<?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-25468511</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:11:21.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punkin Tots</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Punkintots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12272442241631478514</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25468511.post-115091533421736751</id><published>2006-06-21T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:42:14.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES I'M STILL ALIVE</title><content type='html'>Well seeing how it's been like five months since my last entry I was thinking I might some emails from anyone concerned that you know I might be dead... but day after day no emails... I feel like Ross on friends when he "dies" and no one comes to his funeral.  Well for those of you who DO care if I'm alive or dead... I'M ALIVE. I'm just busy busy busy all the time. My life never slows down... ever. I'm currently playing Vet Kayla with one of our horses. Last week he was SERIOUSLY injured. He got in a fight with another horse through a fence and lateraly almost torn his intire foot off.  So I'm having to doctor him every single day for the rest of my life. But we think he's going to be ok. Alright so no one probably cares about that but ya'll know me, I start typing and something takes over my fingures and I can't stop typing. I guess it's like talking, I can't help it. It just happens and I can't stop. OH GUESS WHAT?!?!?!?!?! I'm a non-smoker now!!!! YEAAAA three weeks and going strong. Ok maybe not storng but I'm going. Ok I'll stop my fingers are cramping now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25468511-115091533421736751?l=punkintots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/feeds/115091533421736751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25468511&amp;postID=115091533421736751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/115091533421736751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/115091533421736751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/2006/06/yes-im-still-alive.html' title='YES I&apos;M STILL ALIVE'/><author><name>Punkintots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12272442241631478514</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-25468511.post-114669242551396845</id><published>2006-05-03T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T14:40:25.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY EXCITING LIFE</title><content type='html'>WOW ok so I'm went into town (Berryville) today and I had to go drop off some pictures at this awesome little candle store on the square, and you'll never guess who was in the store... BILLY BOB THORTON!!!! See a few years ago he did this movie over in Eureka Springs and when he was here for that he had went into the store and talked with the owner and for some reason I guess he came back to visit the store. I MET BILLY BOB THORTON!!! Ok so maybe that's not true at all. But nothing exciting is going on in my life right now so I had to make it interesting. Just so we are all clear... didn't meet Billy Bob although it is true that when he was in Eureka he did go into the Candle store (the lady has an autografed pic hanging up in the store) but however I was not there and my life is not exciting at all these days. But who knows maybe I'll run into someone with my truck and then tomorrow I'll wright about it and ya'll can make fun of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25468511-114669242551396845?l=punkintots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/feeds/114669242551396845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25468511&amp;postID=114669242551396845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114669242551396845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114669242551396845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-exciting-life.html' title='MY EXCITING LIFE'/><author><name>Punkintots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12272442241631478514</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-25468511.post-114615175222326661</id><published>2006-04-27T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T08:29:52.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamereign.net/flash/duckhunt.swf"&gt;http://www.gamereign.net/flash/duckhunt.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" bgColor=#000000 width=550 height=400 swRemote="swSaveEnabled='true' swVolume='false' swRestart='false' swPausePlay='false' swFastForward='false' swContextMenu='true' " swStretchStyle=filltype="application/x-director" pluginspage="&lt;a href="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/"&gt;http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&lt;&gt;%20/&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25468511-114615175222326661?l=punkintots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/feeds/114615175222326661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25468511&amp;postID=114615175222326661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114615175222326661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114615175222326661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/2006/04/duck-hunt.html' title='Duck Hunt'/><author><name>Punkintots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12272442241631478514</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-25468511.post-114606702384047285</id><published>2006-04-26T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T08:57:03.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GLASSES</title><content type='html'>Well I have to get glasses. I have to wear them when I'm working on computers or when I'm reading stuff. What joy is mine (said in my very sarcastick voice)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25468511-114606702384047285?l=punkintots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/feeds/114606702384047285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25468511&amp;postID=114606702384047285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114606702384047285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114606702384047285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/2006/04/glasses.html' title='GLASSES'/><author><name>Punkintots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12272442241631478514</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-25468511.post-114606694866400018</id><published>2006-04-26T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T08:55:48.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distruction Bubble Strikes Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it happened AGAIN... Friday I was on my way home (driving Jerods flat bed ford dulley).  I was driving very safly through Green Town when tha car in front of me slammed on their breaks, so I slammed on my and some how I managed NOT to hit them, so I thought I was safe. Then BOOM, a car ran into me! Why why do these things happen to me. To make things worse they were mexicans... very angry mexicans. The driver got out and started cussing at me in spanish (I could understand the cuss words) so I being my sweet self yelled back at him and told him he's in America and if he's going to yell at me me he's going to do it in english so I could tell what the hell he was saying. So I called my buddy who's a cop and he cme up there. He said it wasn't my fault and he let me go with no tickets or nothin (I love having a friend who's a cop:). The other dudes didn't get off so easily. But the moral of the story is IT WASN'T MY FAULT this time.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25468511-114606694866400018?l=punkintots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/feeds/114606694866400018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25468511&amp;postID=114606694866400018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114606694866400018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114606694866400018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/2006/04/distruction-bubble-strikes-again.html' title='Distruction Bubble Strikes Again'/><author><name>Punkintots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12272442241631478514</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-25468511.post-114503889328019361</id><published>2006-04-14T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:55:52.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DISTRUCTION BUBBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2441/2661/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2441/2661/320/untitled.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok for thoes of you who don't know me very well you should know this. I have a distruction bubble around me. What does that mean? Well it's means that for some reason all my life wherever I go distruction follows me. I break things... I don't mean to but it just happens. I'm not reckles or nothin I'm just distructive. So here's my latest distructive moment. So I'm backing out of my parking spot at my dads photography studio... I see the yellow vw bug, I see the white tahoe, I see the big fed-x truck and I see the white mavrick, however I do NOT see the red rodeo park right behind me. So I back up... up and into the door of the rodeo. Smashed the whole door in, of but that's not the good part, the good part is yesterday dad got this vehickle out of a garage where it's been for weeks getting fixed. And now it has to go back. My truck was uninjured but the rodeo however will need hospitization. "WHY KAYLA WHY?!?!?!?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25468511-114503889328019361?l=punkintots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/feeds/114503889328019361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25468511&amp;postID=114503889328019361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114503889328019361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114503889328019361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/2006/04/distruction-bubble.html' title='DISTRUCTION BUBBLE'/><author><name>Punkintots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12272442241631478514</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-25468511.post-114442897172315942</id><published>2006-04-07T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T09:56:11.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2441/2661/1600/Angel%20&amp;%20Stormy%203-30-06d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2441/2661/320/Angel%20%26%20Stormy%203-30-06d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Angel and her new baby Stormy. Stromy was born at around 2 o'clock in the middle of the day. Most horses don't have babies during the day but you know crazier crap has happened. Anyways she was born March 30th and her first night in the world it stormed like crazy... so we named her Stormy. I have to remind myself lots that we are NOT keeping this baby... we will be selling her once she's two and I've broke her to ride. But you know me... I'll get attached and then who knows what'll happen. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25468511-114442897172315942?l=punkintots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/feeds/114442897172315942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25468511&amp;postID=114442897172315942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114442897172315942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114442897172315942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-new-baby.html' title='Our New Baby'/><author><name>Punkintots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12272442241631478514</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-25468511.post-114434751823764862</id><published>2006-04-06T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:18:38.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Rush!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I don't eat alot of sugary (is that a aword) food. I don't eat candy or drink pop so my body isn't used to sugar. Well mom brought me a king size HUGE bag of Starburst Jellybeans this morning. And since I'm trying to quite smoking I've been snacking on them all morning. And ya I'm on such a sugar high right now. I can't sit still and I'm talking up a storm (more than usual). Have you ever seen the Friends episode were Ross eats all the maple-candy... well if you have... that's what I'm acting like. It's pretty funny, except now I'm coming off my sugar high and now I'm sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25468511-114434751823764862?l=punkintots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/feeds/114434751823764862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25468511&amp;postID=114434751823764862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114434751823764862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114434751823764862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/2006/04/sugar-rush.html' title='Sugar Rush!!!'/><author><name>Punkintots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12272442241631478514</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-25468511.post-114433573422064989</id><published>2006-04-06T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T08:02:14.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Embarrassing Moment Ever</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm all excited about having my own blog now, so I email everyone I know my blog site. Well I get a call from Kristy and Kelly who both tell me they got my emails and that the link was not linked to MY blog but to a gay porn site. HOLY CRAPPERS.... I freaked out. You don't understand I sent it to EVERYBODY. So now that everyones seen the gay porn I sent them (BY MISTAKE) they will all probably be to scared to vistit my REAL blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25468511-114433573422064989?l=punkintots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/feeds/114433573422064989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25468511&amp;postID=114433573422064989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114433573422064989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114433573422064989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/2006/04/most-embarrassing-moment-ever.html' title='Most Embarrassing Moment Ever'/><author><name>Punkintots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12272442241631478514</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-25468511.post-114425958880024894</id><published>2006-04-05T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T10:53:08.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punkin Tots?</title><content type='html'>Ya I know "Punkin Tots" what the heck right. Well my momma always called and still sometimes calls me "Punkin" not "puMkin but puNkin. Well Kristy started calling me Punkin Tots a couple of years ago, I really don't know where she got the "tots" from but the name stuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25468511-114425958880024894?l=punkintots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/feeds/114425958880024894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25468511&amp;postID=114425958880024894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114425958880024894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114425958880024894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/2006/04/punkin-tots.html' title='Punkin Tots?'/><author><name>Punkintots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12272442241631478514</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-25468511.post-114425752128738480</id><published>2006-04-05T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T11:27:56.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brownie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2441/2661/1600/browndog.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2441/2661/320/browndog.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2441/2661/1600/browndog.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dog BROWNIE and Me. Brownie had a very close call with death on Valintines day this year. She was attacked by two American bull dogs. Thankfuly someone saw the attack and rescued her from a sure death. She spent 4 days at the vet but being as tough as she is she pulled through it. She had several broken ribs, and a punctured lung. She got lots of special care and the bull dogs got bullets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25468511-114425752128738480?l=punkintots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/feeds/114425752128738480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25468511&amp;postID=114425752128738480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114425752128738480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114425752128738480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/2006/04/brownie.html' title='Brownie'/><author><name>Punkintots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12272442241631478514</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-25468511.post-114425577705083592</id><published>2006-04-05T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T10:03:43.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2441/2661/1600/DSC_0477.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2441/2661/320/DSC_0477.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Katie! Katie is my boyfriends (Jerod) new puppy. We got Katie on March 22nd and already she has shown that she is going to be an awesome cow-dog. At 9 weeks old shes already chasing and heeling the cows. She is the smartest dog I've ever seen. However she seems to have trouble understanding why she CAN chase the cows but NOT the horses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25468511-114425577705083592?l=punkintots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/feeds/114425577705083592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25468511&amp;postID=114425577705083592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114425577705083592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114425577705083592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/2006/04/katie.html' title='Katie'/><author><name>Punkintots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12272442241631478514</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-25468511.post-114425258451170756</id><published>2006-04-05T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T08:56:24.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WELCOME TO KAYLA'S BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Ok so for like the past few months I been hearing my sisters talk about "their blogs" well their all kind of nuts so I didn't pay any attention to it. But then I got curious enough to ask what the heck a blog is. So Kelly told me and now I'm hooked. I'm a blogger. Hope I don't bore ya'll to much with my useless information, but everyone seems to enjoy reading everyone elses useless information so why not mine too right? I will warn you though... if horses, dogs, farm stuff and anything to do with being a tomboy bores you, you shouldn't continue. So continue reading... if you think you can handle it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25468511-114425258451170756?l=punkintots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/feeds/114425258451170756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25468511&amp;postID=114425258451170756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114425258451170756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25468511/posts/default/114425258451170756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkintots.blogspot.com/2006/04/welcome-to-kaylas-blog-ok-so-for-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Punkintots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12272442241631478514</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>
