<?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-1200912657868986194</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:17:32.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's Escapades</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyhuster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200912657868986194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhuster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily's Escapades</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02580218328469519612</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200912657868986194.post-3346120769538241122</id><published>2010-04-28T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:10:34.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire's Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Cqw1-0z_gg/S9kFa9SlIfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9XoAHJTMmRo/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465405583478039026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Cqw1-0z_gg/S9kFa9SlIfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9XoAHJTMmRo/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Cqw1-0z_gg/S9kFamrve_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/05EI64zxz-U/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465405577409559538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Cqw1-0z_gg/S9kFamrve_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/05EI64zxz-U/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Cqw1-0z_gg/S9kFaXq_owI/AAAAAAAAACs/V7TA9O6TDCs/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465405573379891970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Cqw1-0z_gg/S9kFaXq_owI/AAAAAAAAACs/V7TA9O6TDCs/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Cqw1-0z_gg/S9kFZ-31mtI/AAAAAAAAACk/a0XIvUdmLDg/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465405566722874066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Cqw1-0z_gg/S9kFZ-31mtI/AAAAAAAAACk/a0XIvUdmLDg/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Cqw1-0z_gg/S9kFZhxSbNI/AAAAAAAAACc/Y8QmkkEvf3c/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465405558910774482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Cqw1-0z_gg/S9kFZhxSbNI/AAAAAAAAACc/Y8QmkkEvf3c/s320/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The morning of March 13th, I woke up feeling very relieved because I was finally done with work! Kevin and I were chatting with my Mom, when all of the sudden I thought I peed my pants. I stood up and water just gushed out. I just stood there in disbelief. Honestly, my first thought was....Oh my god...I didn't even get one day off from work!!! I still had 3 weeks before she was due. So, I immediately got in the shower. I needed to have my hair clean and makeup on before leaving the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I called the doctor, he informed me that he was working at Centennial Hospital that night and if I didn't mind delivering there. I was supposed to deliver at Baptist Hospital. I was a little nervous since I had toured Baptist and felt more comfortable there, but I didn't really have an option. It ended up being a great experience, because I was the only one there in labor. So, I had all the nurses tending to me. When I got to the hospital, I was not dialated at all. So they had to start the petocin. At about 2:00 I decided to get an epidural. It was painful but so well worth it! At about 11:00 pm, I was only dialated at 4. Then all of the sudden I told my mom that I felt like pushing. The nurse came in and told me I was at 10. The next thing I know....all these nurses came rushing in and in 6 pushes she came out. I actually watched the whole thing in the mirror. I have to admit....it was really easy. I know that I am lucky. My first comment after the birth was that I could totally do that again. Hearing her scream was the best noise in the world. She weighed 6 lbs 10 oz and was 19.5 inches long. Total perfection! When they put her on my chest I just couldn't stop staring at her. The whole experience was just so unbelievable. After all the months of worrying....the most beautiful baby in the world was given to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 108px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; HEIGHT: 129px" height="164" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/C35A2F610FC16A8912119A544990F891.png" width="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200912657868986194-3346120769538241122?l=emilyhuster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyhuster.blogspot.com/feeds/3346120769538241122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhuster.blogspot.com/2010/04/claires-arrival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200912657868986194/posts/default/3346120769538241122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200912657868986194/posts/default/3346120769538241122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhuster.blogspot.com/2010/04/claires-arrival.html' title='Claire&apos;s Arrival'/><author><name>Emily's Escapades</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02580218328469519612</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Cqw1-0z_gg/S9kFa9SlIfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9XoAHJTMmRo/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200912657868986194.post-5562102901698599101</id><published>2010-02-15T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:56:38.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Memories</title><content type='html'>So for the most part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/span&gt; has been pretty easy so I haven't really wanted to blog about it. But wow....how that is changed now that I am 8/12 months. I need to document this now before I forget this entire pregnancy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Trimester: No morning sickness, a little tired but not too bad, only food aversion was meat, threw up after brushing my teeth a couple of times, insomnia was really bad for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Trimester: Felt great!!!!!!!!!!!!! She started kicking which made me feel amazing! Nothing in my life has ever felt so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Trimester: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Insomnia&lt;/span&gt; is back!!!!!!!!! I really only sleep about 3-4 hours a night and NOT consecutive! I pee constantly which is so weird for me since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-pregnancy I usually only pee like twice a day. My back hurts so bad that sometimes I wish my chiropractor would just break it! I am so uncomfortable.....standing, sitting, laying, walking......nothing feels good. I have decided that I would rather be working than staying at home. At least at work the day goes by quicker.  I started to experience severe rib pain....like a stabbing feeling under my left rib.  She must have had her feet permanently kicking that side.  I had blood work done and they were worried about my blood platelets, which could could mean toxemia.  But, after more testing everything came back normal.  The last week of my pregnancy, I started to swell all over.  My feet were so pitiful to look at.  They were so swollen they could have burst.  I also got to experience the famous cankles that everyone talks about.  My chins doubled too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that's really it. It really hasn't been too bad. I just can't wait for the wonderful present I get at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/C35A2F610FC16A8912119A544990F891.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200912657868986194-5562102901698599101?l=emilyhuster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyhuster.blogspot.com/feeds/5562102901698599101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhuster.blogspot.com/2010/02/pregnancy-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200912657868986194/posts/default/5562102901698599101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200912657868986194/posts/default/5562102901698599101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhuster.blogspot.com/2010/02/pregnancy-memories.html' title='Pregnancy Memories'/><author><name>Emily's Escapades</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02580218328469519612</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-1200912657868986194.post-8250441991471647976</id><published>2010-02-15T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:00:05.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in the mood</title><content type='html'>Kevin got a new job at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Norandex&lt;/span&gt; which he started at the beginning of the year. He is now the Western Division Product Development Manager of Roofing. Wow....what a title!!!!! I am so proud of him. I love how ambitious he is.....I can say it is my most favorite quality about him. I love when he talks of the future and where he pictures himself....so sexy in my opinion. The only downside is that he travels every week. He will average traveling about 3 days a week. BUT....he will work from home on Mondays and Fridays. I think in some respects I might see him more. So anyways.....he is gone right now and I felt like blogging. So here it goes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/C35A2F610FC16A8912119A544990F891.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200912657868986194-8250441991471647976?l=emilyhuster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyhuster.blogspot.com/feeds/8250441991471647976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhuster.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-in-mood.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200912657868986194/posts/default/8250441991471647976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200912657868986194/posts/default/8250441991471647976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhuster.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-in-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in the mood'/><author><name>Emily's Escapades</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02580218328469519612</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200912657868986194.post-8826374978095045621</id><published>2010-02-15T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:33:02.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coaster</title><content type='html'>So my video post on the side explains what happened next. To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;summarize&lt;/span&gt;, I was told I had a miscarriage around 5 weeks. They did an internal ultrasound and there was nothing there. Kevin and I were absolutely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt; of emotions left us drained. I had cancelled my foot surgery once I found out I was pregnant, but after the miscarriage my OB told me to reschedule the surgery because she knew how important it was for me to fix my feet. The surgery was very involved and I was under anesthesia for 4 hours. I had to take pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; and antibiotics for several days after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks after the surgery I had my follow-up to my miscarriage. I took a pregnancy test at the beginning of the appointment which they make you do regardless. When the doctor walked in she told me that the test came back positive but that it must be that the hormones were still present. She then wanted to do another ultrasound. I wouldn't even look at the screen because it was making me upset. She then said words that would change my life forever......"So, do you still want to be a mom?" I couldn't even breathe....the thoughts running through my head were unbelievable....but what about the surgery, the pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;???? Did I hurt my baby??? How did this happen??? She couldn't really give me much explanation. There is a chance that I was pregnant with twins and lost one of the babies. She swore that nothing I did has hurt the baby. It took so long for me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; her. I left the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt; and called Kevin. He didn't come with me to the appointment, because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think he needed to be there just to see me sad. I asked him if he was driving and to pull over. He of course had the same reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went 19 days not knowing I was pregnant. We were very hesitant in telling people because of the scare. We had told our parents before the "miscarriage" and didn't want to put them through that again until we were in the clear. So we waited until I was 10 weeks to tell them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.....so that was not quite a summery. Check out the video.....I will cherish it forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/C35A2F610FC16A8912119A544990F891.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200912657868986194-8826374978095045621?l=emilyhuster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyhuster.blogspot.com/feeds/8826374978095045621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhuster.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-my-video-post-on-side-explains-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200912657868986194/posts/default/8826374978095045621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200912657868986194/posts/default/8826374978095045621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhuster.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-my-video-post-on-side-explains-what.html' title='Roller Coaster'/><author><name>Emily's Escapades</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02580218328469519612</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-1200912657868986194.post-1254720398507411377</id><published>2009-09-12T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T08:52:39.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok....I will blog</title><content type='html'>Well....first of all I never wanted to blog because I never thought I had anything relevant to say.  But, that has all changed in the past 2 months.  I am going to be a mom, and it is truly a miracle.  I was going to get a journal to document everything, but I know me and I wouldn't write in it.  So here goes blogging.  As long as I could remember, the only thing I ever wanted to be is a mom.  I never had great aspirations as a career woman, but not to say that I don't like work.  I love to make my own money and feel that I contribute to our income.  But, I never found that career that I really love. &lt;br /&gt;  I have had a really crazy year.  I decided to have surgery on my feet to fix my hammer toes.  I knew that it would be painful and that the recovery would be long, but it was so much worse than I ever could have imagined.  I could not take a shower or walk for 3 months.  Then I had to go through physical therapy to learn how to walk again.  Kevin was so incredible during this time.  He cleaned, cooked, and drove me to work everyday.  I knew after this experience that he would be a terrifc father.  I finally was through the recovery period, but my left foot still hurt.  It felt like I was walking on a softball.  My podiatrist said that I must be feeling the screws, and that they must come out.  So, that means another surgery....my third in a year!  I was extremely upset, but I knew I had to finish this thing so that I could get pregnant and carry this baby for 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;  We went on vacation to Naples in early July and decided that we would not "try" this month since I knew I was going through surgery in early August.  We had a great time!  About 2 weeks before my surgery, I realized my period was late.  I decided to take a pregnancy test while Kevin was golfing, never thinking that it would be positive.  Well...it was and I freaked out.  I went back to Walgreens and bought 4 more tests.  They all came out positive right away.  I was shaking uncontrollably and somewhat sobbing out of happiness and fear.  What about my feet?  I know this is selfish, but they hurt so bad just carrying my weight.  I called Kevin and told him to come home, but he was playing in a tournament, so I told him I was coming up there.  He asked what was wrong, and I told him that I could not tell him over the phone.  He called back 5 minutes later and asked if I was pregnant and I hung up on him.  When I met him up there, I had all the positive tests in a bag.  He was so excited and we hugged for a while.  I told him I had to call my mom and he said ok.  I called her sobbing and sounded so excited.  We talked on the phone all day about the future.  Everything was so exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200912657868986194-1254720398507411377?l=emilyhuster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyhuster.blogspot.com/feeds/1254720398507411377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhuster.blogspot.com/2009/09/oki-will-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200912657868986194/posts/default/1254720398507411377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200912657868986194/posts/default/1254720398507411377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhuster.blogspot.com/2009/09/oki-will-blog.html' title='Ok....I will blog'/><author><name>Emily's Escapades</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02580218328469519612</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>
