<?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-12985438</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:02:21.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Front Porch Living</title><subtitle type='html'>Just your average girl living in the city.  I might be your neighbor.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlacrossthestreet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12985438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlacrossthestreet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>neighbor girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14568329012144985768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/46606210_4c2d07d036_t.jpg'/></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-12985438.post-113842022644983779</id><published>2006-01-27T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T22:50:26.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door</title><content type='html'>No family members found this blog, no nasty comments were left, and I didn't get my own domain.  It's just time.  I've tried blogging for a little over 2 years now and I've come to the conclusion that it's not for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12985438-113842022644983779?l=thegirlacrossthestreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlacrossthestreet.blogspot.com/feeds/113842022644983779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12985438&amp;postID=113842022644983779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12985438/posts/default/113842022644983779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12985438/posts/default/113842022644983779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlacrossthestreet.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-i-gave-up-my-seat-at-bar-and-i-head.html' title='So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door'/><author><name>neighbor girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14568329012144985768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/46606210_4c2d07d036_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
