<?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-10884928</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:18:46.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Pretty</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314656574196484418</uri><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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10884928.post-111513190790689580</id><published>2005-05-03T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T07:53:30.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning, Jason and I received some news that is going to change our lives as we know it. Are you ready for this?!... We're having a baby! It's definatly a little ahead of schedual but it's still very exciting. There are only a few people that I have told so far but I feel like it's going to bust out of me like an alien if I keep it inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an idea that something just wasn't right, and then when I skipped a period I knew something was up. I figured that either my tumor was acting up again or that I was pregnant, but since I had been taking the tumor meds I was pretty sure it was the latter. I went to the Kimberley Pharmasave and picked up a pregnancy test and did it yesterday morning. I hadn't told Jason about any of this because I didn't want him to get worked up over nothing, but when it came out positive I called him into the bathroom and told him that I had done this test and it came out positive. Without saying a word, he looked back and forth at the test and the instructions for about 2 minutes and then walked out of the bathroom and said to me, "Do you want some coffee?" We went to my family doctor and I did a pee test and within a half hour it was confirmed, I'm pregnant... So Jason and I are in the line up for the New Years Baby. At first we were both really upset but we've really warmed up to the idea now. But I'm still scared, and I little over-emotional. Even if you guys aren't happy or excited I really need all of your support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10884928-111513190790689580?l=hugsandcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/111513190790689580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10884928&amp;postID=111513190790689580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/111513190790689580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/111513190790689580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/2005/05/yesterday-morning-jason-and-i-received.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314656574196484418</uri><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-10884928.post-111220327306702984</id><published>2005-03-30T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T09:23:46.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While reading the post on Joel's blog about bigfoot, I remembered a story Jason told me. At the mill where he works there are 2 shifts, Jason and 4 other guys (including one of the bosses) work on the 'morning' shift, which is from 7am-3:30pm and the second shift is from 3:30pm-11pm. Anyways, Larry (the main boss) has this full on gorilla costume that honestly looks like a gorilla, so one evening, it was after dark on the second shift and Larry put on this costume and started running across the yard like a gorilla, on his knuckles and everything. So, here the boys are watching this gorilla running around, wondering like 'What the Fuck?' and they started freaking out. Then Larry, still in full costume, runs over and tackles one of the employees. Could you imagine being at work and then all the sudden a gorilla attacks the guy standing next to you? Hehe. I almost peed myself when Jason told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Lesson: Blogger sucks! It keeps eating my posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10884928-111220327306702984?l=hugsandcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/111220327306702984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10884928&amp;postID=111220327306702984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/111220327306702984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/111220327306702984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/2005/03/while-reading-post-on-joels-blog-about_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314656574196484418</uri><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-10884928.post-111168432973769875</id><published>2005-03-24T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T09:12:09.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that on a lot of shows if there is a female highschool bully she's usually an ugly, fat redheaded girl? Why is that I wonder. You know, there aren't that many true redheads out there, maybe because it's a hair minority that the TV industry picks on them. I can honestly say that I've never been teased by a fat redheaded girl, come to think of it I don't even know if I've even seen a fat redheaded girl... well other than the Gorilla (you know who I mean)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10884928-111168432973769875?l=hugsandcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/111168432973769875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10884928&amp;postID=111168432973769875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/111168432973769875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/111168432973769875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/2005/03/have-you-ever-noticed-that-on-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314656574196484418</uri><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-10884928.post-111116775822749473</id><published>2005-03-22T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T09:10:58.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is just one of those days where I want to stay in bed all day and watch TV, I don't know why I'm in such a funk but I'm like super dperessed and I just want to cry. I'm completely dreading going to work today and I just want to call in sick, but I can't, I've been doing that alot lately. Maybe I should just quit, or maybe, if I'm lucky, my spleen will blow and I won't have to go today... but I'm thinking the hospital is probably worse than work. I've been smoking like a chimney and I only have one left, which sucks. I don't know why, but this happens to me every year at this time, sigh. I just want to cry myself stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'm going back to school this September, I want to get my LPN training done and I really want to move into Cranbrook. The only way I can move to Cranbrook is if I find a room mate. That's a whole new issue... I want to find someone that I know but that I won't kill after 2 weeks, this leaves my options rather limited. *cries*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10884928-111116775822749473?l=hugsandcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/111116775822749473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10884928&amp;postID=111116775822749473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/111116775822749473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/111116775822749473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-is-just-one-of-those-days-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314656574196484418</uri><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-10884928.post-111047659695478852</id><published>2005-03-10T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T09:43:16.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, a really wierd thing happened to me the other day, I was checking my email and I got this letter from my cousin Kevin, who I haven't seen or talked to since like 2002 when his mom (my aunt) died. I added him to my MSN list and we talked for like 2 hours about like anything and everything. It was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news! Sarah (my other cousin) and my Gramma are coming here in May, I'm hoping that means drunk-fest! And Joel, you have to see her, she'll be so excited! That is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10884928-111047659695478852?l=hugsandcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/111047659695478852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10884928&amp;postID=111047659695478852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/111047659695478852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/111047659695478852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-really-wierd-thing-happened-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314656574196484418</uri><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-10884928.post-111022863235290296</id><published>2005-03-07T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T12:50:32.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the night before last, Jason and I went out with a few of his friends Nick and Brandi (some of you might know Brandi Laurie?) and they rented us a hotel room for the night. I won't go into to much detail of what happened in the hotel room *Grins* but we were laying in bed and I was just about asleep but I opened my eyes because I felt like I was being watched. Jason was looking at me, smiling, so I smiled back and asked him what he was looking at to which he replied, "You're so gorgeous, I love you." I instantly got butterflies and I told him I loved him too. Then he put his arms around me, said good night and kissed me and we went to sleep. *Dies* I don't think there is a better feeling than the one I had at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that the mushy stuff is over... We're finally getting a new supervisor in my department at work! His name is Peter and he's from the Leisure dept. Apparently he's really nice, but he could be Hitler and I wouldn't care, atleast I won't have to listen to Adam, my co-worker, boss me around anymore. See, Adam thinks that since he's been there since the store opened that he has seniority over me and he can tell me what to do, but he's no higher on the ladder than I am. But the other day he left me a note saying "Erin, check for dead oysters, clams, etc. &lt;strong&gt;EVERY DAY&lt;/strong&gt;!" This made me mad, so I left a note in reply saying, "Adam, believe it or not I do check for deads every night before I got home and usually I pick out a whole shit load of them. And I throw them out every night before I go home but I can leave then in the garbage cans over night in you would like." Anyways, he got my note yesterday morning and he got a little worried, I guess he thought I was going to freak out on him or something when I came in for my shift, hehe. But as soon as I came in for my shift he started apologizing to me for the note he left, it was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, I think that Superstore should change their motto to "Bend over so we can stick it in a little further."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lesson: If you put straight salt into the crab tanks they flip onto they're backs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10884928-111022863235290296?l=hugsandcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/111022863235290296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10884928&amp;postID=111022863235290296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/111022863235290296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/111022863235290296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-night-before-last-jason-and-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314656574196484418</uri><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-10884928.post-110962109092891793</id><published>2005-02-28T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T12:04:50.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, if you took my &lt;a href="http://www02.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=050215214532-237116"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt; then you'll know the nicknames that I have acquired since living in Kimberley, but somehow I have developed a few more... for instance there's Hollywood, and Dorothy, and one other one but I can't remember it. But Dorothy, I have the problem with, I guess the reason they started calling my that was because I was talking about Saskatchewan and said that it was like a relief to be in the praries... I believe the exact wording was 'Ahh, I'm home.' Anyways, I don't know if I like Dorothy, I'm ok with the other ones, but Dorothy?... Gads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10884928-110962109092891793?l=hugsandcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/110962109092891793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10884928&amp;postID=110962109092891793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/110962109092891793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/110962109092891793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/2005/02/ok-if-you-took-my-quiz-then-youll-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314656574196484418</uri><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-10884928.post-110910357153842976</id><published>2005-02-22T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T12:19:31.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Erin Cell Phone Relief Fund</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I was going through my mail and I got this months Telus bill and to my surprise it was a whopping $368.18. So I was wondering if anyone had $400 just lying around, if they would want to front it to me and not expect me to pay you back, that would be great. If not, then that's ok too I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to say "Happy Birthday George Washington!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I heard through the grapevine that Jason is going to take me to &lt;em&gt;Chef Bernard's&lt;/em&gt; for supper sometime around payday! And I guess we're going to stay the night at the inn too! YAY! I know it sounds weird that we would stay at a Inn in the same town we live in but the thing is, is that no matter where we go, his house or mine, we never get to be alone to have "us" time and this is his way of getting me alone. *blushes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10884928-110910357153842976?l=hugsandcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/110910357153842976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10884928&amp;postID=110910357153842976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/110910357153842976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/110910357153842976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/2005/02/erin-cell-phone-relief-fund.html' title='The Erin Cell Phone Relief Fund'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314656574196484418</uri><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-10884928.post-110891949396048430</id><published>2005-02-20T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T09:11:33.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And It Begins...</title><content type='html'>So this is my first post on my new blog! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my supervisor, Corey, decided to quit the Superstore and leave us all high and dry, which is all fine and dandy because I got more hours, but the work load has like tripled. Uhg! So I've been working since Friday and I don't get a day off until Wednesday. *dies* So Friday was an interesting day, I drove Jason to work at 6:15 am then went back to bed nd slept until like 10... then I got out of bed at  like 11:30. I went to work at like 4 and did the usual dusting, and cleaning of the crab poop (they poop a lot) when Dave, the manager, came up to me and asked me to put out this 'Cling Wrap' for a new promotional thing that we're doing to make our customers 'eat healthy'. Now, the 'cling wrap' is like a banner that we have to put up along the coolers and freezers to promote our new anti-obesity thing. Dave told me to just peal the backing off of it and it would stick, so one would think that this 'cling wrap' would be clingy but it infact is not. I just ended up taping it on to the freezers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fighting with the not-so-clingy Cling Wrap I went to go finish my normal clean-up stuff. I proceeded to wash the filleting knives and bulk bins when all the sudden the water go really, REALLY hot, and I burned my hand. It wasn't until just after that, that I noticed the large sign that read in bold lettering "&lt;strong&gt;WARNING!&lt;/strong&gt; All hot water taps have been turned up to &lt;strong&gt;160* F&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't burn yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after that, my co-worker Warren came in with his girlfriend wanting 2 crabs for supper... I hate crabs, they're mean and they look like spiders. My technique is to put the bag over my hand, grab them by the legs and shove them in the bag, which usually works very well, so I grapped the first one, struggled with him, got him in the bag, but all in all he was somewhat dosile. The second one on the other hand, what not as happy to go into the bag. I grabbed his legs and pulled him out of the water but he freaked out and wrapped all 8 of his legs around my hand with amazing force and wouldn't let go. In response, I lost it and started waving my arm around trying to get him off, eventually he let go. But now I'm mentally scarred and even more petrified of the little buggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last of the excitment for that day... I hope today is less eventful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10884928-110891949396048430?l=hugsandcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/110891949396048430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10884928&amp;postID=110891949396048430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/110891949396048430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/110891949396048430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-it-begins.html' title='And It Begins...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314656574196484418</uri><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-10884928.post-110859725881767429</id><published>2005-02-16T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T15:40:58.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10884928-110859725881767429?l=hugsandcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/110859725881767429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10884928&amp;postID=110859725881767429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/110859725881767429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10884928/posts/default/110859725881767429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugsandcookies.blogspot.com/2005/02/testing.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314656574196484418</uri><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></feed>
