<?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-12136018</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:31:46.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lima Bean's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>It's all about me!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lima Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15930894474947984777</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12136018.post-112130887396453534</id><published>2005-07-14T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T19:41:13.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My mom woke me up at 8:30 to go pick up my friend Storm at his summer camp.  We went to go pick him up and he was sitting there playing the game cube.  We went home and he played one level on Worms. Worms is a game where you get to choose your weapon and you go against other worms and the first person to kill all the other team's worms wins the game. Then we went downstairs to play Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic and the cleaning people came so we went upstairs and played worms again.  Eventually the cleaning people were done the room that we were playing Stars Wars in, so we went downstairs and played Halo2, and I kept killing Storm.  Then we went outside to the pool.  I have a boogie board that Storm and I tried to surf on. We kept falling off and the boogie board would land back on the pool edge where we started.  Then we came back up to the house and Storm got dressed and we played Halo2 some more.  Finally, Storm's dad got here and he left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12136018-112130887396453534?l=limabeanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112130887396453534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12136018&amp;postID=112130887396453534' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default/112130887396453534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default/112130887396453534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/2005/07/friends-together.html' title='Friends Together'/><author><name>Lima Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15930894474947984777</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-12136018.post-111928473578187586</id><published>2005-06-20T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T09:26:32.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Day/Boring Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm finally off on summer vacation and the second day I got off I invited my friends A&amp;amp;D to come play in the pool. Right once my other friend came over to my house, they went home. My other friend's name is Crabby Patty. I went home with him to a baseball game and we played wall ball with the ball I had brought with me. There was a helicopter that landed two fields away from us because a girl, who wasn't paying attention during the game, turned her head and the ball hit her in the face.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had a sleepover and we played with army men, then we went downstairs for playstation, then we went upstairs for a snack from the pantry. Next we went back downstairs and finished our game on the playstation, then we went and finished the army battle. Finally, we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;When we woke up we had pancakes. Then Crabby Patty's cousin came over and we played volleyball. Then another cousin came over and he played tennis with us, but he broke the racquet. The whole top came off of it because he was swinging it so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then my mom picked me up and after that, it was another boring day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12136018-111928473578187586?l=limabeanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111928473578187586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12136018&amp;postID=111928473578187586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default/111928473578187586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default/111928473578187586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/2005/06/fun-dayboring-day.html' title='Fun Day/Boring Day'/><author><name>Lima Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15930894474947984777</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-12136018.post-111404961558362549</id><published>2005-04-21T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T19:13:35.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lima Bean's Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I got a bike tonight. It's red, white, two-wheels and already has some scratches on it from me riding it. This afternoon, I was riding it forever... until dinner. Then I came back out and I was going almost sideways. One turn, I was going so sideways, that my pedal was shedding on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was riding my bike, I felt like I was up in the sky. Like in the &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/em&gt; movie, when he's up on Buckbeak, flying across the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a bike because it was Bicycle Safety Week and I had never ridden a two-wheeled bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to buy one for myself so I could practice at home. Another reason is because there's a park across our street with trails that have hills and bumps on it, and that's why I got a dirt bike. My plan is to stack logs on the trails and make ramps and put up obstacle courses, like trees and branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get older, I'm going to buy a newer bike that's better, if they make a new bike by then. So then I can get in the race that Lance Armstrong is in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12136018-111404961558362549?l=limabeanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111404961558362549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12136018&amp;postID=111404961558362549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default/111404961558362549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default/111404961558362549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/lima-beans-bike.html' title='Lima Bean&apos;s Bike'/><author><name>Lima Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15930894474947984777</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-12136018.post-111396279513681527</id><published>2005-04-20T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T19:11:12.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo 2 is the Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Video games are fun. But sometimes you have to take a rest, and that's the one thing I hate. But when I am playing video games, this is the video game that I usually would play if my brother has the X-box home. And the game is called Halo 2. It's a game where you fight against aliens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LEVELS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I like the third to last level and the last level because you get to go against giant brutes which are furry, disgusting, violent, have terrible hygiene, and are monsters that hold weapons called an Alien Pistol or a Brute Shotgun. And the Captain Brutes have red flags hanging off of their back. They carry Human Shotguns. The main Captain Brute has a giant stick that's very heavy and at the end of the last level, he gets a very strong shield. And it can only be destroyed with an Alien Sniper Rifle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In the second to last level, you get to go against the Flood, which are dead bodies of human marines and aliens. Let me describe them. They have giant knives hanging out of their left arm which they whack live humans and aliens with and a regular hand on the other arm, which they hold a weapon with. Most of the weapons they hold are human weapons, which are a shotgun, machine gun, a sniper machine gun, a sniper, a bazooka, and lots of other weapons that I can't think of right now. These are the two weapons that I think are best to destroy them with: a human shotgun, which only takes one shot or an alien sword, which sometimes kills them in two hits or one hit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;CHARACTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There are four people who are the govenant captains. Here are three of their names: Regret, Truth, and Mercy. Here are some of the aliens that they own: red, tall aliens that have three things sticking out of their mouths and they move in and out to talk, and blue ones that are the exact same. And green flying aliens that would usually hold an alien pistol, which you are able to charge up and then let go of the fire button and it will shoot a bigger shot than just pushing the fire button quick. Another weapon they can hold is a needle gun, which can fire very, very fast and it goes into the body, then blows up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There is another alien that I want to talk about. It is a very, very small alien that has a giant back sticking over its head which comes in two colors: either red or tan. It also has a tiny head sticking out of it. It holds an alien pistol or a needle gun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There's another alien called a jackal, which holds an alien sniper rifle or an alien pistol. It has very long legs but a very small body and a head that sticks out. It has a crocodile mouth and runs very, very fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;VEHICLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In the game, there are vehicles like a warthog. A warthog is a three-person ride that has a machine gun or a cannon on the back. There's a side seat for a passenger and a driver's seat. Another vehicle is a scorpion, which is a giant tank that can hold five people. There is one driver's seat and four wheels that can fit two people on one side and two on another. Another vehicle is a banchee, which is an alien transport that can carry one alien that flies around in the air. It has bombs on it and two alien machine guns on it. The next vehicle is a ghost, which is a hover car that holds one passenger, has two machine guns and has super speed on it. There's another name that I can not think of, but here's a description of it. It has two machine guns on the side of it, one giant canon on the top, is able to use super speed and it hovers off of the ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WHAT SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love to play this game because it has a lot of action in it. The only bad thing about it is that you have limited ammunition which gets confusing sometimes, because then I have to find another weapon when I'm getting killed. The only time that I'm able to play Halo 2 is on spring break or winter break or if my brother forgets to take it back to school over the school year. Another time is the whole summer, but the bad thing about it is that I have to read at least 30 minutes in order to be able to play it for an hour, which sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12136018-111396279513681527?l=limabeanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111396279513681527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12136018&amp;postID=111396279513681527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default/111396279513681527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default/111396279513681527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/halo-2-is-best.html' title='Halo 2 is the Best'/><author><name>Lima Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15930894474947984777</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-12136018.post-111396098027868969</id><published>2005-04-19T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T18:36:20.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Goalie Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Some people don't understand why I would want to be goalie. Only two or three kids on my team have wanted to play goalie. I think I should be goalie because kicking the ball around the field is pretty boring, but if you get to catch the ball and stop the other team from scoring a goal, it's much better than having to use your feet and using up your energy.  So instead you get to wait in the goal for the ball to come to you. It's as simple as that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12136018-111396098027868969?l=limabeanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111396098027868969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12136018&amp;postID=111396098027868969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default/111396098027868969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default/111396098027868969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/goalie-decision.html' title='The Goalie Decision'/><author><name>Lima Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15930894474947984777</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-12136018.post-111378249919827265</id><published>2005-04-17T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T17:01:39.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This weekend I went over to my friends Andrew and Dalton's house. It was really fun because we were able to stay up and talk to each other until we fell asleep as long as we were quiet. We watched Survivor from Friday night. My friends' mom taped it so I could watch it when I was at their house. We played dodgeball and we played with our flywheels and the ramps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today I had a soccer game. We won 3-1.  I've never lost to the team we played today. My position is defense. I play that most of the time, but every once in awhile, my coach puts me up in left mid or right mid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today, my dad and I played soccer and he shot goals at me while I was goalie. I think now that I would like to play goalie for one-half of a game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12136018-111378249919827265?l=limabeanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111378249919827265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12136018&amp;postID=111378249919827265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default/111378249919827265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default/111378249919827265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy Weekend'/><author><name>Lima Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15930894474947984777</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-12136018.post-111336358311232567</id><published>2005-04-12T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T20:39:43.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12136018-111336358311232567?l=limabeanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111336358311232567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12136018&amp;postID=111336358311232567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default/111336358311232567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default/111336358311232567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Lima Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15930894474947984777</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-12136018.post-111335259388575750</id><published>2005-04-12T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T17:38:09.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sleepover Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My sleepover party was very fun and we stayed up until between 1 and 2 am. At night, in between 10-11pm, we watched the SpongeBob Square Pants movie. My favorite part is when he has a guitar and he is singing "I'm a goofy gooper." Then between 1 and 2 am we just stayed up talking to each other.&lt;br /&gt;I had three birthday parties. One was with my friends, another was with my family, and the other was with my cousins Dominic and Matthew. The party with my friends, two of my friends didn't spend the night because they had baseball games at 8 am the next morning. And that's a rip-off to miss a sleepover for a baseball game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12136018-111335259388575750?l=limabeanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111335259388575750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12136018&amp;postID=111335259388575750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default/111335259388575750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default/111335259388575750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/sleepover-party.html' title='The Sleepover Party'/><author><name>Lima Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15930894474947984777</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-12136018.post-111335137300029239</id><published>2005-04-12T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T17:37:23.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I started blogging because my mom started blogging and then I found out that she gets comments about her writing so I wanted to get comments too and learn more about writing on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;I am planning on writing about myself because I like myself and I find myself interesting. I hope you find me interesting, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12136018-111335137300029239?l=limabeanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111335137300029239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12136018&amp;postID=111335137300029239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default/111335137300029239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12136018/posts/default/111335137300029239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limabeanslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>Lima Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15930894474947984777</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>
