<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20143746</id><updated>2009-02-21T00:04:33.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reporter-y</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reporter-y.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20143746/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reporter-y.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Inde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20143746.post-114829667518647228</id><published>2006-05-22T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T04:17:55.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://vari.blogs.com/blog/images/bigbrother5.jpg" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The launch night&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ooh my goodness what kind of people are in that house? What is with the gay guy? he seems to want to have sex with just about every gay and straight man in the house. Also when he was talking to the woman (Dawn) that hates life and thinks its totally pointless and doesn't like anyone. I cant help thinking that she may have been deprived of something very important in life like love!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20143746-114829667518647228?l=reporter-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reporter-y.blogspot.com/feeds/114829667518647228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20143746&amp;postID=114829667518647228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20143746/posts/default/114829667518647228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20143746/posts/default/114829667518647228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reporter-y.blogspot.com/2006/05/launch-nightooh-my-goodness-what-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>Inde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14519685063186075138'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20143746.post-114799702104351615</id><published>2006-05-18T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T17:03:41.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7319/2984/320/IMG_0341.jpg" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20143746-114799702104351615?l=reporter-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reporter-y.blogspot.com/feeds/114799702104351615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20143746&amp;postID=114799702104351615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20143746/posts/default/114799702104351615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20143746/posts/default/114799702104351615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reporter-y.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Inde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14519685063186075138'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20143746.post-114095884395558978</id><published>2006-02-26T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T05:00:43.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Turn your head and cough." Isn't that some type of long running joke about ge&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="392" src="http://www.funny-pictures.biz/images%20for%20web/turnyourhead.jpg" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px"/&gt;tting checked for hernias or something? Wasn't that part of those sixth grade track physicals? (If it was not part of your physical, please don't tell me, because it was part of mine!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Apparently this is not something you should do once you pass a certain age. It can result in serious injury. Today, I did it -- on accident and not as part of a hernia test but just sitting at the ice rink, and now, I cannot move my neck without looking like I just walked away with whiplash from a bus accident. Nice.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I don't know what happened, but if I want to look to the left, I have to turn my entire body. For real, and it's not something you can do very subtly, either. There is a sharp pain piercing between my neck and shoulder that has not let up since the mobility ending cough. And I had plans tonight to voluntarily subject my now-used-to-really-healthy-foods digestive system to copious amounts of greasy fried foods and fling my body around at high speeds in unnatural positions on poorly assembled and unregulated midway rides at the fair. (Yes, for those of you up north, we have our county fair in FEBRUARY because you all hog the carnies all summer!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is so not pleasant!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20143746-114095884395558978?l=reporter-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reporter-y.blogspot.com/feeds/114095884395558978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20143746&amp;postID=114095884395558978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20143746/posts/default/114095884395558978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20143746/posts/default/114095884395558978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reporter-y.blogspot.com/2006/02/turn-your-head-and-cough.html' title=''/><author><name>Inde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14519685063186075138'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20143746.post-114829706157017107</id><published>2005-12-01T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T04:24:21.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imagine a 14K gold-filled personalized name necklace for a special lady in your life. There are few things in jewelry that are more beautiful to behold than that somebody's name woven from 14k gold wire. &lt;a href="http://jewelrysitesland.com/"&gt;add jewelry resources&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20143746-114829706157017107?l=reporter-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reporter-y.blogspot.com/feeds/114829706157017107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20143746&amp;postID=114829706157017107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20143746/posts/default/114829706157017107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20143746/posts/default/114829706157017107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reporter-y.blogspot.com/2005/12/imagine-14k-gold-filled-personalized.html' title=''/><author><name>Inde</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14519685063186075138'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>