<?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-8151502882213008281</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:34:12.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of Doug Renn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huggindoug.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151502882213008281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggindoug.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>In Memory Of Doug Renn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505737323984521552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5hIe1aPpdw/SNaSKUGUG5I/AAAAAAAAABE/lD7BfgVBnmM/S220/IMG_1069.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151502882213008281.post-5577022471269259564</id><published>2008-09-21T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:44:51.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandpa</title><content type='html'>Many of my most cherished memories of my grandpa occured when he was embarassing me.  If he caught me talking to one of my guy friends he would conspicuously hand me a "smooching mint" and say loudly "just in case".  He was always trying to set me up with his friends sons and grandsons, and let me just say he was not very discreet about it.  Although at the time he irked me to no end, I can't help but laugh at the memories.&lt;div&gt;- Erin Ainsley Wilson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8151502882213008281-5577022471269259564?l=huggindoug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huggindoug.blogspot.com/feeds/5577022471269259564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8151502882213008281&amp;postID=5577022471269259564' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151502882213008281/posts/default/5577022471269259564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8151502882213008281/posts/default/5577022471269259564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huggindoug.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-grandpa.html' title='My Grandpa'/><author><name>In Memory Of Doug Renn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505737323984521552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r5hIe1aPpdw/SNaSKUGUG5I/AAAAAAAAABE/lD7BfgVBnmM/S220/IMG_1069.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
