<?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-22012805</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:50:29.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tia042518.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22012805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tia042518.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tia Beaulieu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994483224344293312</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22012805.post-114299767616129687</id><published>2006-03-21T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T19:21:16.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A girl fights with her boyfriend who defends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her boyfriend likes to party and drink beer at the big wooden maple table. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The girl asks him to leave. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The boy tells her he'd rather not be with her and breaks her heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She cries and he stays, the boy is killed by a drunk driver on his way home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The girl sits silently at the big wooden table the day they put the boy in the ground.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The girl fought to keep him, but the boy surrendered to the beer and died.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The boy wanted freedom and that's just what he got.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The girl realizes that true love and tough love are one of the same. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22012805-114299767616129687?l=tia042518.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tia042518.blogspot.com/feeds/114299767616129687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22012805&amp;postID=114299767616129687' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22012805/posts/default/114299767616129687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22012805/posts/default/114299767616129687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tia042518.blogspot.com/2006/03/boy.html' title='The Boy'/><author><name>Tia Beaulieu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994483224344293312</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22012805.post-114282173721063066</id><published>2006-03-19T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:28:57.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It doesn't take much, does it for people to die and hearts to break. People start crying and forget everything that matters. Times to change and people to forget, to go out and drink and drive home and KILL someone. To forget your sorrows and drink them away, to drink a whole bottle of RUM in one sitting, to become violently ill from self inflicted pain, to pull the trigger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22012805-114282173721063066?l=tia042518.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tia042518.blogspot.com/feeds/114282173721063066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22012805&amp;postID=114282173721063066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22012805/posts/default/114282173721063066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22012805/posts/default/114282173721063066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tia042518.blogspot.com/2006/03/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Tia Beaulieu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994483224344293312</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-22012805.post-114282088398984700</id><published>2006-03-19T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:14:43.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                                                              &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Beautiful Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know a woman, lovely in her skin, the polymerasechain reaction produces virtually every bone in her body. When small birds sang, she would sing back at them. Normally when a DNA double helix is unwound enzymes, she could begen to walk towards them. Ah, when she danced , she moved in more ways than one. DNA polymerase then recognizes this "primed" region of DNA. As a wonderful part of the earth. The shapes only a bright box could contain! For PCR, a DNA synthesizer is used to make two of the very same beautiful figures. Of her choice virutes only gods would speak, there promers"tell" DNA polymeras where to start copying the beautiful woman's body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22012805-114282088398984700?l=tia042518.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tia042518.blogspot.com/feeds/114282088398984700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22012805&amp;postID=114282088398984700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22012805/posts/default/114282088398984700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22012805/posts/default/114282088398984700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tia042518.blogspot.com/2006/03/beautiful-lady.html' title='The Beautiful Lady'/><author><name>Tia Beaulieu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994483224344293312</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22012805.post-114273369809375517</id><published>2006-03-18T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:05:48.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                                                 The New Car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The new car with no background. Sits waiting to be looked at. So clean and fresh. Brightly painted screaming to be picked. Take her for a test drive, you'll fall in love. You can't make a new start in life without a new car to take you there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22012805-114273369809375517?l=tia042518.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tia042518.blogspot.com/feeds/114273369809375517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22012805&amp;postID=114273369809375517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22012805/posts/default/114273369809375517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22012805/posts/default/114273369809375517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tia042518.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-car.html' title='The New Car'/><author><name>Tia Beaulieu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994483224344293312</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-22012805.post-114075390222086910</id><published>2006-02-23T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:05:02.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's work</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like a Beaver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It picked Up wood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For the Long and Cold winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reminds me Of a Squirrel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Long, quick , And hairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It has her hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was cold and wet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was trembling cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;after being out in the snow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was frost bit everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;including my toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;which were freshly painted and powdered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Art Work Is Bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22012805-114075390222086910?l=tia042518.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tia042518.blogspot.com/feeds/114075390222086910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22012805&amp;postID=114075390222086910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22012805/posts/default/114075390222086910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22012805/posts/default/114075390222086910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tia042518.blogspot.com/2006/02/everyones-work.html' title='Everyone&apos;s work'/><author><name>Tia Beaulieu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994483224344293312</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22012805.post-113919193790523608</id><published>2006-02-05T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:12:17.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not very smart</title><content type='html'>Blogs, we just don't get along , it doesn't want to follow what I want it to do. Sorry it took sooo long to get you up and running!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22012805-113919193790523608?l=tia042518.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tia042518.blogspot.com/feeds/113919193790523608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22012805&amp;postID=113919193790523608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22012805/posts/default/113919193790523608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22012805/posts/default/113919193790523608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tia042518.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-very-smart.html' title='Not very smart'/><author><name>Tia Beaulieu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994483224344293312</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22012805.post-113919171335038393</id><published>2006-02-05T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:08:33.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden</title><content type='html'>People are hidden, Noone shows there real side. People would like each other a lot more if they knew the real person they were friends with !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22012805-113919171335038393?l=tia042518.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tia042518.blogspot.com/feeds/113919171335038393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22012805&amp;postID=113919171335038393' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22012805/posts/default/113919171335038393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22012805/posts/default/113919171335038393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tia042518.blogspot.com/2006/02/hidden.html' title='Hidden'/><author><name>Tia Beaulieu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994483224344293312</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22012805.post-113919094989115749</id><published>2006-02-05T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T17:55:49.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys</title><content type='html'>The toy box. The toy box is the best toy ever. Its turns into some many things, a train, a plane, or a car. You can get in it or on it. There are a number of different toys in it. When you empty out the toy box and its always a suprise what you are going to find in the bottom and that is one of the coolest things ever. So the toy box is better then any childhood toy ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22012805-113919094989115749?l=tia042518.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tia042518.blogspot.com/feeds/113919094989115749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22012805&amp;postID=113919094989115749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22012805/posts/default/113919094989115749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22012805/posts/default/113919094989115749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tia042518.blogspot.com/2006/02/toys.html' title='Toys'/><author><name>Tia Beaulieu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994483224344293312</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
