<?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-8920521843694903133</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:39:06.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Learning to throw my head back and laugh once in a while</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141591981288289215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMZSoX9b5fI/AAAAAAAABFs/byy71PHq_BY/S220/Eunice%26Steve+055.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920521843694903133.post-8439837831039311459</id><published>2009-04-22T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:07:59.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose My Soul</title><content type='html'>Ok.. I admit... I like Toby Mac's music...simply love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this one has become my fav. The last three lines blew me away. Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Duj9sS-mqSo&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to watch the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Man I wanna tell ya'll something, Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Man I'm not gonna let these material thing's, get in my way, ya'll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm trying to get somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm trying to get somewhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Thats real and pure and true and eternal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Father God, I am clay in your hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Help me to stay that way through all life's demands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;'Cause they chip and they nag and they pull at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And every little thing I make up my mind to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Like I'm gonna be a daddy whose in the mix,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And I'm gonna be a husband who stays legit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And I pray that I'm an artist who rises above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The road that is wide and filled with self love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Everything that I see draws me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Though it's only in You that I can truly see that its a feast for the eyes- a low blow to purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And I'm a little kid at a three ring circus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(Mr. Franklin, Step up to the mic sir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The paparazzi flashes, and that they think that it's you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;But they don't know that who you are is not what you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;True, we get it twisted when we peak at the charts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Yo before we part from the start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Where's your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You a pimp, hustler?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Tell me what's your title,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;America has no more stars, now we call them idols,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You sit idle, While we teach prosperity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The first thing to prosper should be inside of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;We're free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Not because of 22's on the range,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;But Christ came in range, we said yes now we changed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Not the same, even though I made a fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Since I got that call, no more Saul, now I'm Paul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(YEP!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't wanna walk away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't wanna walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;How do I sense the tide that's rising?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;De-sensitizing me from living in light of eternity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;How do I sense the tide that's rising?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It's hypnotizing me from living in light of eternity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;How do I sense the tide that's rising?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;De-sensitizing me from living in light of eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(Lord what we gon do,We're relying on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;all eyes are on you Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;all eyes are on you, all eyes are on you Jesus.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(Don't let me lose my soul, my soul.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(This is my honesty, Father, won't you cover me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(Don't wanna walk away, and all those people say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(Don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose my soul.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Lord forgive us when we get consumed by the things of this world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;That fight for our love, and our passion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;As our eyes are open wide and on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Grant us the privilege of your world view,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; And may your kingdom be, what wakes us up, and lays us down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(Hallelujah, Don't wanna lose our soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;No, Don't wanna lose my soul.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920521843694903133-8439837831039311459?l=eublogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8439837831039311459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920521843694903133&amp;postID=8439837831039311459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/8439837831039311459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/8439837831039311459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/lose-my-soul.html' title='Lose My Soul'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141591981288289215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMZSoX9b5fI/AAAAAAAABFs/byy71PHq_BY/S220/Eunice%26Steve+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920521843694903133.post-982161559292749048</id><published>2009-01-27T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:19:33.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manager Hubby #2</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes, there are more of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Steve, excitedly, is describing a passage from the Bible to me (ref. Job chap 1), "Just imagine honey, God calls all the angels for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a con call/a team meeting&lt;/span&gt; and THEN Satan steps in..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) He sees our apartment's watchman snoring away at 9:00pm and says," Look at him! He needs a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;performance appraisal&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I ask him if he will make it on time in the evening. His response, "I'll &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;brief&lt;/span&gt; you by 5:30 pm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Obviously Steve is not the only one bitten by the Corporate Phraseology bug. A friend in his personal wedding invite writes "I'm taking my life to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the next level&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please pity me. I'm the poor listener trying to keep a straight face &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920521843694903133-982161559292749048?l=eublogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/feeds/982161559292749048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920521843694903133&amp;postID=982161559292749048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/982161559292749048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/982161559292749048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/manager-hubby-2.html' title='Manager Hubby #2'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141591981288289215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMZSoX9b5fI/AAAAAAAABFs/byy71PHq_BY/S220/Eunice%26Steve+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920521843694903133.post-3405351931806030766</id><published>2009-01-01T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:12:39.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year it is!</title><content type='html'>Shall I be pessimistic and say, “Yeah well, one more around the corner” or Shall I say, “New Hopes, new beginnings”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of the year, I open my door to let in the newspaper glaring this headline, “Five dead in Guwahati blasts”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot laugh at this today. I cannot turn the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of the year, terror has struck our country again. Any unrealistic hopes of fresh beginnings shaken in the wake that circumstances are still not in our control, there are still people out there who will hurt, kill and cause pain and there will be thousands out there in loss, pain and grief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of the promise I received on New Year’s Eve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty” – Pslam 91:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless we take shelter under God’s wings, we have no strength, no hope to face the realities that jolt us every day. We need His unfailing love, grace and mercy to carry us through 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my pastor said, “We do not know what 2009 holds, but we know the God of 2009”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, be our rock, our shelter…….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920521843694903133-3405351931806030766?l=eublogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3405351931806030766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920521843694903133&amp;postID=3405351931806030766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/3405351931806030766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/3405351931806030766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-it-is.html' title='New year it is!'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141591981288289215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMZSoX9b5fI/AAAAAAAABFs/byy71PHq_BY/S220/Eunice%26Steve+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920521843694903133.post-2310770637299256874</id><published>2008-11-20T00:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T04:11:22.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manager Hubby</title><content type='html'>You know you married the manager when....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He disconnects your calls through the day because he is in managerial meetings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He doesn't eat the lunch you cooked half-awake early morning because he has had to do a 'business meal'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He gets calls all the time interrupting your dinner time, your sleep time, shopping time, nap time......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You say, "no more chips before dinner!", He says," Baby, you're a hard task master"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You try and justify an action while he's giving his opinion, the response promptly is, "you're not being open to feedback"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He takes out oranges from the fridge, which no one knows how long they have been there, he says, very seriously - "Baby, I think these need a reality check"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoying everyday life with Stevie, the manager hubby :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920521843694903133-2310770637299256874?l=eublogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2310770637299256874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920521843694903133&amp;postID=2310770637299256874' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/2310770637299256874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/2310770637299256874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/manager-hubby.html' title='Manager Hubby'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141591981288289215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMZSoX9b5fI/AAAAAAAABFs/byy71PHq_BY/S220/Eunice%26Steve+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920521843694903133.post-1763555959632316415</id><published>2008-10-07T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T01:52:07.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facial Expressions</title><content type='html'>Ever had a time when you just don't get a nice pic. At a recent team outing, all pics of me were really funny....some candid camera was clicking away. So here are a few laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..yeah.. I know my new haircut looks like something out of the 70s and I think it is driving my family nuts. They prefer a more "off the face, all clipped up" hair do. But I like the wild hairdo is fun... easier to brush, gives my ever thinning hair more volume ,and I can throw back my "hair" and laugh.... yeah!...silly silliness,  but I love the "different me" look.... not sure I'll keep it...okay...okay I'm drifting... back to the pictures, then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SOsb3ucuNII/AAAAAAAABP4/suqtAwnj7bY/s1600-h/DSC03904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254324034433070210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SOsb3ucuNII/AAAAAAAABP4/suqtAwnj7bY/s320/DSC03904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; weighing things in the air....Alloo kitna kilo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254324483990156482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SOscR5Le9MI/AAAAAAAABQA/kgSbJz16k1E/s320/DSC03934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caught in a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254325590311367250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SOsdSSjA8lI/AAAAAAAABQI/u7C75JsGzpg/s320/DSC03935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When asked to do something goofy (as if I'm not goofy already!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254327655965884866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SOsfKhtbgcI/AAAAAAAABQQ/mfgRVVmLJZI/s320/DSC03936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Posing as the Hussain Sagar Buddha statue, seriously the worst task ever, since I find it hard to be still for more than a minute!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254329522794532050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SOsg3MMEDNI/AAAAAAAABQY/omr4kSombJ4/s320/DSC03949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Instructions, Instructions! I'm already feeling sorry for those who were listening :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My face is so telling... hahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920521843694903133-1763555959632316415?l=eublogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1763555959632316415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920521843694903133&amp;postID=1763555959632316415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/1763555959632316415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/1763555959632316415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/facial-expression.html' title='Facial Expressions'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141591981288289215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMZSoX9b5fI/AAAAAAAABFs/byy71PHq_BY/S220/Eunice%26Steve+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SOsb3ucuNII/AAAAAAAABP4/suqtAwnj7bY/s72-c/DSC03904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920521843694903133.post-1290962860029701082</id><published>2008-10-02T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T06:09:22.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again! Life in full spin</title><content type='html'>How did an entire month pass away since I last wrote on my blog. This can't be!! How can time pass away so quickly. So much happens and yet it feels like just yesterday. Well its been an adventurous month (or so I think)... Quite saddening in fact, given the increasing attacks in Orissa and Bangalore and the depressing news of bomb blasts and lives claimed by it... what is my counrty coming to? I seriously wonder.&lt;br /&gt;On the home front, Steve and I look the same I tink ( at least to each other), although I think steve may have lost some more hair and a few more of mine must have turned greyer. hahaha... I am positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also what happened in this month is my office colleagues and I went on an office outing. It was fun! I got to organize the games which means I didn't play any, which also means I didn't lose any Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also been a month where I met an old friend , Jessie and spent a wonderful girl talk afternoon with her. Steve swears I was away for six hours, but time couldn't go that quickly, could it? (Pst, Jessie, you know what you have to do if you are reading this blog...:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also been a month of new findings and new awakenings and new discoveries... among them of course is finding facebook! It's connected me to so many long lost friends! The downside is of course I am getting addicted!! not good~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does October hold- well I'll have to find out.&lt;br /&gt;For one, I have resolved to spend more time as a family with God, sooo important!&lt;br /&gt;I also look forward to meeting another old friend and her spouse this weekend! yay fun! Will have to put those culinary skills to test.&lt;br /&gt;Then there is wedding next week (oooh)&lt;br /&gt;and of course, I planning to visit my parents. So much happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, between allllll of this I will be struggling, praying and struggling a little more to finish all the editing coming up (whew!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;So long, hopefully more news more frequently&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, another thing, we got an internet connection at home in Sept!!&lt;br /&gt;Wow so much happening......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920521843694903133-1290962860029701082?l=eublogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1290962860029701082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920521843694903133&amp;postID=1290962860029701082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/1290962860029701082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/1290962860029701082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-again-life-in-full-spin.html' title='Back Again! Life in full spin'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141591981288289215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMZSoX9b5fI/AAAAAAAABFs/byy71PHq_BY/S220/Eunice%26Steve+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920521843694903133.post-4422870158681502238</id><published>2008-09-04T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:54:05.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My sis-in-law, Beulah, got married on June 30, 2008. We've been waiting so long for the pictures and now that they are out, we can't get enough of them. So here are a few pics of the pretty bride and of course the good looking family (hehehe....)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMDSTV-muUI/AAAAAAAABC0/_Un-ZWeGSDk/s1600-h/24.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242435194833614434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMDfCLoQNmI/AAAAAAAABEk/EXKYD7ekh6c/s320/24.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The Beautiful Bride &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242435998489130002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMDfw9eqNBI/AAAAAAAABEs/4q3wljc0K2k/s320/17.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The smartly dressed siblings, all set for church....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242434511207417618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMDeaY7ERxI/AAAAAAAABEc/GPLBcLucCRI/s320/13.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Woo hoo.. .who's that striking trio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242436589109051954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMDgTVtbAjI/AAAAAAAABE0/Z9sflqIvJZ8/s320/18.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Familieeeeeeeee! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242437361909026914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMDhAUnS0GI/AAAAAAAABE8/wmfwYxqIHiM/s320/42.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Walking down the aisle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242438469542242594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMDiAy3oaSI/AAAAAAAABFM/cOLLw8fIGlg/s320/43.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally! A look at our Bridegroom! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242439763032902018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMDjMFf1iYI/AAAAAAAABFU/21O_gKDs5qE/s320/49.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Vows &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242437907971110050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMDhgG2o9KI/AAAAAAAABFE/oU0cVonqzcI/s320/71.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Presenting Mr. and Mrs. Peddi (psst..stevie, stop being kabab main haddi baby!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242440445321725442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMDjzzOKxgI/AAAAAAAABFc/ZX8CrDSajfY/s320/80.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Wedded!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242429815653899650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMDaJEn3nYI/AAAAAAAABEE/UwgPOqcaelM/s320/71.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Reception&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242441177485395666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMDkeavlxtI/AAAAAAAABFk/kh0V7rovwBE/s320/79.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Beulah holding tight to her new hubby :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920521843694903133-4422870158681502238?l=eublogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4422870158681502238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920521843694903133&amp;postID=4422870158681502238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/4422870158681502238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/4422870158681502238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/weddings.html' title='Weddings!'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141591981288289215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMZSoX9b5fI/AAAAAAAABFs/byy71PHq_BY/S220/Eunice%26Steve+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMDfCLoQNmI/AAAAAAAABEk/EXKYD7ekh6c/s72-c/24.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920521843694903133.post-1475094346022672288</id><published>2008-08-28T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T04:52:29.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does my coffee cup go empty?</title><content type='html'>It’s just not fair. Coffee cups should never run dry. We should never be allowed to see the bottom white end of our coffee cups. Wouldn’t it be wonderful for it to just keep filling up, all by it self. That way on my work station, I would always smell the wonderful smell of coffee. I love when I walk into my office and smell a fresh coffee being brewed in the kitchen. It is simply delightful. Sometimes I can’t wait for the cup to come to my desk and its always tragic when I pick up my cup for a sip and realize its empty (sigh). How can just a few sips and gulp end my bliss. You may say, well don’t drink your coffee and you’ll have a full cup sitting there… hahaha.. very funny.. .what I want is, a magic cup of coffee….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920521843694903133-1475094346022672288?l=eublogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1475094346022672288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920521843694903133&amp;postID=1475094346022672288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/1475094346022672288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/1475094346022672288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-does-my-coffee-cup-go-empty.html' title='Why does my coffee cup go empty?'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141591981288289215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMZSoX9b5fI/AAAAAAAABFs/byy71PHq_BY/S220/Eunice%26Steve+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920521843694903133.post-4380722339971527991</id><published>2008-08-22T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T03:19:40.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons for the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have decided to keep a record of the lessons I am learning both professionally and personally. So here’s my list for the week:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t dump too much information – A feedback I have received from Steve. He says that in my eagerness to help, I sometimes dump too much information on people making it difficult for people to process. I think he is right. So here is to ‘bite-size’, ‘filtering’, ‘zip it’ and ‘put a clamp on it’ me in the coming days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family is your best critic- Lets’ face it. People who stay in closed quarters with you are more likely to notice your weaknesses. So I am paying better attention to hubby dearest. But sweetie, please remember this works both ways ;). This also means I must humbly listen to my parents, in laws and all four siblings. I may not always agree with them, but I must make the choice to LISTEN to them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take small but sure steps – Ideally I’d like to get all my work done in one day, realistically I know it’s impossible. I’m learning to take small, but sure steps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep in touch with friends – They are a real encouragement and source of inspiration. I met a good old friend this week and it did me so much good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay optimistic – Pessimism is in abundance, but I must choose  to stay optimistic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray and preserve to do good – It’s a verse I read in the Bible this week that says persevere to do good. I pray for strength to make the choice to persevere to do good. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t stuff the washing machine! – Hehehe.. I did that this week and I realize I was at risk of completely losing my washing machine functionality. God knows we cannot survive with that lovely gadget. So here is a reminder to me- Don’t stuff the washing machine!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920521843694903133-4380722339971527991?l=eublogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4380722339971527991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920521843694903133&amp;postID=4380722339971527991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/4380722339971527991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/4380722339971527991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/2008/08/lessons-for-week.html' title='Lessons for the week'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141591981288289215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMZSoX9b5fI/AAAAAAAABFs/byy71PHq_BY/S220/Eunice%26Steve+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920521843694903133.post-1008592807826408141</id><published>2008-08-08T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T03:35:07.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me Jesus</title><content type='html'>I heard this song today and love it it.  The words are very simple, but isn't that how faith is supposed to be?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jeremy Camp is a great artist. Since i still haven't learned how to add an audio file to my posts, here are the lyrics and the link where you can go to listen/download&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3raid.com/search/download-mp3/3/jeremy_camp/1.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mp3raid.com/search/download-mp3/3/jeremy_camp/1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, when I rise&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, when I rise&lt;br /&gt;In the morning,  when I rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Give me Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Give me Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;You  can have all this world,&lt;br /&gt;Just give me Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am alone,&lt;br /&gt;When  I am alone,&lt;br /&gt;When I am alone,&lt;br /&gt;Give me Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Give  me Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Give me Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;You can have all this world,&lt;br /&gt;Just give me  Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come to die,&lt;br /&gt;When I come to die,&lt;br /&gt;When I come to  die,&lt;br /&gt;Give me Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Give me Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Give me  Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;You can have all this world,&lt;br /&gt;Just give me Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me  Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Give me Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Give me Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;You can have all this  world,&lt;br /&gt;You can have all this world,&lt;br /&gt;You can have all this world,&lt;br /&gt;Just  give me Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920521843694903133-1008592807826408141?l=eublogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1008592807826408141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920521843694903133&amp;postID=1008592807826408141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/1008592807826408141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/1008592807826408141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/2008/08/give-me-jesus.html' title='Give me Jesus'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141591981288289215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMZSoX9b5fI/AAAAAAAABFs/byy71PHq_BY/S220/Eunice%26Steve+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920521843694903133.post-8147369779259700293</id><published>2008-08-04T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T04:36:32.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new month! Here's to rain and more rain and more rain... at least in Hyderabad. Its been overcast skies all weekend. Although I am a sunshine person most of the time, here are a few things I love about the present season:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to the rain - Reference- last evening while i was in the kitchen, i heard the rain for a good half hour... It was music to my ears!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fresh flowers! Flowers have been in bloom because of the rain, and i am loving it!!! I am a big time flower person of course.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A nice cool breeze post a downpour. I caught one today in office while the electricity was out.. it was divine!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fresh fruits! Especially apples in plenty.... yeah!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Umbrellas!! Thank you whoever invented umbrellas! they are the bestest for the weather..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curling into a warm blanket... our house gets quite cold....brrrr... love the blanket... only problem is I find it hard to get out in the morning... hmmmm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free car wash... i know its amazing! we can take our dusty car in the rain and get a free car wash, and no you can't convince me of the slush and mud splats. Hey get real! their part of the deal!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hugs.... Great weather for hugs,hugs and more hugs!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coffee or Tea... whichever beverage, just make sure their steaming hot mugs and mugs of  them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;uh....uh... can't think of one right now.... it may come back to me.....:) :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920521843694903133-8147369779259700293?l=eublogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8147369779259700293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920521843694903133&amp;postID=8147369779259700293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/8147369779259700293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/8147369779259700293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141591981288289215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMZSoX9b5fI/AAAAAAAABFs/byy71PHq_BY/S220/Eunice%26Steve+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920521843694903133.post-6334910039272152992</id><published>2008-07-31T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:52:26.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Grace"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steve and I are always conscious of how greatly we have been blessed. We have two great sets of parents, a bunch of siblings and warm love all around us. We both have good jobs, have been doing well professionally which means we have sufficient food on our table and great clothes to wear :)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if that wasn’t enough, in March 2008, we were blessed with a house of our own. When choosing a name for our apartment, we decided to name it “Grace”. We know that as a young couple who have only been married eight months, we have an easier life than most others do and we believe this is only by God’s grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved into the home in late April 2008 and we are loving it! I know, it’s high time that we share a few pictures of our home with you and so here you go! Take a peek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the house for me is the marble flooring. I have never lived in a house with marble flooring and I am still enamored that my home has marble flooring…. Yeah !!! (ok I’m going nuts again!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229153924883804498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SJGvyhiJ8VI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-w9imjrzt4Y/s320/DSC05693.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Of course every nice house should have a front door!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229154473470663058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SJGwSdLdGZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/wkvfCXmvWy0/s320/DSC05694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Living Room! Yeah we still need to get furniture..but look at the floor!!! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229154996495746690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SJGww5mWhoI/AAAAAAAAAms/OOIuF59z6qs/s320/DSC05696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Dining Area!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229156201403910866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SJGx3CO2CtI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Dy5zbgwIHFU/s320/DSC05699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our Bedroom!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229156465696218450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SJGyGazCnVI/AAAAAAAAAm8/hX1L1g8mP7k/s320/DSC05703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Other Bedroom- which we have named the green room since the paint is green :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally the Kitchen! But where's the Kitchen? ! Sorry guys the pic didn't come out so well so here is what it looks like from the dining area&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229157080120080290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SJGyqLtGt6I/AAAAAAAAAnE/J-SyQAx01IQ/s320/DSC05690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Will do better next time... .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920521843694903133-6334910039272152992?l=eublogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6334910039272152992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920521843694903133&amp;postID=6334910039272152992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/6334910039272152992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/6334910039272152992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/2008/07/grace.html' title='&quot;Grace&quot;'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141591981288289215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMZSoX9b5fI/AAAAAAAABFs/byy71PHq_BY/S220/Eunice%26Steve+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SJGvyhiJ8VI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-w9imjrzt4Y/s72-c/DSC05693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920521843694903133.post-6429143717181243272</id><published>2008-07-30T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T01:26:29.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>If you must really know me, you must also know that the core of my being and my becoming is my faith. Yes, I am Christian and I believe in Jesus. My faith is very personal to me and I am sure it will surface and reflect in my blog writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot boast to always having a strong, powerful faith. Far from it. As much as I wish it was that way, in reality, I’ve had my highs and lows in my journey of faith. There are times when my faith has been flaky, a whimper, a wisp…but it’s been there all the same…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of that line from the Prince of Egypt song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Though hope is frail, it’s hard to kill”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something so true, so ancient in it that I know without it, I cannot live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is to my life, my Faith..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“May your unfailing love come to me, O LORD,&lt;br /&gt;Your salvation according to your promise” – Psalm 119:41&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920521843694903133-6429143717181243272?l=eublogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6429143717181243272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920521843694903133&amp;postID=6429143717181243272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/6429143717181243272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/6429143717181243272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/2008/07/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141591981288289215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMZSoX9b5fI/AAAAAAAABFs/byy71PHq_BY/S220/Eunice%26Steve+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920521843694903133.post-7220600212755256794</id><published>2008-07-28T03:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T04:06:53.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uurrrgh… A writer’s block…</title><content type='html'>Okay I’m having a writer’s block right now. I am trying to write this important piece of communication right now and I am getting nowhere with it. Add sleep to that. I need coffee and I can’t wait when I’ll be served freshly made coffee at my work station. It will be so welcomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t particularly like it when my head goes fuzzy and I can’t put one good thought together. When I am supposed to put some professional piece together and my brain struggles to comprehend the task at hand (see it took me one minute to write that line out, a clear indication of my sorry state!!) Now if only my fingers would fly on the keyboard and thoughts would flow like smooth honey (pathetic imagery but anyway) rather than the Limbo state I find myself right now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is that cooooffffeee? and btw..if you haven't figured it out already, I love coffee.... but more on that subject later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920521843694903133-7220600212755256794?l=eublogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7220600212755256794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920521843694903133&amp;postID=7220600212755256794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/7220600212755256794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/7220600212755256794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/2008/07/uurrrgh-writers-block.html' title='Uurrrgh… A writer’s block…'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141591981288289215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMZSoX9b5fI/AAAAAAAABFs/byy71PHq_BY/S220/Eunice%26Steve+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920521843694903133.post-3259473047208799790</id><published>2008-07-25T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T05:02:29.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Life</title><content type='html'>Last evening, I was not happy. I had been waiting for the past 40 minutes for my husband to pick me and he had just phoned me saying he was stuck in a traffic jam and was going to be late. I tried hard to keep my anger in check. Of course it was not his fault that he got held up at his job... of course it was not his fault that there was a traffic jam at a highly unexpected area. But I didn’t like waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially detested waiting at the end of a mall, in a poorly lit corner where men passed and ogled at me (yyyeeeeuuuck). I had two heavy bags which meant my back was killing me, and I had heels on which meant my feet were killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I am standing all by myself, scolding myself saying ,” Come on… be mature about this, he’ll be here soon.”… when another ten minutes pass by and I notice our car finally pulls to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still struggling with not being upset with my hubby as I open the door, but  I cannot resist saying, “ I am not happy!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear husband looks at me and says, ‘I am sorry, baby.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he goes on to say, what I call the most philosophical lines I have ever heard him say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I did not expect the traffic jam, but that is life. We have traffic jams and we end up keeping  people waiting. Tomorrow, again I will put dark chocolate sweets in your lunch box, so you can enjoy them ..and that is life, too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, of course, had handpicked all the dark choclates he could find the day before, and had put them in my lunch box for the day.... I know, sooo adorable...  Any lingering traces of irritation dissolved immediately, Steve got a peck on his check. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12:30 in the night, I wrote Steve a love note and…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920521843694903133-3259473047208799790?l=eublogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3259473047208799790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920521843694903133&amp;postID=3259473047208799790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/3259473047208799790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/3259473047208799790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-life.html' title='This is Life'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141591981288289215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMZSoX9b5fI/AAAAAAAABFs/byy71PHq_BY/S220/Eunice%26Steve+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920521843694903133.post-1530315417378372265</id><published>2008-07-24T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:52:26.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's US</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SIhYEsIDOTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xLisJGt4UCo/s1600-h/Eunice%26Steve+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226524205151107378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SIhYEsIDOTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xLisJGt4UCo/s320/Eunice%26Steve+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SIhXgFHFXII/AAAAAAAAAlo/QboZQByr1ow/s1600-h/Eunice%26Steve+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a pic of me and my hubby dearest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920521843694903133-1530315417378372265?l=eublogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1530315417378372265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920521843694903133&amp;postID=1530315417378372265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/1530315417378372265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/1530315417378372265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-are-pic-of-me-and-my-hubby-dearest.html' title='That&apos;s US'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141591981288289215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMZSoX9b5fI/AAAAAAAABFs/byy71PHq_BY/S220/Eunice%26Steve+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SIhYEsIDOTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xLisJGt4UCo/s72-c/Eunice%26Steve+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920521843694903133.post-4925961998801316951</id><published>2008-07-23T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T02:25:03.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu blogs</title><content type='html'>So.. I began this process, but failed miserably the last time (I even forgot the login details to my previous blog) … and so I start again…with greater resolve to this time at least posting one blog per week … (I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Eu Da you may ask… well it’s a name my friends from college gave me….mostly Ass (short form for Aishwarya) and Rascal (aka Deepthi) … and it stuck …. Three years later, it still appears to still have been stuck somewhere in my subconscious because when met with the absolutely challenging task of titling my blog, I heard them (my old friends) in my teeny brain screaming “Euuuuuuuuu Daaaaaaaa”, just as they used to call out when we were across the corridor in college… and that is that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu Da used to be their short form of course for my maiden name (Eunice Das)…. and yes I am now blissfully married….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok on to your next question- Why blogging? – Well I have so many thoughts in my head and I have stopped journaling in the diary I used to keep, so I decided why not.…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you of course…tons of comic relief…. Since I assure you, both Steve (my hubby) and I live very adventurous and comic lives (or so I think!) and well … in a nutshell we are nuts! (ahh… see, you are getting the point…)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go… I hope you enjoy reading through all my musings, ramblings and perspectives…and basically the story of my daily life … J…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yenjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920521843694903133-4925961998801316951?l=eublogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4925961998801316951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920521843694903133&amp;postID=4925961998801316951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/4925961998801316951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920521843694903133/posts/default/4925961998801316951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eublogs.blogspot.com/2008/07/eu-blogs.html' title='Eu blogs'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141591981288289215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu6ZvF2tozw/SMZSoX9b5fI/AAAAAAAABFs/byy71PHq_BY/S220/Eunice%26Steve+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
