<?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-4958014365708860255</id><updated>2012-01-31T07:44:44.477-08:00</updated><category term='Help'/><category term='Gossip'/><category term='Rememberance'/><category term='falling away'/><category term='sons'/><category term='Forgiveness'/><category term='death'/><category term='Christian Camping'/><category term='Secrets'/><category term='Giving Up'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='contentment'/><category term='Tulsa Soul Winning Workshop'/><category term='Camp Deer Run'/><category term='spiritual awakenings'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Games'/><category term='Leadership'/><category term='dialogue'/><category term='Responsability'/><category term='family'/><category term='Snow in March'/><category term='Communication'/><category term='prodigal son'/><category term='mother'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='Heaven'/><category term='preacher&apos;s wife'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Britt Farmer'/><category term='Oklahoma'/><category term='Facinaiton'/><category term='reality'/><category term='connections'/><category term='Camp Hensel'/><category term='High School Reunion'/><category term='God'/><category term='faithfulness'/><category term='Salvation'/><category term='Sooners'/><category term='wife'/><category term='life lessons'/><category term='Boomers'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Drugs'/><category term='Central Texas Christian Camp'/><category term='Lisa Farmer'/><category term='New Beginnings'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Baseball'/><category term='Lifestyle'/><category term='Fathers Day'/><category term='arrival'/><category term='thankfulness'/><title type='text'>Farmer's Harvest</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958014365708860255.post-2012969126883144649</id><published>2012-01-14T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T09:25:41.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tebo Mania</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that so many have been critical of the way Tim Tebo plays football?  Why is there is there so much discussion on Sports radio talk shows about his inabilities to perform at a level consistent with "True NFL quarterbacks"?I can only relate as an onlooker that, no, he isn't a prolific passer and he doesn't have the greatest arm.  He doesn't seem to see the field, at this point of his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2012969126883144649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2012/01/tebo-mania.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/2012969126883144649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/2012969126883144649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2012/01/tebo-mania.html' title='Tebo Mania'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958014365708860255.post-6087575475821141282</id><published>2012-01-09T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:19:51.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Somebody!</title><summary type='text'>Sunday I preached a lesson on the topic of "I am Somebody" taken from an idea from a powem written by William H. Borders.  The following is the poem and I hope you enjoy it.I am Somebody!I am Somebody!I may be poor,But I am Somebody.I may be young,But I am Somebody.I may be on welfare,But I am Somebody.I may be small,But I am Somebody.I may have made mistakes,But I am Somebody.My clothes are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6087575475821141282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-somebody.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/6087575475821141282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/6087575475821141282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-somebody.html' title='I Am Somebody!'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958014365708860255.post-8606441974106754409</id><published>2012-01-04T07:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T07:21:28.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Beginnings'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Beginnings!  I am so thankful to be able to begin preaching again after a short 18 month Sabatical.  God has so richly blessed me.  Thankful is not an applicable word for the way that I feel toward our Father.  I am so deeply endebted to Him. "Where do we go from here? Which is the way that's clear?"  Those words are to a song that has been running through my mind over the last few days.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8606441974106754409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-beginnings-i-am-so-thankful-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/8606441974106754409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/8606441974106754409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-beginnings-i-am-so-thankful-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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-4958014365708860255.post-1308456024954483121</id><published>2010-05-04T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T07:41:29.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If?</title><summary type='text'>What if?  Now that is a question that is not asked often enough in my opinion.  We walk through life many times wondering "What if?" and seldom consider what the answer might be.  The lack of that consideration in many of the questions that follow may cost us in the long run of life.  Think about what the differences would be in your life or the lives of those you interact with on a daily basis </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1308456024954483121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/1308456024954483121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/1308456024954483121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-if.html' title='What If?'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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-4958014365708860255.post-3452695028700833421</id><published>2010-04-12T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T15:41:36.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will We Survive the Persecution?</title><summary type='text'>Can we as Christians be ready to stand together if our world begins to really persecute us? The church will be persecuted by those who are taking over the world.  You can count on them being focused on trying to rid this wold of people who believe the Bible like we do. Suffering for the cause of Christ is not new nor will it ever completely be taken out of the world.  We are told that we will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3452695028700833421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2010/04/will-we-survive-persecution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/3452695028700833421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/3452695028700833421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2010/04/will-we-survive-persecution.html' title='Will We Survive the Persecution?'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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-4958014365708860255.post-3964204829865094817</id><published>2010-02-10T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T07:24:11.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><summary type='text'>Well, somebody changed my Facebook page. I hate it. They moved everything, changed everything, and I am having to take precious minutes away from things I need to do so I can get used to communication with my friends again in a different format. I really dislike changing things up.However, I have caught myself wanting to change up the way somethings are done and expect others to fall in line and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3964204829865094817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2010/02/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/3964204829865094817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/3964204829865094817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2010/02/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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-4958014365708860255.post-432039745695937839</id><published>2009-12-16T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:44:06.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know we need to help the needy, but what just happened concerns me.  A man walked into the church building and wanted us to provide him a place to stay the night.  Apparently we have helped him in the past, so he returned to see if we would again.I would love nothing more than to help people.  I know that is what Jesus wants us to do.  But, this time I just couldn't and feel right about it.  In</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/432039745695937839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-we-need-to-help-needy-but-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/432039745695937839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/432039745695937839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-we-need-to-help-needy-but-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958014365708860255.post-192300204379094400</id><published>2009-12-07T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:25:42.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Around a While</title><summary type='text'>I have been around a while now. I am to the age of where I thought wisdom was held by others before me. But, as I look at my life now, I wonder how wise I really am.I still make stupid mistakes (sorry for the word but used honestly) and I don't see myself as a wise person. All those whom I wanted to be like at 50 are now either in their 80's, 90's or have left this world through death. It is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/192300204379094400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/been-around-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/192300204379094400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/192300204379094400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/12/been-around-while.html' title='Been Around a While'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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-4958014365708860255.post-7126014295811565102</id><published>2009-10-15T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:11:03.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What Solomon Said</title><summary type='text'>"What has been will be again,       what has been done will be done again;       there is nothing new under the sun."   Ecclesiastes 1:9Wise words from the man of God.  Wonder what he meant by that statement?  Can you figure it out. Lets be careful not to rush to judgment over things that have always been and will continue to be.I'll see you later, or not.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7126014295811565102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/10/thats-what-solomon-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/7126014295811565102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/7126014295811565102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/10/thats-what-solomon-said.html' title='That&apos;s What Solomon Said'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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-4958014365708860255.post-3075801447475344664</id><published>2009-09-28T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:21:16.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preacher&apos;s wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School Reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>The Preacher's Wife</title><summary type='text'>Just think about this for a moment or two.  My wife has been the wife of a preacher for over 20 years.  She has stood in the background for a long time knowing the life of a preacher.  She has not been in the spot light having had four very active and accomplished children. She was always "Britt's wife," "Lori...Jeff...Anthoney...or Tim's mother."  She was very seldom just Lisa.  That has been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3075801447475344664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/preachers-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/3075801447475344664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/3075801447475344664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/preachers-wife.html' title='The Preacher&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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-4958014365708860255.post-4339992520081208720</id><published>2009-09-22T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T06:38:03.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heard It on TV</title><summary type='text'>"I heard it on TV so it must be true." Every hear that one? I have, and honestly, I thought it at one time when I was still a child. I thought that since they made the movie "Chariots of Fire", talking about alien life coming to earth, there must be aliens. After all, it was a documentary.Not all that we see is true. Technology has made Harry Potter fly out of our imaginations and we have seen it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4339992520081208720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-heard-it-on-tv.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/4339992520081208720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/4339992520081208720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-heard-it-on-tv.html' title='I Heard It on TV'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958014365708860255.post-8904301263852993561</id><published>2009-09-15T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:27:14.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankfulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogue'/><title type='text'>What Fun!</title><summary type='text'>I had the opportunity to go to see the Texas Rangers last night with a good friend. He is also my brother in Christ. I admire his love for his family and his dedication to raising them correctly and know that so much of life is before him. He is an inspiration to me and I wish that I had his attitude about so many things.We had great dialogue, at least for me it was, I can't speak for him. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8904301263852993561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/8904301263852993561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/8904301263852993561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-fun.html' title='What Fun!'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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-4958014365708860255.post-1594607774020669824</id><published>2009-09-14T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T08:35:22.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Facebook Realities</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it has hit me and hit me hard. The reality of the fact that past friendships that have been left alone for decades still twinge my heart when I find the outcome has been a death. Wow, I could not have been more saddened by news than when I found my dear friend's, Nick Stevens, daughter had tragically been killed in a freak accident last year. We hadn't seen each other or been in contact in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1594607774020669824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/facebook-realities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/1594607774020669824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/1594607774020669824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/09/facebook-realities.html' title='Facebook Realities'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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-4958014365708860255.post-4547971242558648439</id><published>2009-08-24T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:15:09.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children and Grandchildren are to Love</title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm a grandfather. I am proud to be a grandfather. I have four wonderful grandsons, Kyle, Andrew, Joe Braden, and Joshua. They make me happy and I love being happy.As I raised my children through the years I heard others make statements like, "If I would have known how fun grandchildren were I would have had them first." I understand the sentiment of that statement to a degree, but let me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4547971242558648439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/08/children-and-grandchildren-are-to-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/4547971242558648439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/4547971242558648439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/08/children-and-grandchildren-are-to-love.html' title='Children and Grandchildren are to Love'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958014365708860255.post-8071931248430192271</id><published>2009-08-21T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:17:40.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arrival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Help'/><title type='text'>Why Do We Do That?</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that when we travel we ask for prayers for a safe trip, but we fail to pray that same prayer when we drive across town? Why do we ask God to be with our loved ones traveling to see us yet, when they arrive, fail to fall on our knees and thank God for their safe arrival?We ask a lot of God and many times fail to thank him for what he has given us. We ask expecting God to give us what we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8071931248430192271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-do-we-do-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/8071931248430192271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/8071931248430192271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-do-we-do-that.html' title='Why Do We Do That?'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958014365708860255.post-4618654232168691714</id><published>2009-08-13T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T06:11:00.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberal, Conservative, or Independent?</title><summary type='text'>Liberal means to most, "You don't think like I do."  Conservative means "You and I think alike." Independent means, "You do your thing, I'll do mine." In reality, do we not have a more pressing thought, "I want to do things God's way and not the world's?"  No matter how hard we try to be one way or the other we seem to forget that God was very liberal in many areas and very conservative in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4618654232168691714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/08/liberal-conservative-or-independent.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/4618654232168691714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/4618654232168691714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/08/liberal-conservative-or-independent.html' title='Liberal, Conservative, or Independent?'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958014365708860255.post-4548627607300802058</id><published>2009-08-08T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T11:11:15.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sooners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boomers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tulsa Soul Winning Workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oklahoma'/><title type='text'>Oklahoma, You Got to Understand!</title><summary type='text'>First a little history lesson. "Sooners" were cheaters from day one. They went in on the land rush early, therefore gaining an advantage on the "Boomers" and cheating to get what they wanted. Why they would call themselves something that glorifies cheating I don't know. I'm from Texas...I don't understand what they do up North.Jon Paige asked while we were at camp why Oklahoma was such a poor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4548627607300802058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/08/oklahoma-you-got-to-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/4548627607300802058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/4548627607300802058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/08/oklahoma-you-got-to-understand.html' title='Oklahoma, You Got to Understand!'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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-4958014365708860255.post-1394810949110665641</id><published>2009-07-29T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T05:46:40.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual awakenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prodigal son'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling away'/><title type='text'>Returning</title><summary type='text'>I never get tired of watching God's children return after an extended time away from home. Spiritually speaking, I can not begin to tell you how many folks I have witnessed in my lifetime return to God with tears and stories that would, as my Grandmother used to say, curl your hair. Story after story of folks walking through the darkness so long that when finally they come to their right minds </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1394810949110665641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/07/returning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/1394810949110665641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/1394810949110665641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/07/returning.html' title='Returning'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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-4958014365708860255.post-488007576380597392</id><published>2009-05-20T19:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T06:34:25.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faithfulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>What Do You Do?</title><summary type='text'>Who knew? Did you? Really, did you know and just not tell me? I was around when you found out and I am totally surprised that you had said nothing to me concerning it. Did you think I knew and just turned a blind eye so as not to have to deal with it. How did you find out? Did someone tell you? Were you knowledgeable about this situation before me or did you think I didn't care enough to take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/488007576380597392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-do-you-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/488007576380597392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/488007576380597392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-do-you-do.html' title='What Do You Do?'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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-4958014365708860255.post-1956132316517021607</id><published>2009-05-13T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:03:21.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa Farmer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britt Farmer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp Hensel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fathers Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Central Texas Christian Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp Deer Run'/><title type='text'>Miles of Smiles</title><summary type='text'>I love Christian Camping in the summer.  For that matter I love it anytime.  But what makes me enjoy it so much I believe is seeing the miles of smiles as the campers arrive. The campers are so excited to see one another and to see the returning staff.  They are sometimes disappointed when past staff have failed to return, but for the most part the miles of smiles continue throughout the week.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1956132316517021607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/miles-of-smiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/1956132316517021607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/1956132316517021607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/miles-of-smiles.html' title='Miles of Smiles'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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-4958014365708860255.post-1542653822366258358</id><published>2009-05-05T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T06:27:34.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rememberance'/><title type='text'>I Want to Hear Those Words</title><summary type='text'>When time comes, I want to be in heaven, don't you? I can't wait to be with all the saints and if possible hearing the great old stories about the flood, the crossing of the Jordon, not to mention the Red Sea. I want to hear John talk about what he saw and tried to describe in Revelation. I want to hear Peter laugh about how his immaturity that was so evident finally was put aside and he became </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1542653822366258358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-hear-those-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/1542653822366258358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/1542653822366258358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-hear-those-words.html' title='I Want to Hear Those Words'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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-4958014365708860255.post-5952563091489537606</id><published>2009-04-27T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:47:48.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>Communication</title><summary type='text'>10cc an old but still good rock band had a song called "The Things We Do for Love."  It was one of my favorite songs as I began my young adulthood. The song had a crazy twist to it. I thought it was just that the band was from England.  Part of the lyrics go like this.  "Communication is the problem to the answer."Wow!  What a concept.  Communication being an answer to problems in life is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5952563091489537606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/communication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/5952563091489537606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/5952563091489537606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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-4958014365708860255.post-1763840930805698884</id><published>2009-04-23T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T06:27:43.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><title type='text'>Secrets</title><summary type='text'>Secrets, they are hard to keep.  You hear something someone says about something no one knows about and you, if tempted like me, would like to be the first to tell someone who doesn't know, but you are sure they would be interested.Now, you might say that is gossip.  Well, whose to say what is and isn't true? That is the evil of speaking when we should be silent and silence is golden I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1763840930805698884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/1763840930805698884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/1763840930805698884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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-4958014365708860255.post-4374138708425001487</id><published>2009-04-10T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:35:32.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facinaiton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Things</title><summary type='text'>I like having things. Things give me some happiness now and then. I know that it isn't really the thing that makes me happy, it is the ownership or usability of the thing that brings joy and excitement at times. Sometimes the thing brings me sadness as I have to repair it or work on it or have someone else work on it.I have had many things in my life and I have been happy most of my life. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4374138708425001487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/4374138708425001487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/4374138708425001487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/things.html' title='Things'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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-4958014365708860255.post-2570611348432669079</id><published>2009-04-09T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:40:01.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are Friends For?</title><summary type='text'>Roger Felps, probably one of my best friends, had triple bypass surgery yesterday and I was unable to be with him.  I wanted to be and felt terrible not being there.  It hurt.  It was a difficult day trying to pray for him and carry out the rest of my responsibilities for the day.  I wanted so badly to be there.  I still feel a desire to be bedside making him laugh or sharing stories with him.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2570611348432669079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-are-friends-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/2570611348432669079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/2570611348432669079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-are-friends-for.html' title='What are Friends For?'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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-4958014365708860255.post-2473052429764845095</id><published>2009-04-01T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:01:04.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow in March'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Responsability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tulsa Soul Winning Workshop'/><title type='text'>Making Tracks</title><summary type='text'>I have been around the block once or twice in my life.  I have seen things that still to this day baffle my understanding of normal.  I know, you are thinking, "Britt, you're not normal."  Well, I've been thinking and I didn't fall asleep. Do you realize that no matter what happens the weather in Tulsa during the Soul Winning Workshop is going to be...."different?"  It gave the old saying "making</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2473052429764845095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/making-tracks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/2473052429764845095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958014365708860255/posts/default/2473052429764845095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britt-farmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/making-tracks.html' title='Making Tracks'/><author><name>Britt Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01451753982641926486</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>
