<?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-4861860167459078135</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:37:51.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Campbell's</title><subtitle type='html'>You may not see us coming, but you will definitely hear us!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kathleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRsuZPfn7MI/AAAAAAAAACI/BVNh32550-M/S220/moms+pic%27s+067.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861860167459078135.post-1136413702008093228</id><published>2009-07-10T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:28:36.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day of Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SleEFsNA-kI/AAAAAAAAADI/pn8XhkajF4U/s1600-h/P7090303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356895515080456770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SleEFsNA-kI/AAAAAAAAADI/pn8XhkajF4U/s320/P7090303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was excited and nervous and anxious and fearful all at the same time. This was a school assignment that I had to do and thought how great it would be to get away from everything for just a day by myself to think and meditate on things. Anxious as I was to start the day, I was delayed by normal Mom things in the morning, but once I got in my car to go I started to wonder where God was going to take me today. I was certainly looking for direction but I seemed to be only thinking of past mistakes that felt as if they were new all over. If you know me at all, I got lost trying to find the beach, which again took me to the whole thought of direction and me being directionally challenged. I finally found where I wanted to be and then was nervous about venturing out by myself, so I went to the Nature Center...my comfort zone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356897927022883106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SleGSFY5sSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/EDvFhQaoLNc/s320/P7090299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tought about the paths each of our decisions take us and also thought about the narrow path to God and the distractions, the ups and downs, the temporary road blocks and even the times where we go down the path in faith. I took one path in particular that reminded me of the importance of water. Even when we don't see the water it is still there somewhere...sometimes underground, sometimes waiting in the sky to bring life and to feed those things around it. I associated that thought with Jesus and even when we don't see him or feel him, we know he is there by the beauty that is constantly around us. This may be in our children, or our friends, the love of our spouse, or in the natural beauty of our surroundings. I could go on, but let me wrap it up showing you the sign that I came across after I made this analogy in my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356899560795240610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SleHxLqleKI/AAAAAAAAADY/ePzq_N2_wuI/s320/P7090295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no purer water than the living water of Jesus Christ and the existence he offers us is eternal life.  What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4861860167459078135-1136413702008093228?l=thosecampbells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/feeds/1136413702008093228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861860167459078135&amp;postID=1136413702008093228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/1136413702008093228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/1136413702008093228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-day-of-solitude.html' title='My Day of Solitude'/><author><name>Kathleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRsuZPfn7MI/AAAAAAAAACI/BVNh32550-M/S220/moms+pic%27s+067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SleEFsNA-kI/AAAAAAAAADI/pn8XhkajF4U/s72-c/P7090303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861860167459078135.post-969093449143785702</id><published>2009-03-30T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:27:58.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Bacon Really Be MEAT?</title><content type='html'>Well, almost messed up my fast with, of all things, BACON! Man, it smelled soooo good.  I didn't think I was going to make it through my dinner.  I have been able to make and watch my family eat: chicken, taco's, and have even had pizza, minus the pepperoni, but of all things that I thought was going to do me in....BACON!  Turkey bacon, no less!!!  So, I will tell you that even when I am cooking eggs, or pancakes, or french toast or waffles...we will NOT be having BACON for the next 2 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861860167459078135-969093449143785702?l=thosecampbells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/feeds/969093449143785702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861860167459078135&amp;postID=969093449143785702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/969093449143785702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/969093449143785702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-bacon-really-be-meat.html' title='Can Bacon Really Be MEAT?'/><author><name>Kathleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRsuZPfn7MI/AAAAAAAAACI/BVNh32550-M/S220/moms+pic%27s+067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861860167459078135.post-766490239713157327</id><published>2009-03-26T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:30:45.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan or Lily?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/ScuQrjDYCJI/AAAAAAAAADA/i_HRjiOoTXo/s1600-h/family+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/ScuQrjDYCJI/AAAAAAAAADA/i_HRjiOoTXo/s320/family+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317502862859176082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I ever thought my kids didn't look alike, well I have had a rethink...Who do you think this one is?  Jordan or Lily??? Let me know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861860167459078135-766490239713157327?l=thosecampbells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/feeds/766490239713157327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861860167459078135&amp;postID=766490239713157327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/766490239713157327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/766490239713157327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/2009/03/jordan-or-lily.html' title='Jordan or Lily?'/><author><name>Kathleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRsuZPfn7MI/AAAAAAAAACI/BVNh32550-M/S220/moms+pic%27s+067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/ScuQrjDYCJI/AAAAAAAAADA/i_HRjiOoTXo/s72-c/family+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861860167459078135.post-1186419198892514415</id><published>2009-03-23T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:53:10.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 21 Day Fast</title><content type='html'>I have prayed about this and what to give up and what I came up with seems so weird, but I have decided to give up meat for 21 days.  I can skip a meal and sometimes I don't even realize it, so I wanted it to be something more than that which would draw me to think more about Jesus.  I know that I will be cooking meat for my whole family, so I think it will make me very conscious of why I am giving it up in the first place!  Why am I doing it?  Well, I would like my relationship with Christ to be clearer to me.  I want to know without a doubt when I hear God's call to action.  I don't want it to be about me, but about HIM.  I want to leave a legacy for my children and their children that will be eternal.&lt;br /&gt; With all that being said, I had an area of my life that was hit with a bit of confrontation...I do not like confrontation but really prayed about it for a couple weeks, sought counsel on it and knew I had to make the call.  Wow, it was rough and not sure how it was taken on the other end.   I really wanted to get across to this person that I wish I had had an accountability partner in some way when I was making decisions that were not healthy for me or for my family.  I wanted it to be about Christian love and not about one person knowing what is wrong in someone else's life.  Does this make sense?  We all stumble and fall and I just wanted to let her know that with God, we can work together to keep the path clear for her.   At this point, all I can do is to continue to pray about it and feel confident that I did the part God wanted me to do and now the rest is up to her. &lt;br /&gt;Temptation gets in the smallest crack of your armor! I pray for each person who is fasting in the next 21 days that they hang tight to the power of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861860167459078135-1186419198892514415?l=thosecampbells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/feeds/1186419198892514415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861860167459078135&amp;postID=1186419198892514415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/1186419198892514415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/1186419198892514415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/2009/03/21-day-fast.html' title='The 21 Day Fast'/><author><name>Kathleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRsuZPfn7MI/AAAAAAAAACI/BVNh32550-M/S220/moms+pic%27s+067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861860167459078135.post-8634916999051455423</id><published>2009-02-27T08:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:24:56.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change, please?</title><content type='html'>When is that time that we ask for a change?  Is it when we are in a rutt?  Or in a place we would not want to be?  Don't we usually fear the whole idea of change?  Yet, that is exactly where Jesus leads us, isn't it?  I am trying to be obedient to what God wants for me and that seems to be a whole lot of change.&lt;br /&gt;Uncomfortable?  Absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;Trying? Could you call it anything less! &lt;br /&gt;Stretching me? As if you could!&lt;br /&gt;Exciting? As all get out!&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful? In it's own way!&lt;br /&gt;Worthwhile? It is what He wants, who I am to question that!&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilling? In so many ways and on so many different levels!&lt;br /&gt;Everything that Jesus wants for us is all these things, but the first step is usually change.  Take that first step and watch how Jesus not only transforms you, but also the ideals you hold close, like change.  Do I fear the next change?  No way because through all the change he has me going through, I am feeling His promises for me more and more each and every day that I walk in change!  Even though I do not know where I am heading in this change, God is leading me and I know that means it has got to be good!  Jesus said to his first disciples, "Come Follow Me." Stop and think what changes they had to make to do that?  Job? Family? Home? Friends? Travel? Clothes? Food? Water? Could you do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861860167459078135-8634916999051455423?l=thosecampbells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/feeds/8634916999051455423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861860167459078135&amp;postID=8634916999051455423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/8634916999051455423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/8634916999051455423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/2009/02/change-please.html' title='Change, please?'/><author><name>Kathleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRsuZPfn7MI/AAAAAAAAACI/BVNh32550-M/S220/moms+pic%27s+067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861860167459078135.post-833248742475707236</id><published>2009-01-22T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:42:44.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a MONTH already?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so usually when I am saying that, it's not because I didn't realize I haven't blogged in that long, but regardless, I am shocked that I haven't had the time just to jot down some random thoughts, so here they are...I did mention "random" didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have started my seminary classes...still laughing at the fact that on the first day of classes I forgot my BIBLE.  Yes, my bible...probably the most essential thing to bring, but hey, I'm human, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kevin and I have decided to homeschool Brandon for the last part of 8th grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are celebrating Christmas on the 25th...all year long.  Christmas is the celebration of CHRIST and I believe we should celebrate him not just on the 25th of December!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My whole family has had the FLU!  It sucked...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have started teaching at REFUEL on every other Wednesday.  I absolutely LOVE doing this and am making sure that I am constantly learning how to improve on this!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love God for the life I have and am anxious for it not to pass me by.  Which reminds me of this Math thing(I love Math too, just not as much as God)...KISS which stands for Keep it simple  stupid.  Maybe I should make that my motto for this year?!?!?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Kevin when he is out of town...it makes me sad because I don't get to talk with him very much at all.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think my life group ROCKS!  It makes me think about the feeling you get when you meet someone and you know they are going to mean something to you???  That is what is was like the first time we all got together...for me anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oops, need to go now and pick Jordan up from school, and the kids up from the sitters, Noah up from the bus stop, and take Brandon to his friends.  Kevin comes home tonight!  YEAH!  And to all of you, let's make this a year of KISS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861860167459078135-833248742475707236?l=thosecampbells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/feeds/833248742475707236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861860167459078135&amp;postID=833248742475707236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/833248742475707236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/833248742475707236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-month-already.html' title='It&apos;s been a MONTH already?'/><author><name>Kathleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRsuZPfn7MI/AAAAAAAAACI/BVNh32550-M/S220/moms+pic%27s+067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861860167459078135.post-666856577107206645</id><published>2008-12-04T12:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:32:03.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Mouth of Mitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/2552574849_26d56ed0d2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 231px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/2552574849_26d56ed0d2_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had the floor at the auto rescue talks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY MITCH ALBOM • FREE PRESS COLUMNIST&lt;br /&gt;• November 23, 2008&lt;br /&gt;OK. It's a fantasy. But if I&lt;br /&gt;had five minutes in front of Congress last week, here's what I would've&lt;br /&gt;said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning. First of all, before you ask, I flew commercial. Northwest&lt;br /&gt;Airlines. Had a bag of peanuts for breakfast. Of course, that's Northwest,&lt;br /&gt;which just merged with Delta, a merger you, our government, approved --&lt;br /&gt;and one which, inevitably, will lead to big bonuses for their executives&lt;br /&gt;and higher costs for us. You seem to be OK with that kind of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me wonder why you're&lt;br /&gt;so against our kind of business? The kind we do in Detroit. The kind that&lt;br /&gt;gets your fingernails dirty. The kind where people use hammers and drills,&lt;br /&gt;not keystrokes. The kind where you get paid for making something, not moving&lt;br /&gt;money around a board and skimming a percentage.&lt;br /&gt;You've already given hundreds of&lt;br /&gt;billions to banking and finance companies -- and hardly demanded anything.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you balk at the very idea of giving $25 billion to the Detroit&lt;br /&gt;Three. Heck, you shoveled that exact amount to Citigroup -- $25 billion&lt;br /&gt;-- just weeks ago, and that place is about to crumble anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;Does the word "hypocrisy"&lt;br /&gt;ring a bell?&lt;br /&gt;Protecting the home turf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sen. Shelby. Yes. You. From Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;You've been awfully vocal. You called the Detroit Three's leaders "failures."&lt;br /&gt;You said loans to them would be "wasted money." You said they&lt;br /&gt;should go bankrupt and "let the market work."&lt;br /&gt;Why weren't you equally vocal when&lt;br /&gt;your state handed out hundreds of millions in tax breaks to Mercedes-Benz,&lt;br /&gt;Hyundai, Honda and others to open plants there? Why not "let the market&lt;br /&gt;work"? Or is it better for Alabama if the Detroit Three fold so that&lt;br /&gt;the foreign companies -- in your state -- can produce more?&lt;br /&gt;Way to think of the nation first,&lt;br /&gt;senator.&lt;br /&gt;And you, Sen. Kyl of Arizona. You&lt;br /&gt;told reporters: "There's no reason to throw money at a problem that's&lt;br /&gt;not going to get solved."&lt;br /&gt;That's funny, coming from such an&lt;br /&gt;avid supporter of the Iraq war. You've been gung ho on that for years.&lt;br /&gt;So how could you just sit there when, according to the New York Times,&lt;br /&gt;an Iraqi former chief investigator told Congress that $13 billion in U.S.&lt;br /&gt;reconstruction funds "had been lost to fraud, embezzlement, theft&lt;br /&gt;and waste" by the Iraqi government?&lt;br /&gt;That's 13 billion, senator.&lt;br /&gt;More than half of what the auto industry is asking for. Thirteen billion?&lt;br /&gt;Gone? Wasted?&lt;br /&gt;Where was your "throwing money&lt;br /&gt;at a problem that's not going to get solved" speech then?&lt;br /&gt;Watching over the bankers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of you lawmakers. The&lt;br /&gt;ones who insist the auto companies show you a plan before you help them.&lt;br /&gt;You've already handed over $150 billion of our tax money to AIG. How come&lt;br /&gt;you never demanded a plan from it? How come when AIG blew through its first&lt;br /&gt;$85 billion, you quickly gave it more? The car companies may be losing&lt;br /&gt;money, but they can explain it: They're paying workers too much and selling&lt;br /&gt;cars for too little.&lt;br /&gt;AIG lost hundred of billions in&lt;br /&gt;credit default swaps -- which no one can explain and which make nothing,&lt;br /&gt;produce nothing, employ no one and are essentially bets on failure.&lt;br /&gt;And you don't demand a paragraph&lt;br /&gt;from it?&lt;br /&gt;Look. Nobody is saying the auto&lt;br /&gt;business is healthy. Its unions need to adjust more. Its models and dealerships&lt;br /&gt;need to shrink. Its top executives have to downsize their own importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is a business that has&lt;br /&gt;been around for more than a century. And some of its problems are because&lt;br /&gt;of that, because people get used to certain wages, manufacturers get used&lt;br /&gt;to certain business models. It's easy to point to foreign carmakers with&lt;br /&gt;tax breaks, no union costs and a cleaner slate -- not to mention help from&lt;br /&gt;their home countries -- and say "be more like them."&lt;br /&gt;But if you let us die, you let our&lt;br /&gt;national spine collapse. America can't be a country of lawyers and financial&lt;br /&gt;analysts. We have to manufacture. We need that infrastructure. We need&lt;br /&gt;those jobs. We need that security. Have you forgotten who built equipment&lt;br /&gt;during the world wars?&lt;br /&gt;Besides, let's be honest. When it&lt;br /&gt;comes to blowing budgets, being grossly inefficient and wallowing in debt,&lt;br /&gt;who's better than Congress?&lt;br /&gt;So who are you to lecture anyone&lt;br /&gt;on how to run a business?&lt;br /&gt;Ask fair questions. Demand accountability.&lt;br /&gt;But knock it off with the holier than thou crap, OK? You got us into this&lt;br /&gt;mess with greed, a bad Fed policy and too little regulation. Don't kick&lt;br /&gt;our tires to make yourselves look better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861860167459078135-666856577107206645?l=thosecampbells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/feeds/666856577107206645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861860167459078135&amp;postID=666856577107206645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/666856577107206645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/666856577107206645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-mouth-of-mitch.html' title='From the Mouth of Mitch'/><author><name>Kathleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRsuZPfn7MI/AAAAAAAAACI/BVNh32550-M/S220/moms+pic%27s+067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/2552574849_26d56ed0d2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861860167459078135.post-645492493943709014</id><published>2008-11-17T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:21:37.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Y'all</title><content type='html'>Essentially everybody, right?  All y'all?  That is about how many women went down to the altar at the front of this church this weekend to try and put their hurts at the cross and accept their new kind of normal...Here, let me back up...I went this Friday and Saturday to an Extraordinary Women's conference at a big church in Sterling Heights (2800 women).   It was good, a little too pushy in the merchandising arena but I figured as much.  The speakers were great.  They made me laugh and cry.  One speaker in particular, Carol Kent, was asking people who were dealing with a hurt to come forward and leave their hurt at the cross and their were people there to pray with them and over them to help them do this.  I was floored when I saw all these women heading to the front!  Where all these women really dealing with a hurt like that?  Obviously so because it was so moving a moment I thought I was really going to loose it!  It was a good thing it was lunch time and we were able to leave the church.  But it has still kept me thinking...Do we as women, emotional women, hang on to grudges or hurts because it is easier than letting go?  I mean wouldn't we rather have something like pain to comfort us instead of forgiving and people thinking we are a "weaker" woman than someone who might "stand up for themselves"?  I am not sure I have the answer for the question because I can only look at the things that I have held onto and sit back and wonder why...is it through this journey of finding out who we are through Christ that we begin to recognize that you have to have hurt in order to know the depths of love?  You have to know how low is low, until you see how high is high?  It reminds me of the saying that if you truly love someone or something let it go and if it comes back to you then you know it was truly yours?!?!?  But wouldn't that hurt like hell?????  Of course it would...it does...but you can only experience the love again if you truly let go of the hurt you had to go through to get it back, right?  Kinda of reminds me of what God did for us, by giving us His Son to DIE for us...as a father or a mother, could you???  But what started as love, went through a hurt only to be the greatest love of all!!!! Sorry, just rambling and wanted to know what all y'all thought about it!   (Thank you Heather for the question at the end blog...love it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861860167459078135-645492493943709014?l=thosecampbells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/feeds/645492493943709014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861860167459078135&amp;postID=645492493943709014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/645492493943709014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/645492493943709014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-yall.html' title='All Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Kathleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRsuZPfn7MI/AAAAAAAAACI/BVNh32550-M/S220/moms+pic%27s+067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861860167459078135.post-6783685667602098919</id><published>2008-11-12T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:15:14.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRspbYwasDI/AAAAAAAAACA/L0ouhCDLGDU/s1600-h/j0423131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRspbYwasDI/AAAAAAAAACA/L0ouhCDLGDU/s320/j0423131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267849739618660402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so today was the day...I dropped it in the mail and paid a whole dollar to send it.  It was so simple...  I was afraid that my slow feet in getting it done, and all the doubts that seemed to have swamped me in the last few weeks were a sign that maybe I wasn't even supposed to try.  The Post office thing yesterday almost through me for a loop, but then I remembered that sometimes doing what God wants you to do is really hard.  Going to the post office was easy, but making a conscious decision to follow through with what God had placed on my heart was hard.  It is against what I thought he would want me to do, it is against wordly things.  I am not doing it for an income...and isn't that why you go to graduate school?  I can't even say why I am doing it except that I felt a nudge from God to do it.  I have no idea what the end result is going to be and what I am ever going to do with the knowledge I will gain, but God knows and that is the simple part.  I will just follow where he leads, no matter what the terrain and trust in HIM. &lt;br /&gt;Simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861860167459078135-6783685667602098919?l=thosecampbells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/feeds/6783685667602098919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861860167459078135&amp;postID=6783685667602098919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/6783685667602098919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/6783685667602098919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-simple.html' title='So Simple'/><author><name>Kathleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRsuZPfn7MI/AAAAAAAAACI/BVNh32550-M/S220/moms+pic%27s+067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRspbYwasDI/AAAAAAAAACA/L0ouhCDLGDU/s72-c/j0423131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861860167459078135.post-8496547541404647151</id><published>2008-11-11T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:46:40.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the Day!</title><content type='html'>So, today was to be the day!  It was, I could feel it when I woke up this morning and knew I had everything in place for it to be the day.  What day you ask?  Well, the day I mail in my application to MTS.  I don't know why it has been such a big deal, it is just something to be put in the mail.  I had all my transcripts sent there, I have my references out so they can be filled out and mailed in, I wrote my 1000 word testimony, answered all the questions and I even printed out the picture they wanted on file...I guess they just don't let anybody in to seminary.  Anyway, I looked at the pages one last time, said my prayer and couldn't get the dang envelope to stay closed!  I thought that would be ok and the post office would have some tape so on I drove with the envelope sitting proudly on my passenger seat.  I pulled up into the Post office and knew God was smiling at me because there was no cars in the parking lot.  I knew that meant there was no line in the post office and I could be on my way quickly...  OR it could mean that I am an idiot who didn't realize the post office was closed because of Veteran's Day.   Maybe tomorrow can be the day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861860167459078135-8496547541404647151?l=thosecampbells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/feeds/8496547541404647151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861860167459078135&amp;postID=8496547541404647151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/8496547541404647151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/8496547541404647151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the Day!'/><author><name>Kathleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRsuZPfn7MI/AAAAAAAAACI/BVNh32550-M/S220/moms+pic%27s+067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861860167459078135.post-1630431055415974341</id><published>2008-11-09T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:42:57.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just sitting here thinking about the weekend and thought how lucky I am to have such cool friends!  I am really enjoying our times together and getting to know each of them.  I can only hope they still like me after they really get to know me!  Okay, weekend is over...Kevin has a busy week and not sure how much time I am going to get to see him so I am going to get my kids in bed and show him "God's Girl"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861860167459078135-1630431055415974341?l=thosecampbells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/feeds/1630431055415974341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861860167459078135&amp;postID=1630431055415974341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/1630431055415974341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/1630431055415974341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-just-sitting-here-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRsuZPfn7MI/AAAAAAAAACI/BVNh32550-M/S220/moms+pic%27s+067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861860167459078135.post-669896211031785463</id><published>2008-11-08T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:43:04.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRW6IFMwLZI/AAAAAAAAABo/aKyraqNplpo/s1600-h/brandons+famos+pics+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRW6IFMwLZI/AAAAAAAAABo/aKyraqNplpo/s320/brandons+famos+pics+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266319987277049234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a group we have here!  We have Kelsey the Dr., Noah a very serious looking army dude, Kyle was looking very much like a hippie, and Jordan who decided to be a princess at the last minute, Seth who is a crazy dragon and Connor who is Mutt.  Brandon was at Michael's and dressed as an old man and Lily had her politically incorrect Indian costume on for a whole 5 seconds and then took it off.  She went trick or treating as herself...what a treat that was!!!  We are definitely going to a hotel next year!  Everybody can play dress up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861860167459078135-669896211031785463?l=thosecampbells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/feeds/669896211031785463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861860167459078135&amp;postID=669896211031785463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/669896211031785463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/669896211031785463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>Kathleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRsuZPfn7MI/AAAAAAAAACI/BVNh32550-M/S220/moms+pic%27s+067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRW6IFMwLZI/AAAAAAAAABo/aKyraqNplpo/s72-c/brandons+famos+pics+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861860167459078135.post-327565136082977078</id><published>2008-10-31T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:32:40.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SQskN2xQfkI/AAAAAAAAABA/ytQ4YAecH3s/s1600-h/October+2007+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SQskN2xQfkI/AAAAAAAAABA/ytQ4YAecH3s/s320/October+2007+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263340409971572290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this was last year...I couldn't remember if we were duplicating any costumes this year or not.  I had a pirate, a baseball player, Hannah Montana, my pumpkin and that scary Burger King dude.  This year will be a secret until I post the picture...hmmm&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that I really don't enjoy Halloween.  It is a fight with the candy, and it is crazy trying to rush and get everybody ready...I really wanted to go to a hotel and let the kids swim and eat some of the candy from the bag I bought...It doesn't look like it is going to happen, but that's ok.  It is always a fun night, just rushed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861860167459078135-327565136082977078?l=thosecampbells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/feeds/327565136082977078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861860167459078135&amp;postID=327565136082977078' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/327565136082977078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/327565136082977078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-2007.html' title='Halloween 2007'/><author><name>Kathleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRsuZPfn7MI/AAAAAAAAACI/BVNh32550-M/S220/moms+pic%27s+067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SQskN2xQfkI/AAAAAAAAABA/ytQ4YAecH3s/s72-c/October+2007+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4861860167459078135.post-3592604194593275516</id><published>2008-10-29T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:54:13.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should it be this hard?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SQi-qW7V0zI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jKMpzlGbWLM/s1600-h/moms+pic%27s+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SQi-qW7V0zI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jKMpzlGbWLM/s320/moms+pic%27s+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262665799500682034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was just practicing and thought that this was what was happening in my brain right now as I try and figure this blog thing out.  It shouldn't be this hard, but...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kevin should be home tomorrow night and I am sure he will be so proud of all my activity here on the computer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4861860167459078135-3592604194593275516?l=thosecampbells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/feeds/3592604194593275516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4861860167459078135&amp;postID=3592604194593275516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/3592604194593275516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4861860167459078135/posts/default/3592604194593275516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thosecampbells.blogspot.com/2008/10/should-it-be-this-hard.html' title='Should it be this hard?'/><author><name>Kathleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SRsuZPfn7MI/AAAAAAAAACI/BVNh32550-M/S220/moms+pic%27s+067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1bAavDRIo0/SQi-qW7V0zI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jKMpzlGbWLM/s72-c/moms+pic%27s+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
