<?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-8812944789952495226</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:30:08.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owls</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.everyowl.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812944789952495226/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.everyowl.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08066313274404036947</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812944789952495226.post-8659381200568259609</id><published>2011-05-10T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T11:04:49.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drug store</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px;"&gt;One time I took my boyfriend Bernard to the drug store to get some potting soil for his mom. His mom needed some potting soil. She likes to garden.&lt;span style="font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We took my car to the drug store, and we were there to look at the dirt.&lt;span style="font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They have the neatest hats at the drug store. If I had a bunch of money, I would just go to the drug store and buy all their hats except the ugly ones and the ones they have 2 of. They have hats for gardening, which Bernard’s mom might be into, I don’t know, and they have fashion hats, and multipurpose hats like visors.&amp;nbsp; I don’t wear those because they dig into my head too much, but I like the other hats.&lt;span style="font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bernard and I were at the drug store and I was kind of looking at the hats while Bernard read some greeting cards. We hadn’t gotten the potting soil yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px;"&gt;So this guy asks us where the twinkies are and we pointed him to the twinkies. They were right by the register and he’d just come from that way. Bernard thought this was kind of weird so he looked around the corner at the guy as he left to go to the twinkies. He ended up heading towards the potting soil instead. Me and Bernard had forgotten about the potting soil by then and Bernard went back to reading me greeting cards. We were there until the store closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Well, we drove back and we didn’t have potting soil so Bernard’s mom was none too pleased with us, but she was really nice like she always is so we just felt bad. Bernard told her a couple things he’d read in the greeting cards and she seemed to like them, but she seemed to like everything. So me and Bernard went off to discuss how we might make things up to her in a way she wouldn’t falsely appreciate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px;"&gt;After we figured out how to fit a ski machine into my car, we headed back to the drug store to get some potting soil for real. We had a lot of fun picking out a big bow to put on the ski machine. We asked the clerk if we could borrow some bows to see what would look best and they sent out an attendant to help us choose. Those people are really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Bernard’s mom really liked the ski machine and the dirt. She’s got the bow on the fridge now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812944789952495226-8659381200568259609?l=www.everyowl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.everyowl.com/feeds/8659381200568259609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.everyowl.com/2011/05/drug-store.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812944789952495226/posts/default/8659381200568259609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812944789952495226/posts/default/8659381200568259609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.everyowl.com/2011/05/drug-store.html' title='Drug store'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08066313274404036947</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-8812944789952495226.post-4896884260735177155</id><published>2011-05-09T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T11:06:45.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Search Log</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;kumquats cut my mouth up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;mouth hurts after kumquat consumption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;why does my mouth hurt since i ate kumquats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;kumquat mouth pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;mouth hurts everywhere due to kumquats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812944789952495226-4896884260735177155?l=www.everyowl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.everyowl.com/feeds/4896884260735177155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.everyowl.com/2011/05/search-log.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812944789952495226/posts/default/4896884260735177155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812944789952495226/posts/default/4896884260735177155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.everyowl.com/2011/05/search-log.html' title='Search Log'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08066313274404036947</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>
