<?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-26013783</id><updated>2011-11-10T23:29:02.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blog With No Name</title><subtitle type='html'>Information. Trivia. Facts. Odd news. Images. Pictures. Advice. Tips. Stories. Jokes. Satires. Games. If you are looking for these, then you got the right blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>399</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-684343458646753727</id><published>2008-03-01T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:24:17.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Privacy Policy</title><summary type='text'>This policy is valid from 01 March 2008 This blog is a personal blog written and edited by me. This blog accepts forms of cash advertising, sponsorship, paid insertions or other forms of compensation. The compensation received may influence the advertising content, topics or posts made in this blog. That content, advertising space or post may not always be identified as paid or sponsored content.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/684343458646753727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=684343458646753727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/684343458646753727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/684343458646753727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2008/03/privacy-policy.html' title='Privacy Policy'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116857732819124346</id><published>2007-01-11T20:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:48:48.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Under The Sun</title><summary type='text'>Plan A Picnic.There’s no better way to enjoy the outdoors than spreading out a picnic blanket and having a feast at the park or in a spacious backyard. Set the date and theme and call up your relatives for their assignments. Utensils, drinks, and easy-to-eat finger foods are a must on your list. Don’t forget your sunglasses.Get Kitchen-Savvy!Who says staying indoors is a bore? Cool down by trying</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116857732819124346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116857732819124346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857732819124346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857732819124346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2007/01/fun-under-sun.html' title='Fun Under The Sun'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116857725874838505</id><published>2007-01-11T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:47:38.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Things To Do</title><summary type='text'>Indulge in your favorite chocolate bar or crepe dessert to raise your happiness quotient. No guilt included! Save the earth and get into recycling! Donate your old and unused books to libraries and use the clean back part of your old printouts as scratch paper. Mean what you say and say what you mean. Appreciate the beauty in everyday wonders like the sun shining through your window. Find a lucky</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116857725874838505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116857725874838505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857725874838505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857725874838505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2007/01/magical-things-to-do.html' title='Magical Things To Do'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116857723453139483</id><published>2007-01-11T20:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:47:14.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><summary type='text'>PiscesThere is a task you must finish. You’ve been delaying things for sometime now and they’re coming back to haunt you. Finish these ASAP, and you’ll have fun without worries.TaurusExploring new places excites you, but watch your step! Being cautious is the key to preventing mishaps. Let your mind and body wander at the wonders of seeing new places and rediscovering old ones.GeminiYou deserve a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116857723453139483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116857723453139483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857723453139483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857723453139483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2007/01/horoscope_11.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116857720671871574</id><published>2007-01-11T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:46:46.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blazin’ The Trail To Brazil</title><summary type='text'>Sandy beaches and colorful flip-flops are not the only things that rule in this hot country!Paradise FoundBrazil is the largest of the Latin American countries. The Amazon River, the second longest in the world after the Nile, is partially found in the Brazilian territory.“The English Invented It, The Brazilians Perfected It.”Brazilians love soccer! Legendary star player Pele hails from Brazil. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116857720671871574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116857720671871574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857720671871574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857720671871574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2007/01/blazin-trail-to-brazil.html' title='Blazin’ The Trail To Brazil'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116857717403988959</id><published>2007-01-11T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:46:14.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovering Peter Cook Of W.I.T.C.H.</title><summary type='text'>Cool, friendly, sporty, and absolutely irresistible. Taranee Cook’s big brother lets us into his special lair.Sunny, positive, and really jolly (though he can be vain at times), Peter Lancelot Cook is a brother anyone would love to have! Aside from being Taranee’s best friend and number one ally at home, the funky-haired athlete is also her personal driver! A person who does not know the meaning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116857717403988959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116857717403988959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857717403988959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857717403988959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2007/01/discovering-peter-cook-of-witch.html' title='Discovering Peter Cook Of W.I.T.C.H.'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116857710599694702</id><published>2007-01-11T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:45:06.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Russia With Love</title><summary type='text'>Cool SpotsIf we have the Malacañang, Russia has the Kremlin. St. Petersburg is a city called the “Venice of the North” because of its placid canals and grand palaces.Find It, Love ItRussia lies in Eurasia, composed of two continents: Europe and Asia. Moscow is the capital of this very cold country, and its currency is called the Russian Ruble.Hello, DollyMatryoshka dolls are handpainted dolls </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116857710599694702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116857710599694702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857710599694702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857710599694702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-russia-with-love.html' title='From Russia With Love'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116857707498275592</id><published>2007-01-11T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:44:35.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Must Dos</title><summary type='text'>Re-evaluate your goals this year. If you had a bad 2005, use your birthday to jumpstart your resolutions. Make an inventory of the things you already own. This way, you save money and prevent having doubles in your closet or music and book collection. Hug a tree! When sadness hits, a tree gives comfort to an ailing heart. Blue and violet are lucky hues that’ll help you be your best. Find people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116857707498275592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116857707498275592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857707498275592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857707498275592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2007/01/magical-must-dos.html' title='Magical Must Dos'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116857704607225948</id><published>2007-01-11T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:44:06.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><summary type='text'>AriesThere’s a time to share as well as a time to keep things to yourself. Knowledge shared with classmates wins you high grades, but nasty rumors should end with you.TaurusBe ready for a major change. Anything that initially feels uncomfortable has a purpose to it. Stick with it till the end. Head to the beach on the last week of the month and find yourself being lucky in love!GeminiPlanning to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116857704607225948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116857704607225948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857704607225948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857704607225948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2007/01/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116857698695213521</id><published>2007-01-11T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:43:07.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen</title><summary type='text'>Unleash the dance diva in you!These dance-inspired pieces take your look from casual to cute in a snap! But first, take this quick test to discover which groovy moves fit your personality.1. You love to dance:  a. With a partner.  b. Solo.  c. With your gal pals.2. You never get tired listening to:  a. The Black Eyed Peas.  b. Classical music. Mozart and Beethoven rule!  c. Jennifer Lopez and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116857698695213521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116857698695213521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857698695213521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857698695213521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2007/01/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116857690968505245</id><published>2007-01-11T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:41:49.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s A Party</title><summary type='text'>A cozy room + yummy snacks + lots of exciting activities = FUN!Furry FriendsCornelia’s tip: They’re there to comfort you when you start feeling a little homesick. (We understand it’s not always easy to sleep in a new place.)Glowing FriendshipTaranee’s tip: Begin the party by sitting on the floor, placing the candles in the middle of your tight circle. Make a pact to have nothing but absolute fun </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116857690968505245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116857690968505245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857690968505245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857690968505245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-party.html' title='It’s A Party'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116857685673852072</id><published>2007-01-11T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:40:57.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival Tips At Work</title><summary type='text'>#1: Rise and ShineEat a good breakfast, even if you don’t normally feel like one. Countless studies have shown that a healthy breakfast sets you up for the day, and making sure you have some proper food when you get up will leave you less peckish later on. This is NOT an excuse for a big greasy fry-up five days a week, though. And as well as helping your energy supply, it can help your money </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116857685673852072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116857685673852072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857685673852072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116857685673852072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2007/01/survival-tips-at-work.html' title='Survival Tips At Work'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116452252179207357</id><published>2006-11-25T22:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:28:41.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Must Dos For You</title><summary type='text'>Try interpreting your dreams. Write down all your subconscious visions once you wake up. It’ll be fun to decipher your innermost desires. Make sure to wear a new outfit on New Year’s Eve to attract luck. If you missed the chance to do so, don’t forget to do it on your birthday! Go beyond pop! Listen to a new genre of music to expand your musical horizons. Surprise a stranger with a smile. Be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116452252179207357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116452252179207357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116452252179207357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116452252179207357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/11/magical-must-dos-for-you.html' title='Magical Must Dos For You'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116452250245255195</id><published>2006-11-25T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:28:22.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><summary type='text'>AriesThink twice before leaping into the unknown! This month, it’s better to relax at home than to step outside and look for adventures. Banish boredom by seeking love in novels.TaurusYour predictable ways spell: get a life! get out of your comfort zone and challenge yourself with things beyond your imagination. Stand out in school and in your neighborhood.GeminiLet yourself shine! Boost your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116452250245255195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116452250245255195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116452250245255195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116452250245255195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/11/horoscope_25.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116452247854982705</id><published>2006-11-25T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:27:58.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Italia</title><summary type='text'>Find It, Love ItItaly is located in the continent of Europe. It is best known for its fine art, food, and fashion – especially shoes. No wonder this peninsula is shaped like a boot!Famous CitiesVenice (Venezia), Milan, Florence (Firenze), and Rome (Roma)The CapitalRome, the place where you’ll find the Roman Catholics’ leader, the Pope!Best Selling DishesPasta, pizza, and ice cream (which they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116452247854982705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116452247854982705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116452247854982705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116452247854982705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/11/viva-italia.html' title='Viva Italia'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116452244987800880</id><published>2006-11-25T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:27:31.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><summary type='text'>Aries Spunky Arian should take caution! Your daredevil ways might get you into big physical trouble. Pals look up to you, but they’ll get disappointed if you make that huge blunder mid-month.Taurus Your sensitivity lets you enjoy life. Every bite, sound, view, and scent you take in make you appreciate living even more! Though you feel as if nothing exciting is coming your way, count your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116452244987800880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116452244987800880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116452244987800880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116452244987800880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/11/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116199193339736626</id><published>2006-10-27T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:32:13.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$20</title><summary type='text'> A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this $20 bill?"Hands started going up.He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this." He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill .He then asked, "Who still wants it?"Still the hands were up in the air.Well, he replied, "What if I do this?"And</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116199193339736626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116199193339736626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116199193339736626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116199193339736626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/10/20.html' title='$20'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116199168793568735</id><published>2006-10-27T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:28:08.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rain</title><summary type='text'> One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets of town, taking those extra precautions necessary when the roads are wet and slick.Suddenly, my daughter spoke up from her relaxed position in her seat. "Dad, I'm thinking of something."This announcement usually meant she had been pondering some fact for a while, and was now ready to expound all that her six-year-old mind had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116199168793568735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116199168793568735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116199168793568735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116199168793568735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/10/rain.html' title='The Rain'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116081342908469400</id><published>2006-10-14T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:10:30.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Actual Writings from Hospital Charts</title><summary type='text'>1. The patient refused autopsy.2. The patient has no previous history of suicides.3. Patient has left white blood cells at another hospital.4. She has no rigors or shaking chills, but her husband states she was very hot in bed last night.5. Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for over a year.6. On the second day the knee was better, and on the third day it disappeared.7. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116081342908469400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116081342908469400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116081342908469400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116081342908469400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/10/actual-writings-from-hospital-charts.html' title='Actual Writings from Hospital Charts'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-116081265721513849</id><published>2006-10-14T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:57:49.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You For Your Time</title><summary type='text'>A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/116081265721513849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=116081265721513849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116081265721513849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/116081265721513849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-you-for-your-time.html' title='Thank You For Your Time'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115977522486647232</id><published>2006-10-02T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:47:05.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes In Church</title><summary type='text'>I showered and shaved. I adjusted my tie.I got there and sat. In a pew just in time.Bowing my head in prayer. As I closed my eyes.I saw the shoe of the man next to me. Touching my own. I sighed.With plenty of room on either side. I thought, "Why must our soles touch?"It bothered me, his shoe touching mine... But it didn't bother him much.A prayer began: "Our Father..." I thought, "This man with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115977522486647232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115977522486647232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115977522486647232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115977522486647232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/10/shoes-in-church.html' title='Shoes In Church'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115977515075435084</id><published>2006-10-02T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:45:50.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those who mocked God....</title><summary type='text'>Make a personal reflection about this. Very interesting, read until the end.. It is written in the Bible (Galatians 6:7): "Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap."Here are some men and women who mocked God:JOHN LENNON:Some years before during his interview with an American Magazine, he said:"Christianity will end, it will disappear. I do not have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115977515075435084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115977515075435084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115977515075435084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115977515075435084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/10/those-who-mocked-god.html' title='Those who mocked God....'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115977505634562523</id><published>2006-10-02T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:44:27.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Laughter</title><summary type='text'>Four friends, who hadn't seen each other in 30 years, reunited at a party.After several drinks, one of the men had to use the restroom. Those who remained talked about their kids.The first guy said, "My son is my pride and joy. He started working at a successful company at the bottom of the barrel. He studied Economics and Business Administration and soon began to climb the corporate ladder and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115977505634562523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115977505634562523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115977505634562523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115977505634562523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-laughter.html' title='A Little Laughter'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115977498640574704</id><published>2006-10-02T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:43:06.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Piece of History</title><summary type='text'>His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.The next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115977498640574704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115977498640574704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115977498640574704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115977498640574704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/10/great-piece-of-history.html' title='A Great Piece of History'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115977488312819754</id><published>2006-10-02T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:41:23.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cost Of A Miracle</title><summary type='text'>A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115977488312819754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115977488312819754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115977488312819754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115977488312819754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/10/cost-of-miracle.html' title='The Cost Of A Miracle'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115977481321206607</id><published>2006-10-02T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:40:15.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorce Letter</title><summary type='text'>Dear Husband,I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good. I've been a good woman to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw.Last week, you came home and didn't notice that I had gotten my hair and nails done, cooked your favorite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115977481321206607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115977481321206607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115977481321206607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115977481321206607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/10/divorce-letter.html' title='Divorce Letter'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115597040672045963</id><published>2006-08-18T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T15:20:20.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Fireman</title><summary type='text'>In Phoenix, Arizona, a 26-year-old mother stared down at her 6 year old son, who was dying of Terminal Leukemia. Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent, she wanted her son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible.. The leukemia would see to that. But she still wanted her son's dreams to come true. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115597040672045963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115597040672045963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115597040672045963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115597040672045963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-fireman.html' title='The Little Fireman'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115552698023731058</id><published>2006-08-13T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:43:00.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Parrot</title><summary type='text'>Wanda's dishwasher quit working so she called a repairman.Since she had to go to work the next day, she told the repairman, "I'll leave the key under the mat. Fix the dishwasher, leave the bill on the counter, and I'll mail you a check.""Oh, by the way don't worry about my bulldog. He won't bother you. But, whatever you do, do NOT, under ANY circumstances, talk to my parrot!" "I REPEAT, DO NOT </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115552698023731058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115552698023731058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115552698023731058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115552698023731058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/08/parrot.html' title='The Parrot'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115552687777096684</id><published>2006-08-13T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:41:18.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Beautiful One-liners</title><summary type='text'>1. Give God what's right...not what's left.2. Man's way leads to hopeless end...God's way leads to an endless hope.3. A lot of kneeling will keep you in good standing.4. He who kneels before God can stand before anyone.5. In the sentence of life, the devil may be a comma, but never let him be the period.6. Don't put a question mark where God puts a period.7. Are you wrinkled with burden? Come to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115552687777096684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115552687777096684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115552687777096684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115552687777096684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/08/25-beautiful-one-liners.html' title='25 Beautiful One-liners'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115441094986274777</id><published>2006-07-31T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:42:30.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God And The Spider</title><summary type='text'>During World War II, a US Marine was separated from his unit on a Pacific island. The fighting had been intense, and in the smoke and the crossfire, he had lost touch with his comrades.Alone in the jungle, he could hear enemy soldiers coming in his direction. Scrambling for cover, he found his way up a high ridge to several small caves in the rock. Quickly he crawled inside one of the caves. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115441094986274777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115441094986274777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115441094986274777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115441094986274777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/god-and-spider.html' title='God And The Spider'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115441086742906876</id><published>2006-07-31T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:41:08.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Women And For Women</title><summary type='text'>A poem by Maya AngelouA WOMAN SHOULD HAVE…one old love she can imagine going back to... and one who reminds her how far she has come...A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE…enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to...A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE…something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...A WOMAN SHOULD </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115441086742906876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115441086742906876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115441086742906876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115441086742906876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/about-women-and-for-women.html' title='About Women And For Women'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115406410030777882</id><published>2006-07-27T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:21:47.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 23</title><summary type='text'>This is an eye opener... Some probably never thought nor looked at this Psalm in this way... even though they say it over and over again.The Lord is my Shepherd - That's Relationship!I shall not want - That's SupplyHe maketh me to lie down in green pastures - That's Rest!He leadeth me beside the still waters - That's Refreshment!He restoreth my soul - That's Healing!He leadeth me in the paths of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115406410030777882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115406410030777882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115406410030777882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115406410030777882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/psalm-23.html' title='Psalm 23'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115406407380549533</id><published>2006-07-27T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T03:38:01.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Holding The Child</title><summary type='text'>There was an atheist couple who had a child. The couple never told their daughter anything about the Lord.One night when the little girl was 5 years old, the parents fought with each other and the Dad shot the Mom, right in front of the child. Then, the Dad shot himself.The little girl watched it all. She then was sent to a foster home. The foster mother was a Christian and took the child to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115406407380549533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115406407380549533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115406407380549533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115406407380549533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-holding-child.html' title='The One Holding The Child'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115406401742492893</id><published>2006-07-27T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:20:17.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cracked Pot</title><summary type='text'>A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole, which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115406401742492893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115406401742492893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115406401742492893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115406401742492893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/cracked-pot.html' title='The Cracked Pot'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115406397386976548</id><published>2006-07-27T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:19:33.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piece of Cake</title><summary type='text'>A little boy is telling his Grandma how everything is going wrong. School, family problems, severe health problems, etc…Meanwhile, Grandma is baking a cake.She asks her grandson if he would like a snack, which, of course, he does."Here, have some cooking oil.""Yuck" says the boy."How about a couple raw eggs?""Gross, Grandma!""Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?""Grandma, those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115406397386976548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115406397386976548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115406397386976548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115406397386976548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/piece-of-cake.html' title='Piece of Cake'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115406391684763797</id><published>2006-07-27T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:18:37.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety tips for Women</title><summary type='text'>Refresh yourself of these things to do in an emergency situation...This is for you, and for you to share with your wife, your children, everyone you know.After reading these 9 crucial tips, forward them to someone you care about. It never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in.1 . Tip from Tae Kwon Do : The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115406391684763797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115406391684763797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115406391684763797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115406391684763797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/safety-tips-for-women.html' title='Safety tips for Women'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115406384248647342</id><published>2006-07-27T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:17:23.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Borrow Some Money?</title><summary type='text'>A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door...Son: "Daddy, may I ask you a question"Daddy: "Yeah sure, what it is?"Son: "Dad, how much do you make an hour?"Daddy: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"Son: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"Daddy: "I make $50 an hour""Oh", the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115406384248647342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115406384248647342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115406384248647342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115406384248647342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/can-i-borrow-some-money.html' title='Can I Borrow Some Money?'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115346332420151743</id><published>2006-07-20T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:28:44.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Fall In Love (Debunking the Myths That Are Driving You Crazy)</title><summary type='text'>By: Bo SanchezThis article isn't for teenagers only.Falling in love happens to the young and the not-so-young. (Did you see 42-year-old Tom Cruise jump up and down Oprah's couch because of Katie?)I t happens to everyone. Fat, thin, tall, short, intelligent, uneducated, holy, not so holy, dark, white, yellow, green?it doesn't really matter.All of us fall in love.And we get stuck in myths that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115346332420151743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115346332420151743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115346332420151743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115346332420151743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-you-fall-in-love-debunking-myths.html' title='When You Fall In Love (Debunking the Myths That Are Driving You Crazy)'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115346298988531627</id><published>2006-07-20T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:23:10.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Explanation Ever</title><summary type='text'>This is one of the best explanations of why God allows pain and suffering that I have seen: A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.They talked about so many things and various subjects.When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists.""Why do you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115346298988531627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115346298988531627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115346298988531627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115346298988531627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/best-explanation-ever.html' title='Best Explanation Ever'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115346290642845539</id><published>2006-07-20T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:21:46.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanking God</title><summary type='text'>Dear GOD:I want to thank You for what you have already done.I am not going to wait until I see results or receive rewards;I am thanking you right now.I am not going to wait until I feel better or things look better;I am thanking you right now.I am not going to wait until people say they are sorry or until they stop talking about me;I am thanking you right now.I am not going to wait until the pain</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115346290642845539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115346290642845539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115346290642845539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115346290642845539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/thanking-god.html' title='Thanking God'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115338015870200447</id><published>2006-07-20T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:22:38.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Use Your Hand Phone At Any Hospital</title><summary type='text'>This mail was actually forwarded by a nurse in the Critical Care Unit of a local private hospital. Just turn off our phone next time when you are in the hospital. The person being affected may just be someone you love.When you enter a hospital, do look out for signs that say: "NO CELL PHONES ALLOWED". You might not realize what unfortunate things can happen due to your negligence. Be considerate!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115338015870200447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115338015870200447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115338015870200447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115338015870200447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-not-use-your-hand-phone-at-any.html' title='Do Not Use Your Hand Phone At Any Hospital'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115338006724848610</id><published>2006-07-20T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:21:07.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted To Be A Superhero?</title><summary type='text'>Ever wanted to become a superhero?Well, you now most certainly can.What you do is you go to this URL: http://name.youaremighty.comIn place of the word NAME, put in your real name, or whatever name you go with. It could be Bob or Bill. Or Susan or Susie. Just put in your name.And voila!Superhero treatment.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115338006724848610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115338006724848610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115338006724848610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115338006724848610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/wanted-to-be-superhero.html' title='Wanted To Be A Superhero?'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115337980428551085</id><published>2006-07-20T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:16:44.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. &amp; Mrs. Brown</title><summary type='text'>A husband and wife, both were very happy over the twelve pound baby boy that was born to them. Mr. Brown who could not conceal his delight, called up the editor of a famous newspaper and reported that he became the proud owner of a twelve pound nugget of gold. The editor upon hearing the seemingly extraordinary news was rather hesitant to accept it at its face value. So he sent his star reporter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115337980428551085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115337980428551085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337980428551085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337980428551085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/mr-mrs-brown.html' title='Mr. &amp; Mrs. Brown'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115337974550701097</id><published>2006-07-20T00:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:15:45.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying The Right Thing While Drunk</title><summary type='text'>Robbie wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed.Robbie looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and notices a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115337974550701097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115337974550701097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337974550701097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337974550701097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/saying-right-thing-while-drunk.html' title='Saying The Right Thing While Drunk'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115337968217880690</id><published>2006-07-20T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:14:42.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mother</title><summary type='text'>1. When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you. You thanked her by crying all the night.2. When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk. You thanked her by running away when she called.3. When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love. You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.4. When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons. You thanked her by coloring</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115337968217880690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115337968217880690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337968217880690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337968217880690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/mother.html' title='The Mother'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115337960815586929</id><published>2006-07-20T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:13:28.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arab Salesman</title><summary type='text'>As US tourists in Israel, a man and his wife were sitting outside a Bethlehem souvenir shop waiting for fellow tourists.An Arab salesman approached them carrying belts. After an impassioned sales talk yielded no results, he asked where they were from."America," the husband replied.Looking at her dark hair and olive skin, the Arab responded,"She's not from the States.""'Yes, I am." said the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115337960815586929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115337960815586929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337960815586929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337960815586929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/arab-salesman.html' title='The Arab Salesman'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115337954434912072</id><published>2006-07-20T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:12:24.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Herbs</title><summary type='text'>A long time ago in China, a girl named Li-Li got married &amp; went to live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time, Li-Li found that she couldn't get along with her mother-in-law at all.Their personalities were very different, and Li-Li was angered by many of her mother-in-law's habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li constantly.Days passed and weeks passed. Li-Li and her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115337954434912072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115337954434912072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337954434912072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337954434912072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/chinese-herbs.html' title='Chinese Herbs'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115337894904294758</id><published>2006-07-19T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:02:29.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband And Wife Stories</title><summary type='text'>Husband &amp; Wife - Come Home LateA woman was complaining to the neighbour that her husband always came home late, no matter how she tried to stop him."Take my advice," said the neighbour, "and do what I did. Once my husband came home at three o'clock in the morning, and from my bed I called out: ‘Is that you, Jim?’ And that cured him.”"Cured him!" asked the woman, "but how?"The neighbour said, "You</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115337894904294758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115337894904294758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337894904294758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337894904294758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/husband-and-wife-stories.html' title='Husband And Wife Stories'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115337866545666236</id><published>2006-07-19T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:57:45.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World’s Economics</title><summary type='text'>*TRADITIONAL ECONOMICS*You have two cows.You sell one and buy a bull.Your herd multiplies and the economy grows.You retire on the income.*INDIAN ECONOMICS *You have two cows.You worship them.* PAKISTAN ECONOMICS*You don't have any cows.You claim that the Indian cows belong to you.You ask the US for financial aid, China for military aid, Britain for warplanes, Italy for machines, Germany for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115337866545666236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115337866545666236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337866545666236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337866545666236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/worlds-economics.html' title='World’s Economics'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115337858262064133</id><published>2006-07-19T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:56:22.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde On Train</title><summary type='text'>A blonde came home from her first day commuting into the city.Her mother noticed she was looking a little peaked and asked, "Honey, are you feeling all right?""Not really," the blonde replied. "I'm nauseous from sitting backward on the train.""Poor dear," Mom said. "Why didn't you ask the person sitting across from you to switch seats for a while?""I couldn't," she replied, "there was no one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115337858262064133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115337858262064133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337858262064133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337858262064133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/blonde-on-train.html' title='Blonde On Train'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115337850790481717</id><published>2006-07-19T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:55:08.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Microwaved Water - See What It Does To Plants</title><summary type='text'>(Note - The following info is from Ms. Nenah Sylver and found it of such importance that we are posting it hoping that the author will contact us so we can give full attribution.)Below is a science fair project that my granddaughter did for 2006. In it she took filtered water and divided it into two parts. The first part she heated to boiling in a pan on the stove, and the second part she heated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115337850790481717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115337850790481717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337850790481717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337850790481717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/microwaved-water-see-what-it-does-to.html' title='Microwaved Water - See What It Does To Plants'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115337841713227859</id><published>2006-07-19T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:53:37.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Is Not Only A Search Engine</title><summary type='text'>When you now organize a street interview and ask people "What is Google", I assume more than 90 percent of the people answer that Google is a search engine. Indeed, Google is a search engine and it is probably its core business, but Google is much more!A short overview of the main services of Google:++ Google Web Search Features ++ Besides the traditional Google search engines in different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115337841713227859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115337841713227859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337841713227859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115337841713227859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/google-is-not-only-search-engine.html' title='Google Is Not Only A Search Engine'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115319910673945984</id><published>2006-07-17T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:05:07.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover Your…</title><summary type='text'>An European, Australian and Asian guy went for a hike one day. It was very hot. When they came upon a small lake, they took off all their clothes and jumped into the water, since it was fairly secluded. Feeling refreshed, the trio decided to pick a few berries while enjoying their "freedom."As they were crossing an open area, suddenly a group of ladies from town appeared. Unable to get to their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115319910673945984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115319910673945984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115319910673945984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115319910673945984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/cover-your.html' title='Cover Your…'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115294159526435191</id><published>2006-07-14T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:33:15.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy The Coffee</title><summary type='text'>A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115294159526435191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115294159526435191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115294159526435191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115294159526435191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/enjoy-coffee_14.html' title='Enjoy The Coffee'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115294157451858123</id><published>2006-07-14T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:32:54.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy The Coffee</title><summary type='text'>A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115294157451858123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115294157451858123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115294157451858123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115294157451858123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/enjoy-coffee.html' title='Enjoy The Coffee'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115276758586089202</id><published>2006-07-12T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T17:43:52.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why You Should Not Use Your Cellular Phone In The Toilet</title><summary type='text'>I was barely sitting down when I heard a voice from the other stall saying: "Hi, how are you?"I'm not the type to start a conversation in the men's restroom but I don't know what got into me, so I answered, somewhat embarrassed, "Doing just fine!"And the other guy says: "So what are you up to?"What kind of question is that? At that point, I'm thinking this is too bizarre so I say: "Uhhh, I'm like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115276758586089202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115276758586089202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115276758586089202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115276758586089202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-you-should-not-use-your-cellular.html' title='Why You Should Not Use Your Cellular Phone In The Toilet'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115276744939244479</id><published>2006-07-12T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:10:49.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All You Want To Know About Guys</title><summary type='text'>1. Guys don't actually look after good-looking girls. They prefer neat and presentable girls.2. Guys hate flirts.3. When a guy says he doesn't understand you, it simply means you're not thinking the way he is.4. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.5. When a guy really likes you, he'll disregard all your bad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115276744939244479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115276744939244479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115276744939244479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115276744939244479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-you-want-to-know-about-guys.html' title='All You Want To Know About Guys'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115276736404988687</id><published>2006-07-12T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:09:24.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worldwide Survey</title><summary type='text'>A worldwide survey was conducted by the UN. The only question asked was:"Would you please give your honest opinion about solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world?"The survey was a huge failure.In Africa they didn't know what 'food' meant.In India they didn't know what 'honest' meant.In Europe they didn't know what 'shortage' meant.In China they didn't know what 'opinion' meant.In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115276736404988687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115276736404988687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115276736404988687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115276736404988687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/worldwide-survey.html' title='The Worldwide Survey'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115276726379198722</id><published>2006-07-12T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:07:43.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News: Why Did Zidane Lose His Head?</title><summary type='text'>From Times News NetworkThere was always an air of assured unhurriedness about Zinedine Zidane. No matter what the situation, he always looked in control. Defenders would make furious tackles and hack away at him. But the ball was always safe with Zidane.He could snatch, shield, dribble, distribute and shoot - all with equal felicity and grace. He could take crunch-time penalties and bend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115276726379198722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115276726379198722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115276726379198722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115276726379198722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/news-why-did-zidane-lose-his-head.html' title='News: Why Did Zidane Lose His Head?'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115276709470596859</id><published>2006-07-12T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:04:55.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Mars Alert!</title><summary type='text'>Planet Mars will be the brightest in the night sky starting August. It will look as large as the full moon to the naked eye. This will culminate on Aug. 27 when Mars comes within 34.65M miles ofEarth.Be sure to watch the sky on Aug. 27 12:30 am. It will look like the Earth has 2 Moons. Don't miss it.The next time Mars may come this close is in 2287.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115276709470596859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115276709470596859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115276709470596859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115276709470596859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/planet-mars-alert.html' title='Planet Mars Alert!'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115276692365352758</id><published>2006-07-12T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:02:04.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind Of Marriage Will You Have?</title><summary type='text'>Choose a number between 1 and 7 and know what sort of marriage you will be having.Think about the number... .. . .. . . .. . . . .. . . .. . .. ..Ok here are the results:1. Arranged marriage2. No marriage3. Love marriage4. Love + arranged marriage5. Marriage with friend6. You will have more than one marriage7. You'll go against your parents and marry</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115276692365352758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115276692365352758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115276692365352758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115276692365352758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-kind-of-marriage-will-you-have.html' title='What Kind Of Marriage Will You Have?'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115267777932213489</id><published>2006-07-11T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:16:20.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Some Pick Up Lines?</title><summary type='text'>Well, there’s one now. A list, actually. Some authors tried their luck and set up the top ten pick up lines and this list has already been translated in various languages – English, Czech, French, Italian, Spanish, and German.These authors even tried making their own list. But as for the other pick up lines, they took it from various sources.According to Anna Stevenson who is from Chambers Harrap</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115267777932213489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115267777932213489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115267777932213489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115267777932213489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/need-some-pick-up-lines.html' title='Need Some Pick Up Lines?'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115259156132623169</id><published>2006-07-10T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:19:21.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men!</title><summary type='text'>Driving my friend Bill and his girlfriend to the airport, I passed a billboard showing a bikini-clad beauty holding a can of beer.Bill's girlfriend glanced up at it and announced, "I suppose if I drank a six-pack of that brand, I'd look like her.""No," Bill corrected, "If I drank a six-pack, you'd look like her."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115259156132623169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115259156132623169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115259156132623169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115259156132623169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/men.html' title='Men!'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115259146249986735</id><published>2006-07-10T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:17:42.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interview With A Blonde</title><summary type='text'>A blonde goes for a job interview in an office. The interviewer starts with the basics. "So, miss, can you tell us your age, please?"The blonde counts carefully on her fingers for about 30 seconds before replying "Ehhhh... 22!"The interviewer tries another straightforward one to break the ice. "And can you tell us your height, please?"The young lady stands up and produces a measuring tape from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115259146249986735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115259146249986735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115259146249986735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115259146249986735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/interview-with-blonde.html' title='An Interview With A Blonde'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115259122405533139</id><published>2006-07-10T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:13:44.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunters</title><summary type='text'>Two hunters got a pilot to fly them into the far north for elk hunting. They were quite successful in their venture, and bagged six big bucks. The pilot came back as arranged to pick them up.They started loading their gear into the plane, including the six elk. But the pilot objected. "The plane can take out only four of your elk; you will have to leave two behind," he stated.They argued with him</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115259122405533139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115259122405533139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115259122405533139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115259122405533139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/hunters.html' title='The Hunters'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115259106684486831</id><published>2006-07-10T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:11:07.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Quote</title><summary type='text'>"I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me.  He said I was being ridiculous - everyone hasn't met me yet."     - Rodney Dangerfield.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115259106684486831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115259106684486831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115259106684486831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115259106684486831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-quote.html' title='A Good Quote'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115233360969226808</id><published>2006-07-07T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:40:15.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Company Policy</title><summary type='text'>Effective- NOWDress CodeIt is advised that you come to work dressed according to your salary. If we see you wearing Prada shoes and carrying a Gucci bag, we assume you are doing well financially and therefore do not need a raise. If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better, so that you may buy nicer clothes, and therefore you do not need a raise. If you dress just right, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115233360969226808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115233360969226808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115233360969226808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115233360969226808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/company-policy.html' title='Company Policy'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115224862046448733</id><published>2006-07-06T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:03:40.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Signs</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever seen signs that made you guffaw with laughter?Well, let me share with you some signs that I've come across over the Internet. Of course, these pictures were taken by somebody else and not me. By the way, if the pictures are not that clear, you can click on the pictures for a better view.First one...Bring on the showgirls!Here is a good sign why you should slow down.Here's another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115224862046448733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115224862046448733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115224862046448733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115224862046448733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/funny-signs.html' title='Funny Signs'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115224723793926522</id><published>2006-07-06T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:25:58.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Truly Nice Ad</title><summary type='text'>This is one of the nicest and coolest ads I've ever seen. See for yourself.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115224723793926522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115224723793926522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115224723793926522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115224723793926522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/truly-nice-ad.html' title='A Truly Nice Ad'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115224402941555335</id><published>2006-07-06T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T20:47:09.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Romantic Things To Do For Your Boyfriend Or Girlfriend</title><summary type='text'>1. Watch the sunset together.2. Whisper to each other.3. Cook for each other.4. Walk in the rain.5. Hold hands.6. Buy gifts for each other.7. Roses.8. Find out their favorite cologne/perfume and wear it every time you're together.9. Go for a long walk down the beach at midnight.10. Write poetry for each other.11. Hugs are the universal medicine.12. Say only when you mean it and make sure they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115224402941555335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115224402941555335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115224402941555335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115224402941555335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/50-romantic-things-to-do-for-your.html' title='50 Romantic Things To Do For Your Boyfriend Or Girlfriend'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115216204534500206</id><published>2006-07-05T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:00:45.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Wonderful Way To Explain It</title><summary type='text'>A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said,"Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side."Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know.""You don't know? You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?"The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115216204534500206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115216204534500206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115216204534500206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115216204534500206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-wonderful-way-to-explain-it.html' title='What A Wonderful Way To Explain It'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115216193827357692</id><published>2006-07-05T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T21:58:58.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Facts</title><summary type='text'>While sneezing, if you keep your eyes open by force, they can pop out.Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.The world's youngest parents were 8 and 9 and lived in China in 1910.Our eyes remain the same size from birth onward, but our noses and ears never stop growing.You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching TV.A person will die from total lack of sleep sooner than</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115216193827357692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115216193827357692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115216193827357692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115216193827357692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/interesting-facts.html' title='Interesting Facts'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115216177458682965</id><published>2006-07-05T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T21:56:14.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Had My Life To Live Over Again</title><summary type='text'>I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained or the sofa faded.I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115216177458682965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115216177458682965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115216177458682965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115216177458682965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-i-had-my-life-to-live-over-again.html' title='If I Had My Life To Live Over Again'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115216161426545920</id><published>2006-07-05T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T21:53:34.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Done, British Airways!</title><summary type='text'>This scene took place on a BA flight between Johannesburg, South Africa and London, England.A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a black man. Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air hostess."You obviously do not see it then?" she responded."You placed me next to a black man. I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me an alternative seat.""</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115216161426545920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115216161426545920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115216161426545920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115216161426545920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-done-british-airways.html' title='Well Done, British Airways!'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115216152808053331</id><published>2006-07-05T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T21:52:08.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chat with God...</title><summary type='text'>By Pam Parhar, CanadaGod: Hello. Did you call me?Me: Called you? No. Who is this?God: This is GOD. I heard your prayers. So I thought I will chat.Me: I do pray. Just makes me feel good. I am actually busy now. I am in the midst of something.God: What are you busy at? Ants are busy too.Me: Don't know. But I can't find free time. Life has become hectic. It's rush hour all the time.God: Sure. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115216152808053331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115216152808053331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115216152808053331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115216152808053331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/chat-with-god.html' title='A Chat with God...'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115216097855011719</id><published>2006-07-05T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T21:42:59.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Need Space</title><summary type='text'>Of course you've heard of Joe D' Mango. He gives advice on love and relationships on Wave 89.1. Have u ever wondered what he does when he has his own love problems? Does he give advice to himself? Does he handle it very well?Here's his story:Three fridays ago, our guru on relationships, Joe D’ Mango, read a letter to his wife on his popular radio program Love Notes. For the past 11 years, he had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115216097855011719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115216097855011719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115216097855011719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115216097855011719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-you-need-space.html' title='When You Need Space'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115199020024486742</id><published>2006-07-03T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:16:41.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Things Only Women Understand</title><summary type='text'>10. Why it's good to have five pairs of black shoes.9. The difference between cream, ivory, and off-white.8. Crying can be fun.7. fat clothes.6. A salad, diet drink, and a hot fudge sundae make a balanced lunch.5. Why discovering a designer dress on the clearance rack can be considered a peak life experience.4. The inaccuracy of every bathroom scale ever made.3. A good man might be hard to find, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115199020024486742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115199020024486742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115199020024486742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115199020024486742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/top-ten-things-only-women-understand.html' title='Top Ten Things Only Women Understand'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115199003607094012</id><published>2006-07-03T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:13:56.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Things To Think About</title><summary type='text'>Here are a few things to think about that you probably have never thought about:Can you cry under water?How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?Why do you have to "put your two cents in," but it's only a "penny for your thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going to?Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115199003607094012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115199003607094012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115199003607094012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115199003607094012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/few-things-to-think-about.html' title='A Few Things To Think About'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115198982161890811</id><published>2006-07-03T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:10:21.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder</title><summary type='text'>This is how it manifests:I decide to water my lawn.As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide my car needs washing.As I start toward the garage, I notice that there is mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier.I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115198982161890811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115198982161890811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115198982161890811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115198982161890811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/age-activated-attention-deficit.html' title='Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115198906321644484</id><published>2006-07-03T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:57:43.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Situational Awareness</title><summary type='text'>Scenario:You are driving in a car at a constant speed. On your left side is a valley and on your right side is a fire engine travelling at the same speed as you. In front of you is a galloping pig which is the same size as your car and you cannot overtake it. Behind you is a helicopter flying at ground level. Both the giant pig and the helicopter are also travelling at the same speed as you.What </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115198906321644484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115198906321644484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115198906321644484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115198906321644484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/situational-awareness.html' title='Situational Awareness'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115198888658382041</id><published>2006-07-03T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:54:46.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Am Tired?</title><summary type='text'>For a couple years I've been blaming it on lack of sleep, not enough sunshine, too much pressure from my job, earwax build-up, poor blood or anything else I could think of. But now I found out the real reason.I'm tired because I'm overworked.Here's why: The population of this country is 20 million.9 million are retired.That leaves 11 million to do the work.There are 7 million in school, which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115198888658382041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115198888658382041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115198888658382041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115198888658382041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-i-am-tired.html' title='Why I Am Tired?'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115198846375233488</id><published>2006-07-03T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:47:43.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coca-Cola</title><summary type='text'>A disappointed salesman of Coca-Cola returns from his Middle East assignment. A friend asked, "Why weren't you successful with the Arabs?"The salesman explained, "When I got posted in the Middle East, I was very confident that I will makes a good sales pitch as Coa-Cola is virtually unknown there. But, I had a problem I didn't know to speak Arabic. So, I planned to convey the message through 3 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115198846375233488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115198846375233488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115198846375233488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115198846375233488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/coca-cola.html' title='Coca-Cola'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115198823539203588</id><published>2006-07-03T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:43:55.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which One Is Faster?</title><summary type='text'>Four guys, one each from Harvard, Yale, MIT university and SANTA SINGH from Punjab University were to be interviewed for a prestigious job. One common question was asked to all 4 of them.INTERVIEWER: WHICH IS THE FASTEST THING IN THE WORLD?YALE guy: It’s light, nothing can travel faster than light.HARVARD Guy: It's the thought; because thought is so fast it comes instantly in your mind.MIT guy: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115198823539203588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115198823539203588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115198823539203588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115198823539203588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/which-one-is-faster.html' title='Which One Is Faster?'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115198807746241299</id><published>2006-07-03T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:41:17.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible To Please</title><summary type='text'>A group of girlfriends is on vacation when they see a 5-story hotel with a sign that reads: "For Women Only." Since they are without their boyfriends and husbands, they decide to go in.The bouncer, a very attractive guy, explains to them how it works. "We have 5 floors. Go up floor by floor, and once you find what you are looking for, you can stay there. It's easy to decide since each floor has a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115198807746241299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115198807746241299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115198807746241299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115198807746241299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/impossible-to-please.html' title='Impossible To Please'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115198787070633942</id><published>2006-07-03T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:37:51.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Or Coke?</title><summary type='text'>This is really an eye opener... Water or Coke? We all know that water is important but, I've never seen it written down like this before.WATER1. 75% of Americans are chronically dehydrated.2. In 37% of Americans, the thirst mechanism is so weak that it is often mistaken for hunger.3. Even MILD dehydration will slow down one's metabolism as much as 3%.4. One glass of water will shut down midnight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115198787070633942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115198787070633942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115198787070633942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115198787070633942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/07/water-or-coke.html' title='Water Or Coke?'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115172973734327696</id><published>2006-06-30T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T05:00:19.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Truths</title><summary type='text'>Whenever I find the key to success, someone changes the lock.To err is human, to forgive is not a COMPANY policy.The road to success…….. is always under construction.Alcohol doesn't solve any problems, but if you think again, neither does milk.In order to get a loan, you first need to prove that you don't need it.All the desirable things in life are either illegal, expensive or fattening.Since </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115172973734327696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115172973734327696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115172973734327696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115172973734327696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/06/ultimate-truths.html' title='The Ultimate Truths'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115164112936511165</id><published>2006-06-29T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:18:49.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips For Taking Great Digital Photos</title><summary type='text'>IntroductionModern cameras are highly automatic in operation. They have auto focus and auto exposure. The camera will focus on the subject - often identified by a small circle or square at the centre of the viewfinder - and calculate an appropriate exposure by detecting the level of reflected light - usually from the same spot. A slight pressure on the shutter release will activate those two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115164112936511165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115164112936511165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115164112936511165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115164112936511165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/06/tips-for-taking-great-digital-photos.html' title='Tips For Taking Great Digital Photos'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115164078707872410</id><published>2006-06-29T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:13:07.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Smarter?</title><summary type='text'>A woman was out golfing one day when she hit the ball into the woods. She went into the woods to look for it and found a frog in a trap. The frog told her, "If you release me from this trap, I will grant you three wishes."The woman freed the frog, and the frog said, "Thank you, but I failed to mention that there was a condition to your wishes. Whatever you wish for, your husband will get it ten </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115164078707872410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115164078707872410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115164078707872410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115164078707872410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/06/whos-smarter.html' title='Who&apos;s Smarter?'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115164059775666009</id><published>2006-06-29T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:09:57.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Three Little Words</title><summary type='text'>Some of the most significant messages people deliver to one another often come in just three words. When spoken or conveyed, those statements have the power to forge new friendships, deepen old ones and restore relationships that have cooled. The following three-word phrases can enrich every relationship.I'LL BE THERE - Being there for another person is the greatest gift we can give. When we are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115164059775666009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115164059775666009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115164059775666009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115164059775666009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/06/power-of-three-little-words.html' title='The Power of Three Little Words'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115164040708948210</id><published>2006-06-29T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:06:47.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Husband</title><summary type='text'>A wife comes home early one day and finds her husband in their bed making love to a beautiful, sexy young woman."You unfaithful, disrespectful pig! How dare you do this to me your faithful wife, the mother of your children! I'm leaving this house and I want a divorce!" The husband replies, "Just wait a minute! Before you leave, at least listen to what happened.""Hmmmmm, I don't know. Well, okay, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115164040708948210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115164040708948210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115164040708948210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115164040708948210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-husband.html' title='The Good Husband'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115164019803337921</id><published>2006-06-29T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:03:18.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art Of Planting Roses</title><summary type='text'>The art of planting roses doesn't have to be a complicated thing to do. When you have the right knowledge there is no limit to how beautiful a garden or rosebush that you can create. In this guide, you will not only have all of the right skills at your fingertips, but you will get 101 tips that you can use to grow your very own bed of roses. With this extensive manual at hand, you will never have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115164019803337921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115164019803337921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115164019803337921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115164019803337921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/06/art-of-planting-roses.html' title='The Art Of Planting Roses'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115155649264381060</id><published>2006-06-28T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:57:45.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter From An HR Executive To His Love</title><summary type='text'>Dearest Ms. Juliet,I am very happy to inform you that I have fallen in love with you since the 14th of October (Sunday). With reference to the meeting held between us on the 27th of July at 1500 hrs, I would like to present myself as a prospective lover.Our love affair would be on probation for a period of three months and depending on compatibility, would be made permanent. Of course, upon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115155649264381060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115155649264381060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115155649264381060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115155649264381060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/06/letter-from-hr-executive-to-his-love.html' title='A Letter From An HR Executive To His Love'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115155612993303220</id><published>2006-06-28T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:42:10.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Communicate with Confidence</title><summary type='text'>When you have an important event to attend there are 7 great ways to make sure you perform at your very best. These tips are relevant for social events and business meetings. Discover how to communicate with confidence while making great conversation.1. Decide what you want to say before the event. Review it in your mind to make sure it sounds okay. Keep rehearsing it until you can say it with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115155612993303220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115155612993303220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115155612993303220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115155612993303220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/06/communicate-with-confidence.html' title='Communicate with Confidence'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115155571499084335</id><published>2006-06-28T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:35:15.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship Secrets</title><summary type='text'>ANNIVERSARIESAlways celebrate! Whether it's the 1st or the 50th, each year together is a triumph.APPRECIATIONLet each other know how much you appreciate each other. You may already know but hearing it from each other is always better.BEST FRIENDSBe best friends preferably before being boyfriend-girlfriend. Take time to know each other so the relationship will be a deep one. Tell each other about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115155571499084335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115155571499084335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115155571499084335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115155571499084335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/06/relationship-secrets.html' title='Relationship Secrets'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115155540682233754</id><published>2006-06-28T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:30:07.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Side Of Your Star Sign</title><summary type='text'>Capricorn (Dec 22 - Jan 19)You are rather materialistic and it is fuelled by your fears of financial disaster. This makes you complain about monetary woes, irritating many with your obnoxious attitude. You can also be a social climber, manipulating your way up the ladder; name-dropping all the way to the top. Once in a while, you'll have morbid thoughts about Death something that scares you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115155540682233754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115155540682233754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115155540682233754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115155540682233754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/06/dark-side-of-your-star-sign.html' title='Dark Side Of Your Star Sign'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115146650858402199</id><published>2006-06-27T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:48:29.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes On Resumes</title><summary type='text'>These are from actual resumes:"I am extremely loyal to my present firm, so please don't let them know of my immediate availability."Qualifications:“I am a man filled with passion and integrity, and I can act on short notice. I'm a class act and do not come cheap.""I intentionally omitted my salary history. I've made money and lost money. I've been rich and I've been poor. I prefer being rich.""</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115146650858402199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115146650858402199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115146650858402199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115146650858402199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/06/mistakes-on-resumes.html' title='Mistakes On Resumes'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115146592761856321</id><published>2006-06-27T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:38:48.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter From A Child Of God</title><summary type='text'>Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?"The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"The surgeon asked, "Would you like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115146592761856321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115146592761856321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115146592761856321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115146592761856321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/06/letter-from-child-of-god.html' title='Letter From A Child Of God'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115139001985459830</id><published>2006-06-26T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:26:13.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Harry Potter Die?</title><summary type='text'>Better watch out for the last part of the whole Harry Potter Series. J.K. Rowling, the author of this popular series, says that two characters would be dying. And she even hints that maybe even Harry Potter himself would not live.Rowling says, “I have never been tempted to kill him off before the final because I’ve always planned seven books, and I want to finish on seven books."I can completely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115139001985459830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115139001985459830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115139001985459830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115139001985459830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/06/will-harry-potter-die.html' title='Will Harry Potter Die?'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115138800577940020</id><published>2006-06-26T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:00:05.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Blood Type</title><summary type='text'>How many people have it?O + 40 %O - 7 %A + 34 %A - 6 %B + 8 %B - 1 %AB + 3 %AB - 1 %Does Your Blood Type Reveal Your Personality?According to a Japanese institute that does research on blood types, there are certain personality traits that seem to match up with certain blood types. How do you rate?TYPE O You want to be a leader, and when you see something you want, you keep striving until you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/feeds/115138800577940020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26013783&amp;postID=115138800577940020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115138800577940020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26013783/posts/default/115138800577940020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-blog-with-no-name.blogspot.com/2006/06/your-blood-type.html' title='Your Blood Type'/><author><name>jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26013783.post-115138786719747761</id><published>2006-06-26T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:57:47.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharpen Your Skills</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time a very strong woodcutter asked for a job with a timber merchant, and he got it. His salary was really good and so were the working conditions. For that reason, the woodcutter was determined to do his best.His boss gave him an axe and showed him the area where he was supposed to fell the trees. The first day, the woodcutter brought down 15 trees."Congratulations," the boss said. 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