<?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-5324453660169383909</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:22:34.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* Vanilla Lullabies *</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillalullabies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324453660169383909/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillalullabies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>renewablestrength</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334303939176845848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS66wnAC6OU/SLitq0JBizI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WBSSVapRloI/S220/abby+11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324453660169383909.post-7332855210880396717</id><published>2009-05-13T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:16:16.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams the Choice Creates</title><summary type='text'>So yeah sure I might be idealistic. I'm a dreamer and that's the depth of my heart. But I've been learning lately that being a dreamer isn't easy- -it takes hard work to believe in the better good, the possibilities, to surpass the bad things that the world tells you about. I see those sad things in life as the beginning of a new story- - one of hope, love, and courage. Without the search of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324453660169383909/posts/default/7332855210880396717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324453660169383909/posts/default/7332855210880396717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillalullabies.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreams-choice-creates.html' title='Dreams the Choice Creates'/><author><name>renewablestrength</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334303939176845848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS66wnAC6OU/SLitq0JBizI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WBSSVapRloI/S220/abby+11.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324453660169383909.post-5653167136062521931</id><published>2009-03-29T11:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:48:36.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown Clock</title><summary type='text'>codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"WIDTH="300" HEIGHT="180" id="myMovieName"&gt;PLUGINSPAGE="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;Make your own Countdown Clocks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324453660169383909/posts/default/5653167136062521931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324453660169383909/posts/default/5653167136062521931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillalullabies.blogspot.com/2009/03/countdown-clock.html' title='Countdown Clock'/><author><name>renewablestrength</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334303939176845848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS66wnAC6OU/SLitq0JBizI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WBSSVapRloI/S220/abby+11.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324453660169383909.post-3792045731144798319</id><published>2009-03-19T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:13:57.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Tendering Kiss</title><summary type='text'>Hellooooo my darlings, oh, how i've missed you! I hope your day was magical and starkissed. I'm twirling my hair in a dreamsicle way- - I just finished watching a wonderful movie. Penelope. It was new and refreshing and yes, it was a love story. I'm really such a sap for love stories. So I've been inspired. There a few things I would love to do on my first date partly because of my childlike </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324453660169383909/posts/default/3792045731144798319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324453660169383909/posts/default/3792045731144798319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillalullabies.blogspot.com/2009/03/hellooooo-my-darlings-oh-how-ive-missed.html' title='Love Tendering Kiss'/><author><name>renewablestrength</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334303939176845848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS66wnAC6OU/SLitq0JBizI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WBSSVapRloI/S220/abby+11.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324453660169383909.post-7386929512515735386</id><published>2009-03-19T22:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:53:30.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* Vanilla Lullabies *</title><summary type='text'>    Create a playlist at MixPod.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324453660169383909/posts/default/7386929512515735386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324453660169383909/posts/default/7386929512515735386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillalullabies.blogspot.com/2009/03/vanilla-lullabies_19.html' title='* Vanilla Lullabies *'/><author><name>renewablestrength</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334303939176845848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS66wnAC6OU/SLitq0JBizI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WBSSVapRloI/S220/abby+11.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324453660169383909.post-7372457839534983203</id><published>2009-03-17T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:50:02.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capturing a Star</title><summary type='text'>Hello world! It's a bright and sun shiny day in la, la, la land. I woke up this morning late, late, late and well, I had to choose to have a pleasant attitude. It really is true- - that the world is what you make it. So this morning it's my neverland, my crystal ball, it's Oz town and all my dreams combined. The yellow brick road is covered with cement still peeking through the cracks and I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324453660169383909/posts/default/7372457839534983203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324453660169383909/posts/default/7372457839534983203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillalullabies.blogspot.com/2009/03/capturing-star.html' title='Capturing a Star'/><author><name>renewablestrength</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334303939176845848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS66wnAC6OU/SLitq0JBizI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WBSSVapRloI/S220/abby+11.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5324453660169383909.post-8748627865936215155</id><published>2009-03-16T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:31:26.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixie Dust</title><summary type='text'>                                             Hush. Hush. Kiss. Kiss. Listen to me wish, wish. Starry Bright, oh starry night- -Oh, let my deepest wishes come true tonight. Well, supposing I'm introducing myself to the wide world wonder I am known as Elyse- - or you can call me Lyse (like Lees) for short. But that's just if you need another name for familiarity's sake. There's nothing to extremely</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1e44561cbf2c2dee&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324453660169383909/posts/default/8748627865936215155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5324453660169383909/posts/default/8748627865936215155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillalullabies.blogspot.com/2009/03/pixie-dust.html' title='Pixie Dust'/><author><name>renewablestrength</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10334303939176845848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS66wnAC6OU/SLitq0JBizI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WBSSVapRloI/S220/abby+11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS66wnAC6OU/Sb9RZX9VDtI/AAAAAAAAACc/W75KVHJmrts/s72-c/Fullscreen+capture+3172009+12122+AM.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
