<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 14:40:53 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Santiago Dreaming</title><description>The Pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela is a centuries old trek across northern Spain done by following "The Camino de Santiago", the road to Santiago. Before February of 2001 I had not heard of "The Camino" nor of the Pilgrimage. By the end of October of that year I was in Santiago after completing the walk myself. I thought that when I reached Santiago my journey was over but I see now that my journey started way before I got to Spain and still has not ended.</description><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1379</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-1096323551322230465</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T08:40:53.556-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>small town life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>photos</category><title>Walking In A Winter Wonderland</title><atom:summary type='text'>An open area in a farmer's field. Can you spot the turkey?A sheltered area in the treesA snow angel. While I was viewing this image in the camera I heard a loud crashing, branches breaking sound in front of me. I looked up and coming out of the river and through the underbrush was a deer. He was headed straight for me so I quickly lifted my camera to my face and snapped a photo right before he </atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/12/walking-in-winter-wonderlandj.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyjtsMTUcZo/Sx-2yKjpXRI/AAAAAAAABP8/33fJER2RRNI/s72-c/dec8snow2009-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-793996179143284614</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 23:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-08T17:34:58.892-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>small town life</category><title>Quick! What Book Does This Image Make You Think Of?</title><atom:summary type='text'>I'll wait........doo, doo, doo, do-do doo doo do (final jeopardy music), you can hum along if you like. Did you guess Charlotte's Web?  DING, DING, DING, DING, DING, YOU WIN!Which is probably why the newer copies of this book have this cover:I only know about this book because it (with the old cover) was one of the books I cataloged today.  Working at the library today was pleasant since it was </atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-what-book-does-this-image-make.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyjtsMTUcZo/Sx7eBFnYgpI/AAAAAAAABMg/73DhoQC6euU/s72-c/515CZQFK00L._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-2110933199757790646</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T20:01:47.085-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pop Culture-Music</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>small town life</category><title>Baby, It's Cold Outside</title><atom:summary type='text'>Last week's high and low temperatures were 55F/12.8C and -4F/-20C respectively in my little town. Right now it is 17F/-8.3C with a brisk wind blowing. Tomorrow a blizzard hits with winds up to 40mph predicted so I think I can safely say winter is officially here in my little piece of the world.  I just got back from the grocery store where I bought a carton of eggnog and tomorrow I plan to hunker</atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-its-cold-outside.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-5446453584813155421</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 13:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-04T07:43:46.722-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pop culture</category><title>Quiddler</title><atom:summary type='text'>Right up front let me tell you that I hate the game of Scrabble. As some of you know I am a terrible speller since I do not have the ability to visualize words in my head. Short words I can handle since I can memorize them along with some longer words that I am able to break down into smaller syllables but other words, I draw a blank. Imagine my delight during the Thanksgiving holiday when I was </atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/12/quiddler.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyjtsMTUcZo/Sxhqm7Y5ljI/AAAAAAAABMU/yh3exOJ6jB0/s72-c/quiddler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-6695351798443646288</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 22:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T16:46:55.944-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pop culture</category><title>That's What It's All About</title><atom:summary type='text'>It is interesting how people who you have never met can have a great effect on you life.  Most of the time you never find out why but other times, if you are lucky, you do.  Today I read about the death of Robert Degeny on his 104th birthday.  Who is Robert Degeny you ask?  Why he is the man who wrote the modern version of The Hokey Pokey. A form of this song has been around since the 18th </atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/12/thats-what-its-all-about.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-896674439613231118</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 21:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-02T16:11:32.515-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>small town life</category><title>Jack Frost Nipping At My Nose</title><atom:summary type='text'>I woke up this morning to a dusting of snow on the ground, streets and sidewalks. It had all disappeared by the time I left the library after working five hours.  Everyone who came in commented on the cold and added that if it wasn't for the wind it wouldn't be so bad. It wouldn't of but that did not help me while I was outside doing a very thorough poop patrol of the yard. (Go here to learn why </atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/12/jack-frost-nipping-at-my-nose.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-8361983615348770919</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 20:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-01T14:17:04.440-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Society</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life: What I've Learned So Far</category><title>Time To Kick Back With A Good Book</title><atom:summary type='text'>Our world, so we see and hear on all sides, is drowning in materialism, commercialism, consumerism. But the problem is not really there.  What we ordinarily speak of as materialism is a result, not a cause.  The root of materialism is a poverty of ideas about the inner and the outer world.  Less and less does our contemporary culture have, or even seek, commerce with great ideas, and it is that </atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-to-kick-back-with-good-book.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-6393707321033384521</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 19:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T13:32:17.730-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Holidays</category><title>Post-Holiday Blahs</title><atom:summary type='text'>Too much food, too much drink, too much traveling, and too much fun makes me feel like this today. Hope your Thanksgiving was just as fillling.</atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/post-holiday-blahs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyjtsMTUcZo/SxQc_IizobI/AAAAAAAABMM/PXv01JxHr0Y/s72-c/turkey+carcass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-4335956487236758429</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T08:17:33.321-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Holidays</category><title>Have A Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone</title><atom:summary type='text'>Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West,From North and from South comes the pilgrim and guest;When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his boardThe old broken links of affection restored;When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more,And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before;What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye,What calls back the past, like the </atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/have-happy-thanksgiving-everyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-3989537699478305535</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 20:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T14:51:52.467-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dogs</category><title>Oh Where, Oh Where  Has My Little Dog Gone?</title><atom:summary type='text'>Oh where, oh where can she be?My husband lost Little Sally Pumpkinhead. He took both dogs hunting this morning and about a half hour after they got back called for her but she did not come.  He walked around the house looking for her but could not find her.  He went outside and called but no Little Sally Pumpkinhead appeared. He then walked around the outside of the house looking for her but </atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-where-oh-where-has-my-little-dog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-8589432165187521103</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 14:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T07:50:55.201-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Odds and Ends</category><title>I'm In A New York State Of Mind</title><atom:summary type='text'>My sister took this photo.  As she points out, one train coming into the station while another pulls out rarely happens.</atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-in-new-york-state-of-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyjtsMTUcZo/SwqZJZvdCOI/AAAAAAAABME/ishp91Pzz_A/s72-c/IMG00644%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-2115419623916084543</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 12:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-20T08:21:37.320-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life: What I've Learned So Far</category><title>The Pursuit Of Happiness</title><atom:summary type='text'>An unalienable right according to the Declaration of Independence. Note, it says that we as American citizens have an unalienable right to the pursuit of happiness not that we have an unalienable right to be happy.  No guarantee stated there or in the US Constitution.So, all you people who justify your selfish, obnoxious behavior by stating emphatically that you have the right to be happy (which </atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/pursuit-of-happiness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-8493581171428018536</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 12:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T17:41:55.506-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life: What I've Learned So Far</category><title>Mad Dogs And Englishmen Go Out In The Midday Sun</title><atom:summary type='text'>In tropical climes there are certain times of dayWhen all the citizens retireTo take their clothes off and perspire.It's one of those rules that the greatest fools obey,Because the sun is much too sultryAnd one must avoid its ultri-violet ray.The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts,Because they're obviously definitely nuts!Mad dogs and EnglishmenGo out in the midday sunThe Japanese</atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/mad-dogs-and-englishmen-go-out-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-7319497314660073034</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 13:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T07:04:01.018-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life: What I've Learned So Far</category><title>Sometimes You Can Judge A Book By Its Cover</title><atom:summary type='text'>Nowhere on the cover of Sarah Palin's book is the name of her co-author, Lynn Vincent.  We haven't even opened the book yet and we find a half-truth.</atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-you-can-judge-book-by-its.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyjtsMTUcZo/SwMsz3-bfyI/AAAAAAAABL8/W8XDStzvRB8/s72-c/sarah+palin+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-44895705182439104</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 22:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T16:58:55.665-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life: What I've Learned So Far</category><title>Things That Look Innocent In The Light Of Day</title><atom:summary type='text'>Are dangerous in the dark of night.</atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-that-are-innocent-in-light-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyjtsMTUcZo/SwMqSFjpaMI/AAAAAAAABLs/bNGGsHEHeF8/s72-c/doggie+toys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-4612459830659334832</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 18:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T12:15:19.052-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life: What I've Learned So Far</category><title>Tea Always Taste Better In A New Mug</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/tea-always-taste-better-in-new-mug.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyjtsMTUcZo/SwGWqFl4SHI/AAAAAAAABLk/y4687Z2DP_o/s72-c/coffee+mugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-2967185181442416263</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 12:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T14:29:02.130-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life stories</category><title>Those Schoolgirl Days Of Telling Tales And Biting Nails Are Gone (part two)</title><atom:summary type='text'>It must have been in early Spring because I remember not having a coat on when I stepped on the playground during lunch period.  I could see Sandy and Vicki standing under the huge elm tree that towered over the northeast corner of the blacktop near the teacher's parking lot. This was where we always hung out before school and after we finished our lunch.  That day both girls had rushed out of </atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/those-schoolgirl-days-of-telling-tales_13.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-8794764326953143022</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 12:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T07:53:50.709-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life stories</category><title>Those Schoolgirl Days Of Telling Tales And Biting  Nails Are Gone</title><atom:summary type='text'>but in my mind I know they will still live on and on.-To Sir With LoveAs I am sure you have noticed I have been somewhat MIA blog wise the last six months.  A number of things have contributed to this like work, illness and travel.  Travel included a trip to Denver for my husband's 40th high school reunion back in September; something he was looking forward to with trepidation. It was scheduled </atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/those-schoolgirl-days-of-telling-tales.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-976732517565433715</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 12:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T06:29:00.442-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Holidays</category><title>Remembering Those Who Served</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/remembering-those-who-served.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyjtsMTUcZo/SvnpcbADy_I/AAAAAAAABLc/ZlYQZ4BZhE0/s72-c/VeteransDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-374764741977307520</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 13:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T07:19:26.985-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life: What I've Learned So Far</category><title>When I Grow Up I Want To Be An Old Woman</title><atom:summary type='text'>I do too.  My sister sent this to me and I thank her and Kaiser Permanente.</atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-be-old-woman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-7878494067648758041</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 22:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T21:12:32.003-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pop Culture- TV</category><title>It's Choice- Not Chance-</title><atom:summary type='text'>that determines your destiny.-Jean NidetchThe weather is getting to me, one day in the mid 70's the next in the low 50's. That kind of temperature roller coaster always makes me tired and sleepy.  So tired, I went to bed early last night and woke up to an e-mail from my sister that read, "THE BEST EPISODE EVER???"  My mind was blank, what was the best episode ever?  Then it hit me, my brain has </atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-choice-not-chance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-7188876274436320168</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 19:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-06T16:07:34.015-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dogs</category><title>Cute Puppy Photo, What's The Caption?</title><atom:summary type='text'>I'll start, "You talkin' to me?You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me?"</atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/cute-puppy-photo-whats-caption.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyjtsMTUcZo/SvSB6EhkDSI/AAAAAAAABLU/28JfKE-hCVE/s72-c/LSP+13+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-2194467723577676776</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T08:11:18.928-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dogs</category><title>Getting Stronger Everyday</title><atom:summary type='text'>But still not strong enough to get that chewy away from Duke.</atom:summary><link>http://santiagodreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/getting-stronger-everyday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (la peregrina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyjtsMTUcZo/SvLc2QuEd-I/AAAAAAAABLE/ywXYzpmsWec/s72-c/Duke%26LSP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919068.post-1967646360209235714</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 01:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T06:38:57.774-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>small town life</category><title>The Joy Of Books</title><atom:summary type='text'>We have finished cataloging the Juvenile Easy Fiction preschool section and I must say it has been a joy to hold in my hands books that gave me great pleasure as a small child.  This week I was reunited with Harry the Dirty Dog, Dr Seuss, Ferdinand the Bull, Peter Rabbit,  Madeline, and Harold and his purple crayon. 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