post-112398361156623907</id><published>2005-08-13T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T18:40:11.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody out there?</title><content type='html'>Do people from strange lands really read these posts? I have favorite blogspots I have found shuffling through the abyss. I frequent these because the topics are so good. If anyone known or unknown happens upon this blog, leave a comment. Your blog just might be an inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13783297-112398361156623907?l=theartofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112398361156623907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13783297&amp;postID=112398361156623907' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/112398361156623907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/112398361156623907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/2005/08/anybody-out-there_13.html' title='Anybody out there?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305453846507944713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://memory.loc.gov/pnp/thc/5a46000/5a46700/5a46766t.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13783297.post-112277614154262026</id><published>2005-07-30T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T05:07:13.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>I think I have been absent from myself...&lt;br /&gt;I love the richness of blogspot. The posts are extremely profound and creative. To write with full expression is my desire. To visually describe the writings in my head. Sometimes the words come out as if a two year old scribbled them. And then there are the writings of wisdom I've yet to hear.&lt;br /&gt;I love intelligent blogspots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13783297-112277614154262026?l=theartofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112277614154262026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13783297&amp;postID=112277614154262026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/112277614154262026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/112277614154262026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305453846507944713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://memory.loc.gov/pnp/thc/5a46000/5a46700/5a46766t.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13783297.post-112145858849162843</id><published>2005-07-15T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T13:31:13.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wasn't expecting this one.                          &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how distracting &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; was. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When things are going great and you are on track with everything. I mean the bills are paid on time, the dishes are done, the laundry caught up, you have actually read some of the book you like, you have prayed and done devotions, you have even emailed someone you haven't talked to in a long time. Everything is great, then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;  SSSSSSSSSLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Out of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; hits you dead smack in the face. The dishes don't seem important, the bills, what bills. Reading consists of the back of the medicine bottle. The only devotion or prayer is God please help me through this. I actually have felt like I am going to die from the pain. This pain is very distracting. It is taking me away from the comfort of the norm. My brain can not wrap itself around patience, forgiveness, kindness or understanding. Anger seems to be the only emotion brought to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that? &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think pain in any form whether emotional or physical is like a weed that has overtaken your &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;garden&lt;/span&gt;. I am ready to weed out my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;garden&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;flowers &lt;/span&gt;will bloom because Monday is surgery day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13783297-112145858849162843?l=theartofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112145858849162843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13783297&amp;postID=112145858849162843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/112145858849162843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/112145858849162843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/2005/07/pain.html' title='Pain!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305453846507944713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://memory.loc.gov/pnp/thc/5a46000/5a46700/5a46766t.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13783297.post-112096061342304552</id><published>2005-07-09T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T18:56:53.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oasis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1225/1600/oasis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1225/200/oasis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I think of the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, a word that has been said alot lately, I usually think of a small pond of water surrounded by trees in the middle of the desert. Since this word has been in sight awhile now, I decided to check it out. What exactly does it mean? How does it fit into my life? Other than the fact that I feel like I am floundering in the desert in need of an oasis. Why do I keep seeing this word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have found lately I really like the letter O. I just like circles period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(also a circle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; But that can't be the reason this word is creeping up into my visual space. I looked it up. The definition is exactly as I had always known. So I decided to see what the bible has to say about it. Maybe this is one of those significant words I need to understand on my journey. What I found is, I think, an oasis in itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the book of Isaiah, chapter 32 is quite a chapter. I really love this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;People can be an oasis. I haven't thought of this concept. We, as followers of Christ, are an oasis to those who don't know Him. It says each man will stand as a shelter from high winds... each man will be cool running water in a parched land. A huge granite outcrop giving shade in the desert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;While I have been seeking an oasis from the stress of life. I know now it has been here all along. God is my oasis, my refuge. In turn I must be an oasis to those who don't know Him yet. A place people can rest. In that rest they will find my source of peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13783297-112096061342304552?l=theartofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112096061342304552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13783297&amp;postID=112096061342304552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/112096061342304552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/112096061342304552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/2005/07/oasis.html' title='oasis...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305453846507944713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://memory.loc.gov/pnp/thc/5a46000/5a46700/5a46766t.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13783297.post-112025411223129028</id><published>2005-07-01T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T14:41:52.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am walking outside my comfort zone. Way outside. I am beginning to really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;the journey outside the box. The complicated life of trusting is so rewarding. Being in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;frozen&lt;/span&gt; flesh place, allowing God to move in and around me is where I secretly have longed to be for years. I am excited to walk, speak and live it. I praise God for the opportunity to serve Him. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Passionately&lt;/span&gt; I seek Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Part of this journey involved the wrapping of my house in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white &lt;/span&gt;band in support of the ONE campaign and Make Poverty History. We have voiced our concern and President Bush responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The G-8 summit begins on July 6th. Please pray for the leaders not to make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; choices, not to make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; choices, but to make &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WISE &lt;/span&gt;choices. What we think is right may not be wise for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;May wisdom fall on this summit. May the words spoken supernaturally echo the call of our Heavenly Father. Speak through them Lord. Your children are listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13783297-112025411223129028?l=theartofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112025411223129028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13783297&amp;postID=112025411223129028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/112025411223129028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/112025411223129028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/2005/07/band-it.html' title='Band it!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305453846507944713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://memory.loc.gov/pnp/thc/5a46000/5a46700/5a46766t.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13783297.post-112004674787140036</id><published>2005-06-29T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T05:05:47.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Day!!</title><content type='html'>I have mornings that don't seem important enough to wake up to. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; is not one of them. WOOOO, HOOOO! I am looking forward to today. I am having more and more of those 'can't wait to get out of bed days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so incredible, I can't wait to see what He is going to do today. Every day has been filled with new and wonderful things, even some unexpected surprises. Should we be shocked God takes the time for us. No I don't think so. I am now expecting His move. Anticipating it. I am sure there will be sometimes I feel absolutely nothing. But not right now. Confidence abounds. It is a great day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13783297-112004674787140036?l=theartofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/feeds/112004674787140036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13783297&amp;postID=112004674787140036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/112004674787140036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/112004674787140036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/2005/06/great-day.html' title='A Great Day!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305453846507944713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://memory.loc.gov/pnp/thc/5a46000/5a46700/5a46766t.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13783297.post-111977889247786994</id><published>2005-06-26T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T02:41:32.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Name</title><content type='html'>The name of this blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the art of me&lt;/span&gt; is not something I have or ever will create. It is not tangible pieces of art that I am working on. It is about me, Cheryl, being a blank canvas so God may paint His destiny on my life. I don't ever want anything I do to be a reflection of me... my words... my teaching... my painting... my listening... my friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every deep,   secret,   hidden  place and every outward,  open,  public part of me cries out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13783297-111977889247786994?l=theartofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/feeds/111977889247786994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13783297&amp;postID=111977889247786994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/111977889247786994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/111977889247786994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/2005/06/name.html' title='A Name'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305453846507944713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://memory.loc.gov/pnp/thc/5a46000/5a46700/5a46766t.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13783297.post-111943170972258975</id><published>2005-06-22T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T02:15:09.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Books?</title><content type='html'>I am curious. Is anyone reading any great books? Not just the ordinary, run of the mill, common, everyday books. Books that captivate you, inspire you to the point of... well, you just aren't the same after you read them.  You read a book and finish it, you put it down or back on the shelf for a couple of weeks and then pick it up again and read it a second time.  Those kind of books. I am looking for books whose content will inspire the reader to not just sit there and enjoy, but move. Help me with your suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13783297-111943170972258975?l=theartofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/feeds/111943170972258975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13783297&amp;postID=111943170972258975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/111943170972258975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/111943170972258975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-books.html' title='Good Books?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305453846507944713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://memory.loc.gov/pnp/thc/5a46000/5a46700/5a46766t.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13783297.post-111935219758839521</id><published>2005-06-21T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T05:44:56.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spilling</title><content type='html'>This blog thing is a great way to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;spill&lt;/span&gt; on the net. Spilling is usually done in private. A private creative journal of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;visual&lt;/span&gt; expression. When you &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;pour&lt;/span&gt; out your carried emotions, there is room for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; God &lt;/span&gt;to move. Sometimes our emotions get in the way of many of things.&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; disappointment. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;pride.&lt;/span&gt; rejection. unforgiveness. ( fat, ugly, unloved) &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;, forgiveness. We were created for a purpose much bigger than negative emotions. We have a passionate life to live. @--&gt;------ Joy, love, freedom, compassion are a waiting gift from a loving &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13783297-111935219758839521?l=theartofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/feeds/111935219758839521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13783297&amp;postID=111935219758839521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/111935219758839521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/111935219758839521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/2005/06/spilling_21.html' title='Spilling'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305453846507944713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://memory.loc.gov/pnp/thc/5a46000/5a46700/5a46766t.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13783297.post-111915341600354149</id><published>2005-06-18T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T20:56:56.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I here yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13783297-111915341600354149?l=theartofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/feeds/111915341600354149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13783297&amp;postID=111915341600354149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/111915341600354149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13783297/posts/default/111915341600354149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartofme.blogspot.com/2005/06/am-i-here-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305453846507944713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://memory.loc.gov/pnp/thc/5a46000/5a46700/5a46766t.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
