<?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-5211667386152218629</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:58:15.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled Julie Dove Blog Project</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliedove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211667386152218629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliedove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie Dove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYd4MyZ1Sc/TeHhv6-xqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CS1dcu_9tIo/s220/8.5x8.5_2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211667386152218629.post-5239319031942819055</id><published>2011-10-13T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T22:45:57.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Where It Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, I've paid a great deal of money, not joking to get this blog designed so I thought why not start using it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wish I could tell you to subscribe for great daily insight or that it will be the funniest thing you've ever read. However, I'm taking things one day at a time, sometimes one hour at time and on recent occasion one minute at a time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel I must write about &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/happy-endings"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Endings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the new hit sitcom on ABC. The cast is so amazing. I had so much fun working on my little ol' scene. See if I write it that way it's got a southern charm to it and it's not like saying, "I had so much fun doing my two lines." It's a southern thing, like when a group of southern women see a poor girl in a dress that's probably not the fanciest in the world and say, "look at that dress bless her heart." You think these women are being sweet, but it's actually condescending. I am totally fine being condescending to myself, but I won't tolerate it from anyone else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The internet is forever so I'm gonna admit I'm afraid to write what I'm really thinking. The biggest part of being a grown up is learning to stop worrying about what people think. And I'll be damned it's also the hardest part of being an adult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is the end of The One Where It Begins. Let's see where we go from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5211667386152218629-5239319031942819055?l=juliedove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211667386152218629/posts/default/5239319031942819055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5211667386152218629/posts/default/5239319031942819055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliedove.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-where-it-begins.html' title='The One Where It Begins'/><author><name>Julie Dove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYd4MyZ1Sc/TeHhv6-xqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CS1dcu_9tIo/s220/8.5x8.5_2.png'/></author></entry></feed>
