<?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-5003565</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:33:21.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snufffy's Peanut Brain</title><subtitle type='html'>Random Anythings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060326302551985558</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003565.post-90641073</id><published>2003-03-13T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T02:10:35.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'M IN HELL...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm in absolute hell right now.  I haven't slept in 72 hours because finals (i'm a student @ UW), and I don't foresee any sleep in the near future.  I have way too much to do with way too little time.  I guess that's what you get from being a procrastinator.  I basically have 4 papers to turn in on Monday, a 15 pg, 6 pg, 6pg, and 4 pg.  Not to mention I have an final at the butt-crack of dawn...yes @ 8:30 Monday morning in a class that I haven't even been to since my midterm.  Then I have a 10 pg paper due on Tuesday and have to somehow figure out how to build a website for it, being that I have absolutely no clue how to.  Life can't get any better...oh wait, yes it can, I'm also broke!  I've finally decided that the solution to all my problems is me winning the mega millions lottery.  What is it--at 35 mill or so?  I've already figured out what to do with it.  I'd give my parents a couple million, and one to each of my siblings then take off to Vegas until all my stress dies down and I forget what its like to be in school.  Then I'd invest and slowly graduate from law school, so that I have something to fall back on if I blow all the dough.  I gotta get back to work now...yipee--is that how its spelled? Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5003565-90641073?l=snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/90641073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/90641073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90641073' title=''/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060326302551985558</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003565.post-90577150</id><published>2003-03-12T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T01:05:24.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;FREEDOM FRIES &amp; WAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In protest of France's opposition to the U.S. on matters of war, the House of Representative's cafeteria's wage their own war of protest.  The discontinued item of french fries on their menu have now been replaced by "Freedom Fries."  Apparently the French Embassy in Washington had really little to say on this matter, replying that french fries are actually from Belgium...something that I didn't know or care for that matter.  The article in the March 11th issue of USA Today quotes, "Update. Now Serving in All House Office Buildings, 'Freedom Fries,'" read a sign that Republican Reps. Bob Ney of Ohio and Walter Jones of North Carolina placed at the register in the Longworth Office Building food court. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda of interesting and pathetic how far politics will extend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and p.s. for breakfast they're serving "Freedom Toast"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5003565-90577150?l=snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/90577150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/90577150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90577150' title=''/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060326302551985558</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003565.post-90164032</id><published>2003-03-04T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T23:32:53.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SONICS BRIEF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh one more thing, in case you didn't catch the game tonight, Sonics won again!  That would be 6 games in a row, looks like the Sonics are taking a turn for the gold.  Too bad its almost too late, b/c we barely have a chance for the playoffs.  Ray Allen, almost has a perfect record since joining, if we hadn't loss to the damn Lakers his first game here.  I really hate the Lakers, don't like Kobe or Shaq!  Did you know that Ray Allen and Jordan are named NBA's players of the week?  Hell yeah, for Allen.  He's doing a great job @ Ray Allen and average of 28.3 points, 6.0 rebounds and 7.5 assists in leading the Sonics in their winning streak.  Oh and p.s. the first 5000 people at the Sonics-Sixers game on Friday get a Nate painted russian doll, the same ones that they gave out of Gary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5003565-90164032?l=snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/90164032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/90164032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90164032' title=''/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060326302551985558</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003565.post-90163504</id><published>2003-03-04T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T23:16:58.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"It's a case of the Mondays"---Yeah, I know it's Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm pissed off as hell right now because that is the second time I erased my entry on this thing in a row.  I am internet/website/etc illiterate apparently, because I somehow erased my long ass entry when I thought I was posting this piece of shit.  This is so frustrating b/c I absolutely do not know how to do anything on this...yeah, even the most basic things.  Anyway, did you recognize what movie that's from?  A:  Office Space.  The funniest guy on that movie is Michael Bolton, who likes to rap to loud music in his car with a white collar shirt and tie on.  So I finally gave in to the chick in me, and rented Sweet Home Alabama.  All I gotta say is that is definitely a movie you wait for to come out on VHS/DVD.  Not one I'd be happy about paying--what is it $8 now, to see in theatre.  But I will admit that I cried when she was talking to her dead dog's tombstone--kinda embarassing...oh, well the boyfriend fell asleep by then and I was all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see...what did I do this weekend?  Oh yeah, it was my friend's 21 run on Friday (and for those of you who are not familiar with the college-students binge drinking rituals, you attempt to make 21 shots/drinks at various bars on your B-day 21 of course).  I'm proud to say, I made it on my 21 back a few months ago, although I had been a veteran at the bars long before my legal birthday...details, details.  Anyway, we went to dinner at Cheesecake Factory, which I despise, went back home for some intermission drinks, then headed out to the Red Door (in Fremont...I live in Seattle by the way) which was packed being that it was Friday night.  I really like the Red Door, kinda a low key bar, but not when it's crowded as hell.  Then we went across the street to the Ballroom, which by the way I'm growing to dislike more and more.  It just gets way too crowded on Fridays.  So I met my friends at the beginning of the line, pissed off people waiting in line, then got in, paid, got stamped, and decided that it was way to crowded and my feet hurt like hell b/c I was wearing my new 4 inch Guess heels, that I haven't broken into yet, and limped back to my other friends at the Red Door.  So we left, met up with some of my other guy friends, and then came back to my house played some pool, drank, ate, and went to bed.  Not too exciting, but at least I didn't wake up with a hang over.  I love going to QFC the next morning and getting a nice cold gatorade (being dehydrated as hell) and a bagel from Noahs, such a nice way to start of the afternoon--definitely not the chipper morning type, must sleep in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I do anything else?  Nothing notable, I entertained my growing addiction with video games--from the original nintendo to the x-box, and trashy tv shows--yes that would be the entire elimidate blind date block.  Its a new past time with me n' Oscar--watch stupid/desperate/and slutty people make a fool of themselves on national televison.  Oh did I forget, and make fun of them during.  Since I'm such a procrastinator (don't think I spelled that right, but who gives a shit) I finally, after a weekend of slacking off, get started on my English essay at 1:30 in the morning and pass out at 4:30 am, wake up at 9:00 am and scramble to get the damn paper done and be at class by 12:30.  Yeah, I'd say that's cutting it close.  Good thing I have this capacity for working under pressure and will more than likely get a 4.0 on that paper, as if I had been working on it for days.  School is a bore.  I'm taking 20 credits this quarter...oh wait, and the next, and 15 over summer, and 20 fall quarter...just so I can graduate on time with a double major.  And somehow I'm suppose to fit in a LSAT course and take them, while working part time (barely).  I'm beginning to feel the stress accumulate.  It just hit me today that I have 2 weeks until the end of the quarter, and time is running out--I need to write a 15 pg paper, 10pg paper &amp; build it's website, a 7 pg paper, an 8 pg paper, research for a presentation, and take one final---and yes, that's all in two weeks.  My minds about to blow.  And the worst part is all I want to do is sleep.  Well, suck it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5003565-90163504?l=snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/90163504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/90163504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90163504' title=''/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060326302551985558</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003565.post-89816090</id><published>2003-02-26T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T19:59:39.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;TIGER...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lately I've been consumed with Tiger Woods Golf on X-box, which is really funny because I'm not a big video game buff or anything.  I play whenever I get a chance, if I'm bored, just got home from school, before I go to work, etc., etc.  &lt;br /&gt;Did you know that golf originated in Scotland?  Well, it did.  Golf is actually an acronym, I bet not that many people know this, maybe even stump those fanatic golfers.  It stands for Gentlemen Only Ladies Forbidden--kinda sexist don't you think?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5003565-89816090?l=snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/89816090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/89816090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89816090' title=''/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060326302551985558</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003565.post-89739703</id><published>2003-02-25T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T15:18:09.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SPORTS ANYONE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in case you missed the Sonics game last night, we won...amazingly.  Headlines read: &lt;i&gt;House beautiful: Allen scores 23 in home debut, Sonics win &lt;/i&gt;.  In Allen's first home game at the Key Arena he not only got into double digits on the point scale, but finished with 8 assists, upsetting Detroit Pistons 86-79--way to fill Gary's shoes!  Ray Allen states, "It was awesome. I was so pleased to feel welcomed. Emotionally, coming off of the trade, I was worried. That was one of my biggest worries ... coming and not being welcomed. The fans just didn't know me, and they were losing such a great guy and a great player. I just have to come in here and play hard."  Well Allen seems to be doing just fine in the green n' gold, too bad we still miss #20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5003565-89739703?l=snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/89739703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/89739703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89739703' title=''/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060326302551985558</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003565.post-89739181</id><published>2003-02-25T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T15:09:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Interested for what's in store for today?  Check out your horoscope (from the Seattle Times) and get the 411 for the day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrological Forecasts by Sydney Omarr and Jeraldine Saunders &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF FEBRUARY 25TH IS YOUR BIRTHDAY&lt;/b&gt; ...you are introspective, somewhat mysterious; you can be glamorous when you decide to be. You enjoy things to be in proper order, and you can bring order out of chaos. You are romantic and dreamy-eyed. Pisces, Virgo individuals play major roles in your life, could have these letters in names: G, P, Y. Marriage is highlighted during this cycle; your hand will be sought after. March and December will be most memorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARIES (Mar. 21-Apr. 19): &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Follow your lucky stars! You could be on the brink of winning a fortune. Family member has good news; financial picture brightens. Libra figures prominently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAURUS (Apr. 20-May 20):&lt;/b&gt; You recently missed a big pot; however, your luck is changing. By tonight, you'll feel better all around. Pisces plays a mysterious, outstanding role. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GEMINI (May 21-June 20): &lt;/b&gt;Be wary of signing contracts. There are likely to be hidden clauses. Focus on legal affairs, public relations, partnership and marriage. Get financial affairs in order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CANCER (June 21-July 22):&lt;/b&gt; Your services will be sought. People want you to be close by in case needed. Your sign is the sign of service; don't deny it to others or to yourself. Aries represented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LEO (July 23-Aug. 22):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Make fresh start; you exude aura of personality and sex appeal. Be careful -- don't lower standards. People will look to you as moral leader. Avoid heavy lifting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22):&lt;/b&gt; You could be involved in a banquet service. It will be catered in your own home. Despite what you say, you'll enjoy the procedure. Capricorn, Cancer natives play roles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): &lt;/b&gt;Your artistic qualities surge to forefront. Your voice is melodious; you can sing in or out of shower. You'll become friends with a Sagittarian who is very social-minded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; You discover ways of increasing income. People will find you attractive, creative and sexy. Begin rebuilding; take advantage of newfound popularity. Another Scorpio is in picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): &lt;/b&gt;Cycle high; elements of timing and luck ride with you. Don't get in your own way. If single, you could encounter future mate. If married, love spark will reignite. Gemini involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAPRICORN (Dec. 22-Jan. 19):&lt;/b&gt; A surprise is being planned; it will involve mystery, intrigue and possibly music. Domestic adjustment takes place in your favor. Libra plays intriguing role. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18):&lt;/b&gt; Avoid self-deception. You get what you ask for; don't ask for more than you can handle. At the track: Choose number 7 post position in seventh race. Pisces is in playful mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PISCES (Feb. 19-Mar. 20): &lt;/b&gt;You did miss opportunity, but don't brood about it. Your future is bright, and you'll be considered quite lucky. Capricorn, Cancer natives play helpful roles. Organize priorities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5003565-89739181?l=snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/89739181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/89739181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89739181' title=''/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060326302551985558</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003565.post-89738375</id><published>2003-02-25T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T15:03:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching the news the other day and saw the funniest and most absurd story.  It was featured on ABC's 20/20 about the town of New Rome.  Apparently, New Rome employs police officers who are notorious for giving out tickets for obscure and outrageous reasons.  90% of their budget derives from the traffic tickets, and in turn the money is used for policing, which is kind of strange considering that this small town in Ohio is only the four blocks of main street!  People have been notoriously pulled over for insignificant details such as a license plate light out or the license frame slightly obscuring the view of the license!  Website have been created to protest this ticket happy town, entitled New Rome Sucks!  (http://newromesucks.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newromesucks.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5003565-89738375?l=snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/89738375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/89738375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89738375' title=''/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060326302551985558</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003565.post-88251728</id><published>2003-01-29T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T21:31:32.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who would have ever thought to create a big shaggy elephant who incidently lives in a barn, to be on Sesame Street?--But then again, who would have thought to create monsters (a children's popular fear) as the center characters to a children's television show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5003565-88251728?l=snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/88251728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/88251728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88251728' title=''/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060326302551985558</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003565.post-88251566</id><published>2003-01-29T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T21:37:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://://sesamestreet.freeservers.com/cgi-bin/i/images/psnuffy.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Self Portrait: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5003565-88251566?l=snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/88251566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003565/posts/default/88251566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuffyspeanuts.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88251566' title=''/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06060326302551985558</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></entry></feed>
