<?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-15893932</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:32:41.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gigis Memories</title><subtitle type='html'>These are the memories of a yankee lady in the south who desires to share her life experiences with her family. Laugh, cry , learn, from one who has been there, done that.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06433331915148699248</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-15893932.post-112828073594631221</id><published>2005-10-02T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T12:18:55.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees and autumns' splendor</title><content type='html'>" I think that I will never see, a poem lovely as a tree"&lt;br /&gt;                                                       ...Joyce Kilmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love trees.....driving around this great city with its majestic sprawling oaks...the swaying palms of Fl...the most of all, I think, the glorious and awesome beauty of  the trees in  the U.P. in the autumn ! I remember these master-pieces ,painted by Gods' hand and then my heart sings "how great thou art"!Perhaps the most beautiful of all, was that "Old Rugged Cross" on calvarys hill.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, He grew the tree that He knew would be used to make the old  rugged cross... where my sin and salvation was paid for in full.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for trees and my eyes to see them with&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15893932-112828073594631221?l=gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112828073594631221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15893932&amp;postID=112828073594631221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112828073594631221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112828073594631221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/trees-and-autumns-splendor.html' title='Trees and autumns&apos; splendor'/><author><name>Gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06433331915148699248</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15893932.post-112802535989069855</id><published>2005-09-29T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T13:22:39.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the kids</title><content type='html'>Just a bit of nonsense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite upon the stairs,I saw a little man who wasn't there&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't there again today&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish  he'd go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bare-foot boy with boots on came crawling down the street&lt;br /&gt;His pants were full of pockets,his boots were full of feet&lt;br /&gt;He was born when he was a baby&lt;br /&gt;his mothers' pride and joy&lt;br /&gt;His only sister was a girl&lt;br /&gt;his brother was a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in a meadow in an itty bitty pool&lt;br /&gt;fam  fwee itty fitties and the mama fittie two&lt;br /&gt;"fwim" said the mama fittie "fwim if you can"&lt;br /&gt;and they fwam and they fwam right over the dam .&lt;br /&gt;Boop, boop dittum dattum one um choo&lt;br /&gt;boop boop dittum dattum one um choo and it&lt;br /&gt; was a 'lark', 'til all of a suddne they&lt;br /&gt;saw a great shark.&lt;br /&gt;"Stop"! cried the mama fittie ! and quick as&lt;br /&gt;they could they turned on their tails and&lt;br /&gt;back over the dam they fwam to the&lt;br /&gt;pool in the meadow.&lt;br /&gt;Boop boop dittum dattum one-um choo.&lt;br /&gt;Boop boop dittum dattum one-um choo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15893932-112802535989069855?l=gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112802535989069855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15893932&amp;postID=112802535989069855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112802535989069855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112802535989069855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/2005/09/for-kids.html' title='For the kids'/><author><name>Gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06433331915148699248</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15893932.post-112759596571846950</id><published>2005-09-24T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T14:06:05.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Quiet Place</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is another quiet and lonely Saturday,but I 'm not really complaining....my dearest Friend called me to meet with Him  in my special  quiet place in my bedroom-just passing time working my crosswords and listening to Christian radio when I heard Him speak to me in some beautiful music.So I put aside my puzzle and listened. Have you heard "whosoever will may come"? Thank you Lord, you included me  in that 'whosoever will' as all of you are that are reading this! It is so beautiful!Another song,"No wonder they call Him Saviour" Chris, I think you know that one..Oh! Another, "Under His Control"..Such a precious promise and assurance.....in these last days -the hurricanes and storms-trials and woes etc. just to know He is in control,even the billows roll,His mighty Hand is still in control and  I can rejoice in my soul! Ah yes, it will be worth it all when we see Him -face to face !Another song" I need you more than ever" I wish Rodney would have the choir or mens' quartet sing  some of these. I love to hear  Men sing.All these songs were sung by men.Well, don't you know "He washed my eyes with tears" and lifted the gloom  and blessed my soul. Oh-All week that song that Rodney sings-"Feeling Fine" has been going thru' my mind and just now that quartet on the radio sang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cheered again this AM when Mike called from Utah as he does 'most every weekend.We just  share our daily lives,kid around a little and laugh a lot-and he amazes with some of his deeper thoughts.Thank you Mike.Time is up for now in this  my Quiet Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Gods' best to each of you&lt;br /&gt;Mom -Grandma and Gigi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am so thankful  I have ears to hear beautiful music, My family to call me "mom" "grandma" and "gigi"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15893932-112759596571846950?l=gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112759596571846950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15893932&amp;postID=112759596571846950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112759596571846950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112759596571846950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-quiet-place.html' title='My Quiet Place'/><author><name>Gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06433331915148699248</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15893932.post-112741992221525048</id><published>2005-09-22T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T13:12:02.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quiet Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gigismemories.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Quiet Place&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15893932-112741992221525048?l=gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112741992221525048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15893932&amp;postID=112741992221525048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112741992221525048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112741992221525048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/2005/09/quiet-place.html' title='A Quiet Place'/><author><name>Gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06433331915148699248</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-15893932.post-112727342808099877</id><published>2005-09-20T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T20:30:28.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>Well now,where did I leave off.... Oh yes, I was about 2 yrs old when baby brother, Leon, was born.I must have been going on 5 yrs when we moved to N. Monroe St....a nice big house with a big front porch which I would sit on and pretend I was reading the evening newspaper as I had noticed neighbors doing.. while waiting for daddy to come home from work.That fall I started Kindergarten-big brother,Dale,would walk me to school in the morning, but my class getting out in early afternoon, I would walk with other 5yr olds.One snowy winter day-snow piled up on both sides of the walk,I was walking home, Ihad my first experience with rejection.A little boy,for no reason at all-maybe he just didin't like my looks(I was cross-eyed at the time) pushed me down in the snow. My face all covered with snow and crying I went on home.Mama felt sad for me and later on-you guessed it daddy came home and really comforted me..For some time after that I was afraid to walk home from school but had to and I would always watch out for that little boy.Oh I know,it was just 'kid stuff' but it made a lasting memory for this shy 5yr old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A nice memory.Mama made me a simple but pretty dotted swiss dress.It was red with white dots I was sure dressed up and proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While daddy was a soft place to fall,mama was good at discipline.She had a little wooden paddle and when she had enough of 3 kids naughtiness she would get that paddle and when we heard her walking heavy we knew we were in for it.We quickly got up on the black leather davenport,big eyed and scared. I don't recall her ever using it on us but whe probalbly did. Later that paddle come up missing-never did know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember too much about Christmas at that house.We did have a fireplace and hung our stockings.We got a big orange( a real treat and some English walnuts which grandpa sent from Calif. more than once.I had seen pictures of stockings filled with dolls ,toys and books but never ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, a sad event.I was told there would be another baby come to our family.When mama went into labor my dad had to walk a few blocks to get the doctor as we didn't have a phone nor a car.While he was gone, mama delivered a still-born baby boy who came feet first and strangled on the umbilical cord.What and awful  thing it must have been for her!!Then daddy returned with the doctor and his black bag which I thought he brought the baby in. I can see it now... baby Donald, laid out on a pillow  on the library table in a little white gown.Daddy let me see his fingers and toes..I cried so hard and daddy took me on his lap,sitting in the big black leather rocking chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now.I hope you all haven't been too bores.There are happier times ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is...ceasing to worry leaveing the future to God who controls the future.Yesterday is gone forever,tomorrow never comes-all we have is today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15893932-112727342808099877?l=gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112727342808099877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15893932&amp;postID=112727342808099877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112727342808099877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112727342808099877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/2005/09/kindergarten.html' title='Kindergarten'/><author><name>Gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06433331915148699248</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15893932.post-112672675479888124</id><published>2005-09-14T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T12:39:14.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fire</title><content type='html'>Albion was the home of Albion College(Methodist) and across Mich. Ave  from our house.,there was a fraaternity house.One morning we were awakened by a big fire  over there.I remember big brother and I standing in our night clothes at the front window watching the commotion and frightened by what we saw and didin't understand. I adored my big brother and he was always there for his little sister.When he would take his shoes off, I was in them (silly!) I was so shy-all my life-One day he took me to visit his class at school. He was 8 and I was 4. I sat in a seat across the aisle from him. I needed to do #1 but didn't know where to go and too shy to ask.I got up and went to stand by his desk- well don't you know, I had an accident and shamed us both, but he didn't let on.I never visited school again until I entered Kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Faith is...Something God will prove genuine by testing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15893932-112672675479888124?l=gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112672675479888124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15893932&amp;postID=112672675479888124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112672675479888124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112672675479888124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/2005/09/fire.html' title='The Fire'/><author><name>Gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06433331915148699248</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15893932.post-112620120397456008</id><published>2005-09-08T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T10:40:03.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earliest Memories</title><content type='html'>We lived in a double house on Mich Ave in  Albion .Next door lived a couple by the name of Conklin. I was 'Daddys little girl" and when I was  I was sad he was sad.Boo Hoo.When I was about 4 yrs old, I got a little doll for Christmas and I wanted to show her to the Conklins,our neighbors,so daddy took me out the door and somehow my little fingers got caught in the door-ooooh-it hurt-it hurt daddy too,but he consoled me.We cried.He was so soft hearted and sentimental..Later on I dropped that little doll and it broke her head and my heart and of course daddys' heart also.Ha Ha. and again he was my comfort. My dear mother was of a gentle,quiet,and loving spirit.The best mother. During WWW11 and the great inflenza epidemic, she nursed daddy ,biib brother and my unckle back to health but she got so rundown   and was miserable all through her pregnancy with me. I used to think I was  an 'accident' but never doubted  I was wanted and loved.Of course  now I know with God  I was no 'accident' for He knew me and  to whom and when I would be born.Thank you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15893932-112620120397456008?l=gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112620120397456008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15893932&amp;postID=112620120397456008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112620120397456008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112620120397456008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/2005/09/earliest-memories.html' title='Earliest Memories'/><author><name>Gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06433331915148699248</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-15893932.post-112559913757212722</id><published>2005-09-01T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T11:25:37.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning thanking the Lord for bringing through another nite into a new day.Plus, thanking Him for the roof over my head...airconditiong...refrigeration and food in the kitchen and indoor plumbing and so far as I know, my family up and about also.I have made a post...Once Upon a Time and it comes up for me but I am wondering if any of you are getting it? Chris said she was waiting  for one but evidently didn't get it.I suppose I am not doing something right.Let me know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15893932-112559913757212722?l=gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112559913757212722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15893932&amp;postID=112559913757212722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112559913757212722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112559913757212722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/2005/09/wondering.html' title='Wondering'/><author><name>Gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06433331915148699248</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-15893932.post-112543327973144150</id><published>2005-08-30T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T13:21:19.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time</title><content type='html'>Yes, once upon a time in accordance with Gods' plan and time,a baby girl was delivered  to her parents on Aug. 27th 1919 in Albion, Mich  and to her big brother who was 4 yrs old. It boggles my mind to know that our all knowing God , knew ME by name way back in eternity and to whom, when and where and that HE had a plan and purpose for my being,although I have never been able  to understand clearly that purpose.It has been a long journey-a loving family-happy childhood and fulfilled adulthood and many friends over the years and along the way.Surely, Gods' hand has beenupon me thru' all the hills and vallies of this journey.More later on these.I think my nest blog will be titiled 'Earliest Memories' Did I bore you with this one? I am so new with this.Bear with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15893932-112543327973144150?l=gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112543327973144150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15893932&amp;postID=112543327973144150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112543327973144150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112543327973144150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/2005/08/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time'/><author><name>Gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06433331915148699248</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-15893932.post-112540778145202222</id><published>2005-08-30T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T06:16:21.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning!</title><content type='html'>I am on this morrning but can't do much as I need to catch our bus to Walmart.Will try to get a blog out later(hopefully&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15893932-112540778145202222?l=gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112540778145202222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15893932&amp;postID=112540778145202222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112540778145202222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15893932/posts/default/112540778145202222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gigismemorycorner.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-morning.html' title='good morning!'/><author><name>Gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06433331915148699248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
