<?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-6208716449187005448</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:55:22.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anita's Days of Happenings</title><subtitle type='html'>Why Can't their be a cure?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anitalyns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212698620995998042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13tDRv4GBdI/TtJzYw-0FgI/AAAAAAAAATk/yKERH2sjygk/s220/008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716449187005448.post-7440666703443599380</id><published>2011-09-29T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T23:21:40.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What having MS feels llike</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;What does Multiple Sclerosis feel like.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d3a5a1; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I posted this a very long time ago but after reading many blogs from Fellow MS'ers I decided to repost this. I love this!!!&lt;br /&gt;I did not write this but it is a great explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When we say we can't do something because we don't feel well, put yourself in our shoes by using the examples of our symptoms below---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What You Can do To Understand Painful Heavy Legs&lt;/span&gt;... Apply tightly 20 lb ankle weights and 15 lb thigh weights then take a 1 mile walk, clean the house, go shopping and then sit down - how ya' feeling now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Painful Feet&lt;/span&gt;... Put equal or unequal amounts of small pebbles in each shoe then take a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loss of Feeling in Hands and/or Arms&lt;/span&gt;... Put on extra thick gloves and a heavy coat then try and pick up a pencil, if successful, stab yourself in the arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loss of Feeling in Feet and/or Legs&lt;/span&gt;... Ask a doc for a shot of novocaine in both of your legs and then try and stand up and walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TN (Trigeminal Neuralgia)&lt;/span&gt;. ..Take an ice pick and jam it into your ear or cheek whenever the wind blows on it, or a stray hair touches it. If you want something easier to do, get someone to punch you in the jaw, preferably daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncontrollable Itching&lt;/span&gt;... Glue or sew small steel wool pads to the inside of your shirt, pants and undergarments wear them for an entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tingling&lt;/span&gt;... Stick your finger in an electrical socket - preferably wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tight Banded Feeling&lt;/span&gt;... Put 12 inch wide belt around you and make is as tight as you can and leave it there for the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shots&lt;/span&gt;... Fill one of our spare needles with saline solution and give yourself a shot every time we do our shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Effects From the Shot&lt;/span&gt;... Bang your head against a wall, wrap yourself in a heating pad, wrap your entire body with an ace bandage tightly then finally treat yourself to some spoiled food or drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trouble Lifting Arms.&lt;/span&gt;.. Apply 20 LB wrist weights and try and reach for something on the highest shelf in your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spasticity.&lt;/span&gt;.. Hook bungee cords to your rear belt loops and rear pant leg cuffs then for your arms hook bungee cords to your shirt collar and cuffs on shirt sleeves then go dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poor Hearing/Buzzing in Ears&lt;/span&gt;...Put a bee in each ear and then put a plug in each one...bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Balance and Walking Problems&lt;/span&gt;... Drink 100 proof grain alcohol and then sit and spin in an office chair for 30 minutes, now try and walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urgently Needing to Pee&lt;/span&gt;... We put a .5 liter remote controlled water bag and drip tube in your pants, we point out 2 restrooms in a crowded mall, then we tell you that you have 30 seconds before we activate the water bag (by remote control) to get to a restroom. Just for spite we may make that 20 seconds without telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bizarre and Inexplicable Sensations.&lt;/span&gt;.. Place tiny spiders on your legs or arms and allow them to periodically crawl around throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pins and Needles..&lt;/span&gt;. Stab yourself repeatedly with needles all over your body or better yet....Get a large tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dizziness (Vertigo)&lt;/span&gt;... Get on a gently rocking boat all day and all night and take several walks around the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fatigue&lt;/span&gt;... Stay awake for two full days to induce incredible fatigue and then cook dinner, clean the house, walk the dog and see how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bowel Problems&lt;/span&gt;... Take a 4 day dose of an anti-diarrhea medicine followed directly by a 3 day dose of stool softeners for a minimum of 3 weeks, at the end of 3 weeks sit down on a hard uncushioned chair and stay there till tears appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burning Feeling.&lt;/span&gt;.. Make a full pot of boiling water and then have someone fill a squirt gun with the boiling water and shoot it at yourself all day long. However, you can give us the pleasure of shooting you instead...optional of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intention Tremor.&lt;/span&gt;.. Hook your body to some type of vibrating machine try and move your legs and arms.....hmmm are you feeling a little shaky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buzzing Feeling When Bending Our Heads to Our Chest (L'Hermitte's)&lt;/span&gt;... Place an electrical wire on your back and run it all the way down to your feet, then pour water on it and plug it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vision Problems (Optic Neuritis)&lt;/span&gt;... Smear vaseline on glasses and then wear them to read the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memory Issues&lt;/span&gt;... Have someone make a list of items to shop for and when you come back that person adds two things to the list and then they ask why you didn't get them. When you come back from shopping again they take the list and erase three things and ask why you bought those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foot Drop&lt;/span&gt;... Wear one swim fin and take about a 1/2 mile walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depression&lt;/span&gt;... Take a trip to the animal shelter everyday and see all the lonely animals with no home. You get attached to one of the animals and when you come back the next day you come in while they are putting her/him asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fear&lt;/span&gt;... Dream that you have lost complete feeling in your feet and when you wake up wiggle your feet, just so happens they don't move. Think about this every night wondering whether something on your body won't work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swallowing.&lt;/span&gt;.. Try swallowing the hottest chili pepper you can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heat Intolerance or Feeling Hot When it's Really Not&lt;/span&gt;... You are on a nice vacation to Alaska. It's 35° outside and 65° inside. Light a fire for the fireplace and then get into it. Once you have reached about 110° tell me how you feel, even a person without MS would feel bad, now add all of the above symptoms - welcome to our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And Finally... After subjecting yourself to the items above, let everyone tell you that you are just under a lot of stress, it's all in your head and that some exercise and counseling is the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208716449187005448-7440666703443599380?l=anitalyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/feeds/7440666703443599380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-having-ms-feels-llike.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/7440666703443599380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/7440666703443599380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-having-ms-feels-llike.html' title='What having MS feels llike'/><author><name>anitalyns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212698620995998042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13tDRv4GBdI/TtJzYw-0FgI/AAAAAAAAATk/yKERH2sjygk/s220/008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716449187005448.post-7005789694066501374</id><published>2011-07-15T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:14:34.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of Sarah M. Lane Maxwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.harrelsonfuneralhome.com/sitemaker/sites/harrel0/obit.cgi?user=416800Maxwell"&gt;In Memory of Sarah M. Lane Maxwell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208716449187005448-7005789694066501374?l=anitalyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.harrelsonfuneralhome.com/sitemaker/sites/harrel0/obit.cgi?user=416800Maxwell' title='In Memory of Sarah M. Lane Maxwell'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/feeds/7005789694066501374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-memory-of-sarah-m-lane-maxwell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/7005789694066501374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/7005789694066501374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-memory-of-sarah-m-lane-maxwell.html' title='In Memory of Sarah M. Lane Maxwell'/><author><name>anitalyns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212698620995998042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13tDRv4GBdI/TtJzYw-0FgI/AAAAAAAAATk/yKERH2sjygk/s220/008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716449187005448.post-7372894275530583753</id><published>2011-02-22T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T16:42:07.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Beulah Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EyYToQfFJbE?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208716449187005448-7372894275530583753?l=anitalyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/feeds/7372894275530583753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/02/sweet-beulah-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/7372894275530583753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/7372894275530583753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/02/sweet-beulah-land.html' title='Sweet Beulah Land'/><author><name>anitalyns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212698620995998042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13tDRv4GBdI/TtJzYw-0FgI/AAAAAAAAATk/yKERH2sjygk/s220/008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EyYToQfFJbE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716449187005448.post-2205960956407556794</id><published>2011-02-20T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T13:51:20.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother is with us.</title><content type='html'>Today my mother (Srarah Maxwell age 73) had to move back into our home.Mom has been very ill the past few years and she is under Hopsice care now. It's only a matter of time until we lose our mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother was suppose to go into Hospice until Teresa had her home painted due to smoke damage, but was placed into Henderson Care instead. We found out that mom had not been taken care of like she should of been and she wasn't happy, so we took her out and Thus, here she is. At mine and Denver's home.&lt;br /&gt;Denver was very good about the whole situation, he helped get her bed ready. He helped me remeber what medications she was to take and when. He was a real doll, but I know he likes it when were alone in the house. Something we have not been in a long time, a real long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa called at 2:30 and asked Denver to meet Bruce at the Little Cubbard ( a small store in Ruth) so they could go ride motorcycles together.&amp;nbsp; It's almost 5:00 now and he is still gone so they must be having a good time&lt;br /&gt;.Mom is asleep. She sleeps alot. It seems if she is not sleeping she is barely eating. Her tiny body can't be no more than&amp;nbsp; 65 pounds. I worry so much about her. Actually I'm taking anxiety pills myself due to my MS and the worries I have about mom passing one day. I never had a mom, then when we finally get a mom back into our life Why does life seem so unfair sometimes? Why I don't know, but it does...it really does!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208716449187005448-2205960956407556794?l=anitalyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/feeds/2205960956407556794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/02/mother-is-with-us.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/2205960956407556794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/2205960956407556794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/02/mother-is-with-us.html' title='Mother is with us.'/><author><name>anitalyns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212698620995998042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13tDRv4GBdI/TtJzYw-0FgI/AAAAAAAAATk/yKERH2sjygk/s220/008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716449187005448.post-5715457408271844661</id><published>2011-02-19T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T10:19:42.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living with Multiple Sclerosis - Showing A Relapse - Staying Positive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NszHrbeA8sU?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208716449187005448-5715457408271844661?l=anitalyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/feeds/5715457408271844661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/02/living-with-multiple-sclerosis-showing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/5715457408271844661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/5715457408271844661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/02/living-with-multiple-sclerosis-showing.html' title='Living with Multiple Sclerosis - Showing A Relapse - Staying Positive!'/><author><name>anitalyns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212698620995998042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13tDRv4GBdI/TtJzYw-0FgI/AAAAAAAAATk/yKERH2sjygk/s220/008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NszHrbeA8sU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716449187005448.post-2872440377353659777</id><published>2011-02-09T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T18:33:46.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiple Sclerosis</title><content type='html'>I hate this disease so much. I just wish everyone could understand just how much, but they never will. It's just me and me, myself and I. We three are all alone and suffering together and we feel along in this big old world even if we are not along. I know were not. So many others suffer yet I sit around and have chips and dip with my pity parties. I have my parties daily it seems like. I don't cry tears that anyone can see, but I'm crying. I cry inside where no one can see. I cry my heart out and often wish I had someone to cry&amp;nbsp; with me, but I really don't want an anyone to hurt like I do. To feel the numbness, the pain, the spasms, the cramps, the blurred vision, the feeling of loosing your mind and so many more things, but what I really hate worse is the feeling I get after trying to explain all the above to my husband who doesn't understand or to my family or even worse my neurologist&amp;nbsp; who should know how I feel, but doesn't. He doesn't have any idea how I or anyone else with MS feels because he doesn't have MS. He studies it, he doesn't have it. He can treat it, but he doesn't have it. He can prescribe medications for it, but he doesn't have it. He can listen to me cry and tell him all about it, but he doesn't have it. I DO!!&amp;nbsp; I HAVE MULTIPLE SCLEROSIS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208716449187005448-2872440377353659777?l=anitalyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/feeds/2872440377353659777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/02/multiple-sclerosis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/2872440377353659777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/2872440377353659777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/02/multiple-sclerosis.html' title='Multiple Sclerosis'/><author><name>anitalyns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212698620995998042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13tDRv4GBdI/TtJzYw-0FgI/AAAAAAAAATk/yKERH2sjygk/s220/008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716449187005448.post-201936634770408508</id><published>2011-02-01T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:15:18.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vickie Winans "Long As I Got King Jesus"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lyAMCkHOb8U?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208716449187005448-201936634770408508?l=anitalyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/feeds/201936634770408508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/02/vickie-winans-long-as-i-got-king-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/201936634770408508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/201936634770408508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/02/vickie-winans-long-as-i-got-king-jesus.html' title='Vickie Winans &quot;Long As I Got King Jesus&quot;'/><author><name>anitalyns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212698620995998042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13tDRv4GBdI/TtJzYw-0FgI/AAAAAAAAATk/yKERH2sjygk/s220/008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lyAMCkHOb8U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716449187005448.post-3540486672333658563</id><published>2011-02-01T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:03:10.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Weird" Al Yankovic - Amish Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lOfZLb33uCg?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208716449187005448-3540486672333658563?l=anitalyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/feeds/3540486672333658563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/02/weird-al-yankovic-amish-paradise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/3540486672333658563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/3540486672333658563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/02/weird-al-yankovic-amish-paradise.html' title='&quot;Weird&quot; 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The heat is one, but every time Denver opens the time to pken the door and he does often, he let's in a breeze thats brings chills over my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday Denver and I went motorcycle riding and the coolness on our faces even though we were bundled up like hoodlums with our faces all covered up with bandanas, etc..I thought we looked kinda cool looking, but I'm sure others passing us thought we looked crazy. Who cares? We didn't! We just had fun and that's all that mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family is doing really good, the girls are great and the grand children are precious. Don'a is doing really- really well. It's good that she is the one in the family that is being talked about and all the other grand children that have done or are doing wrong are so innocent. Hooray for them all. At least, I can say, My daughter has opened up and admitted her wrongs, faced her wrongs, made more and cried her heart out, but ask God to forgive her. Who are we to forgive? We are NOT!! God is the ON:LY JUDGE!! Let Him be the judge and judge ye not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have vented enough today, so I will close now.......In the mean time I will end with a prayer in my heart for all those who do wrong and are not caught or will not admit it or heads are turned. To those, God be with you. Just don't judge my daughter when you have wrongs in your own heart !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINK ABOUT IT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208716449187005448-1872592596268822668?l=anitalyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/feeds/1872592596268822668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/01/wonderful-day-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/1872592596268822668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/1872592596268822668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/01/wonderful-day-today.html' title='Wonderful Day Today'/><author><name>anitalyns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212698620995998042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13tDRv4GBdI/TtJzYw-0FgI/AAAAAAAAATk/yKERH2sjygk/s220/008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716449187005448.post-8255659735214868346</id><published>2011-01-20T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:30:15.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a good week, but missing my daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tonight I was playing online as I am now and had just received a phone call from my daughter who is in Mt Holly, NC with Bryan Allen her boyfriend. She has been there now for three weeks and will stay till the 26th of this month. Today is the 20th. Only a few more days and she will be home. Funny, for me to be missing my grown daughter, but I do. She moved in with us after she got into trouble after an addiction with morphine. She also was found shop lifting in Wal-Mart for body supplies for our home due to us being out of soap. I feel bad because we were out of soap and toilet paper, etc.. But, should I? That's no reason for anyone to shop lift, but being a mom..I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don'a is recovering and almost a year free of drugs now, she has completed all her classes and will be going back to her NA and AA classes once back from Mt Holly. She is a very educated woman and a really good person. She just got involved with the wrong type of man and did the wrong things in her life. Don't get me wrong, she has paid dearly for them. She has been robbed two times and lost custody of her daughter to her Ex husband who still makes advances towards her each and every time he is alone with her. She even has him on a recorder talking crap to her. His wife knows nothing about this and he would like to keep it that way, but if he keeps being so mean to Don'a I'm afraid she will finally come forward and tell her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Denver and I rode the motorcycle yesterday. We really had a great time. We rode up to visit with Teresa and to see my mom and dad. Mom was doing okay, but still so weak. Her frail body is getting worse and worse and I'm afraid it's only a short time til we loose her. I pray to God that I'm wrong. Oh dear Lord, I pray I'm wrong..let her live forever. This is impossible, but still I can wish can't I? Dad is going down hill, he is slowing down hill. He is walking slower and slower and you can tell her is just not himself. This too I pray would never end, but I know it will. The Lord will call them as well as myself and those I love when He is ready and their is nothing I can do about it, nor would I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you God for this beautiful day you have blessed me and my family with, thank you for my family and grand children. For I so much love them all and know that without You I would not have them. So for You I give thanks. Thank you for being with me during this dreadful disease I call Multiple Sclerosis. I know that all things are possible and with you I will be healed if it be thy will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjfOp2srU1Y/TTj8hpVqraI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FXglE51YyXw/s1600/all+things+through+Christ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjfOp2srU1Y/TTj8hpVqraI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FXglE51YyXw/s320/all+things+through+Christ.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6208716449187005448-8255659735214868346?l=anitalyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/feeds/8255659735214868346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/01/having-good-week-but-missing-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/8255659735214868346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/8255659735214868346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2011/01/having-good-week-but-missing-my.html' title='Having a good week, but missing my daughter'/><author><name>anitalyns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212698620995998042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13tDRv4GBdI/TtJzYw-0FgI/AAAAAAAAATk/yKERH2sjygk/s220/008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjfOp2srU1Y/TTj8hpVqraI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FXglE51YyXw/s72-c/all+things+through+Christ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716449187005448.post-491584340512924268</id><published>2010-08-29T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T13:20:10.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES I AM !!</title><content type='html'>Just reading back over the few blogs I had just started posting I noticed that in two of my blogs, I asked was I stingy. You know what? The answer is HELL YES, THIS OLE BITCH IS STINGY. ESPECIALLY WITH MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I plan on leaving enough so my children will have some after I leave this world. The money for the grandbabies educations will come from g-pa's inheritance money, so call me a miser....call me a bitch...hell, call me whatever you choose, but it better not be to my face or you will not have a face. Maybe a broken nose and a sore body. I have beat up one woman and I'm not afraid to fight. Hell, the bigger they are the harder they fall, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, The Bitch..the Stingy Bitch, LMAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208716449187005448-491584340512924268?l=anitalyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/feeds/491584340512924268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2010/08/yes-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/491584340512924268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/491584340512924268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2010/08/yes-i-am.html' title='YES I AM !!'/><author><name>anitalyns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212698620995998042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13tDRv4GBdI/TtJzYw-0FgI/AAAAAAAAATk/yKERH2sjygk/s220/008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716449187005448.post-6801224936542679770</id><published>2010-08-25T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:25:25.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, shit hit the fan this past two weeks</title><content type='html'>You know when thinks seem to be gong good, look back......shits about to hit the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don'a and Mark have partied ways and THANK GOD THEY DID!!&lt;br /&gt;The guy was a thief and we didn't even know he was stealing from us.Can you believe this guy was taking things we had bought for Christmas gift for our grand children and then getting the receipts (we kept them on our dresser) and taking the merchandise back for cash.&lt;br /&gt;It had been so many things and we had them stored that we didn't even notice until the day the lawn mower tore up. My husband was going to get his new jack from the trunk of the car and it wasn't there. We had already turned him in to the police for the many-many other things and now finding the jack gone was the boiling point. My husband called the place he had purchased the jack from and they actually remembered him bringing it back. They said it was kind of funny they thought because the jacks were on sale for a GREAT deal and when this one and only one was brought back they just gave the money to Denver (this is the name he used and my husbands name) and he left the store with the refund.&lt;br /&gt;Denver, my husband called the police for the 7th time and gave the information. Poor ole Mark now has four felony charges on him and three misdamentors on him.&lt;br /&gt;We go to court Sept 9th at 8:30 for our first of many court appearances. WISH US LUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you know a cute dark headed 33 year old named MARK, lock your house up and call the police.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208716449187005448-6801224936542679770?l=anitalyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/feeds/6801224936542679770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2010/08/well-shit-hit-fan-this-past-two-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/6801224936542679770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/6801224936542679770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2010/08/well-shit-hit-fan-this-past-two-weeks.html' title='Well, shit hit the fan this past two weeks'/><author><name>anitalyns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212698620995998042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13tDRv4GBdI/TtJzYw-0FgI/AAAAAAAAATk/yKERH2sjygk/s220/008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716449187005448.post-7117997118139032188</id><published>2010-08-14T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T11:21:50.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughter going bizerk</title><content type='html'>I have a grown daughter who is involved with a man who was talking about marriage mid-next year. Then last Monday night he decides to leave, but before leaving our home he ask to talk to me and her stepdad privately. He said she was just a little bossy and he was going to scare her and maybe she would stop. Well, he promised me and her step dad that he would call or text weekly, which he did yesterday, but he was to come by once a week after pay day to re-pay monies owed to us that we had loaned him. He has a good job and is so smart it pitiful, but&amp;nbsp; with him comes baggage. An EX wife who does ugly things once he starts dating. Now she is living with a man and getting married in April she said on MYSPACE, but he had borrowed our car once and the next morning we find that she had put dirt into our gas tank. She thought it was another car of his since his was in the shop being repaired, so he was driving ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, guess who knocks on&amp;nbsp; our door today......the police. Hunting him saying he had not paid child support to her when just last week he gave her the money because we were with my daughter and him when he dropped it off. Here's the funny thing, when they married she already had two daughters, NOT HIS and she just kept on and on begging him to adopt these girls, well the little idiot did and now he has to pay support to children that don't belong to him. They could possibly be his neices since the marriage ended due to him catching her in bed not once, but twice with his own brother. See what I mean about baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don'a, my daughter is going bizerk wondering where he is at, because he left his EX with everything&amp;nbsp; and was living with my daughter until she fell and hurt her shoulder which her Dr. said would require surgery. Not to mention that the man I'm talking about fell off a 65 ft krane at Duke Power (their fault) and has 13 breaks and cracks in his spine, one even in his hip bone. He is pitiful, so we (My husband and I) asked them to stay in our extra room until these surgeries are over since I'm disabled due to MS and not working I could help with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been a week since he has been gone and today the police come to our house to serve child support papers on him. His EX is evil. If the support needs to be paid then so be it, but she has put sugar in his ga tank, put dirt n ours, slept with his brother and now living with him and now planning a wedding. She followed my daughter and him to the beach at Lake Lure, NC where they were going boat riding, well she comes with some muscular man cursing them and daring him to get out of the boat and fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY WILL SHE NOT LET HIM GO?&lt;br /&gt;SHE HAS DONE SO MUCH MORE EVEN RAN HIM OFF ON CHRISTMAS WHERE HE HAD TO TAKE HIS TWO LITTLE BOYS AND WALK TO SPINDALE, NC FROM WHERE THEY LIVED APPROX. 12 MILES TO HIS DADS. THE POOR BABIES DIDN'T EVEN GET THEIR CHRISTMAS SANTA HAD LEFT AND WHEN HE WENT BACK TO GET THE STUFF SHE HAD BURNED EVERYTHING BELONGING TO HIM OR HIS SONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M A CHRISTIAN AND GOD FORGIVE ME, BUT I WILL HAVE TO ANSWER FOR CALLING THIS WOMAN (WENDY) A BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOOD PRESSURE IS BOILING, GOING TO CLOSE NOW.........TIL LATER,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anita~.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208716449187005448-7117997118139032188?l=anitalyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/feeds/7117997118139032188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2010/08/daughter-going-bizerk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/7117997118139032188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/7117997118139032188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2010/08/daughter-going-bizerk.html' title='Daughter going bizerk'/><author><name>anitalyns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212698620995998042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13tDRv4GBdI/TtJzYw-0FgI/AAAAAAAAATk/yKERH2sjygk/s220/008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716449187005448.post-6324087568972540048</id><published>2010-08-08T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T19:05:41.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IS IT HIS WAY OR MY WAY??</title><content type='html'>Denver has been wanting a new motorcycle ever since I have meet him (17 yrs ago) and I kept wanting, this or that or both.. He has always been good to me since we meet and given me the world. So why am I being so selfish about him getting his bike, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;I guess because I want the beautiful red bike he is getting. You see I can ride to! Actually we are coming into a great deal of money next week and hopefully (keeping fingers crossed) he will buy another bike for him. This bike is not a tiny sportster or any thing small.......It's just I love the color, tribal painting done under 17 coats of paint and I WANT THIS D@MN BIKE FOR MYSELF!!&lt;br /&gt;Am &lt;i&gt;"I being stingy"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anita&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*waving bye to all who may read this*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208716449187005448-6324087568972540048?l=anitalyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/feeds/6324087568972540048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-it-his-way-or-my-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/6324087568972540048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716449187005448/posts/default/6324087568972540048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anitalyns.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-it-his-way-or-my-way.html' title='IS IT HIS WAY OR MY WAY??'/><author><name>anitalyns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212698620995998042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13tDRv4GBdI/TtJzYw-0FgI/AAAAAAAAATk/yKERH2sjygk/s220/008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
