<?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-3942948707094103154</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:43:19.535-08:00</updated><category term='LeFanu'/><category term='B and S Ball'/><category term='new vampires'/><category term='vampire skull'/><category term='creators'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Nibble and Whore'/><category term='weird smells'/><category term='brothel'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='family tree'/><category term='Elvis'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='hobbit'/><category term='Bon Temps'/><category term='pizza oven'/><category term='suspects'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='hobbits'/><category term='Camilla'/><category term='engagement'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of Indi</title><subtitle type='html'>You know, they say that you create your own destiny - but sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I feel that there is something - or someone - out there messing and meddling in my life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Garden Nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05851436278563969405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TGnNcAsFU5I/AAAAAAAAACA/hKFJrKAHWbo/S220/indi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942948707094103154.post-7064349970147734097</id><published>2010-09-28T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T18:21:54.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Temps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elvis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>America is AWESOME!!!!! And So Are Weddings...</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while since I have posted a blog, and I apologise in advance for my gratuitous use of exclamation marks. Life has been crazy!!!!! All ups and downs and sickening roller coaster rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/profile.php?id=100000603815959&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; is officially dumped. I hope him and his new little &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000847270397&amp;ref=ts"&gt;blood sucking protege&lt;/a&gt; are happy together :-( I'm not, but I'm pretty sure I will be eventually. I haven't spoken to him since I had the (non)decency on dump him on Facebook. Childish, I know, but truly satisfying! Leaving the wooden stake on his doorstep probably falls into the same category as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000847270397&amp;ref=ts#!/profile.php?id=100000591330134&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Candice&lt;/a&gt; and I booked a holiday to......*wait for it*..... &lt;a href="http://www.welcometobontemps.com/"&gt;Bon Temps&lt;/a&gt;! I'm so excited! There are so many supes here, the atmosphere is just ELECTRIC!!!! So far I have met a witch, two vampires, several werewolves, a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001047815061&amp;ref=ts"&gt;shape shifter&lt;/a&gt; (who will hopefully give me a job) and a whole big mess of werepanthers. Apparently there is a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/SookieBT?ref=ts"&gt;telepath&lt;/a&gt; here also, but I haven't come across her yet :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the extra exciting news - Candice and Jackson GOT MARRIED!!!!!!!! I had no idea &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/profile.php?id=100001453221658&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Jackson&lt;/a&gt; was gonna follow us to America, but it turns out he was missing his sweetie too much. He arrived with a bunch of red roses and a diamond ring big enough to sink a ship {Insert the sounds of romantic sighs here}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it just so happens that besides being married with a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000982264087&amp;ref=ts#!/bubba.vamp?ref=ts"&gt;vampiric Elvis impersonator &lt;/a&gt;as a witness (well, I'm pretty sure he was impersonating the man from Memphis...but my assumptions in regards to that opinion, would fill another blog entry), I was also able to put my Internet obsession to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, about a year ago, I decided to get one of those fancy &lt;a href="http://www.themonastery.org/"&gt;Internet ordinations&lt;/a&gt;. It cost me a small fortune, but it was a great ice-breaker at parties ("Hello, I'm an ordained minister, want to get married?"). And now it has actually come in handy - who would have ever guessed, huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I managed to marry my dearest friend and cousin to her beloved. Candice wore hot pink and Jackson wore thongs and board shorts. The Elvis vampire wore blue sequins and sung &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DcJac6OykfM"&gt;'Burning Love'&lt;/a&gt; as they left the chapel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good :-D Oh, except for those &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000982264087&amp;ref=ts#!/profile.php?id=100001502304133&amp;ref=ts"&gt;relatives&lt;/a&gt; that were pissed off because they didn't get wedding invites......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TKKUb_VAYoI/AAAAAAAAADU/TLavDCdYJBQ/s1600/weddingchapel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TKKUb_VAYoI/AAAAAAAAADU/TLavDCdYJBQ/s200/weddingchapel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522139301686567554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3942948707094103154-7064349970147734097?l=indianashamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7064349970147734097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/09/america-is-awesome-and-so-are-weddings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/7064349970147734097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/7064349970147734097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/09/america-is-awesome-and-so-are-weddings.html' title='America is AWESOME!!!!! And So Are Weddings...'/><author><name>Garden Nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05851436278563969405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TGnNcAsFU5I/AAAAAAAAACA/hKFJrKAHWbo/S220/indi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TKKUb_VAYoI/AAAAAAAAADU/TLavDCdYJBQ/s72-c/weddingchapel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942948707094103154.post-8057211729703776879</id><published>2010-09-13T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T18:03:16.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new vampires'/><title type='text'>Vampires are Arseholes!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?sk=lf#!/profile.php?id=100000603815959&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; has turned a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?sk=lf#!/profile.php?id=100000847270397&amp;ref=ts"&gt;human&lt;/a&gt; into a vampire - or is in the process of it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not entirely sure what that entails - probably loads of fabulous vampire sex, I imagine. Apparently (well, according to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?sk=lf#!/profile.php?id=100001044502230&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Camilla&lt;/a&gt; - and let's face it - she only wants to get into my pants)it takes three days, or there abouts to turn a human into a vampire. Firstly you need to drain them nearly to the point of death. Then you need to rouse them enough (and this is the tricky bit - the bit that usually results in having to stage a car wreck to cover up the accidental death) for them to drink the vampires blood. And finally, they then need to be buried together and they sleep for two to three days. Now you can see why new vampires wake up so darn cranky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I am stuck with a horrible dilemma - do I keep Sam or ditch him???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now though, the bottle is my best friend...oh, and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?sk=lf#!/profile.php?id=100000591330134&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Candice&lt;/a&gt; too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Sam thinks it all worth it {sigh}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn vampires - can't live with them, but once you've had sex with one, you never want to live without them either....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3942948707094103154-8057211729703776879?l=indianashamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/feeds/8057211729703776879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/09/vampires-are-arseholes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/8057211729703776879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/8057211729703776879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/09/vampires-are-arseholes.html' title='Vampires are Arseholes!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Garden Nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05851436278563969405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TGnNcAsFU5I/AAAAAAAAACA/hKFJrKAHWbo/S220/indi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942948707094103154.post-5655071755194855536</id><published>2010-09-09T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T17:21:59.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creators'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family tree'/><title type='text'>Vampire Family Trees are Simply...well...not Simple!</title><content type='html'>I have a lot to say today. Mainly because I am trying to concentrate on other things; things that don't involve my heart being broken *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But moving right along...So I have discovered some interesting facts about Sam and his relatives...{not thinking about Sam...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, let me explain something about vampires. When a vampire creates another vampire, they refer to them as their child. This child would then refer to their creator as their parent. Any vampires that have been created by the same parent would refer to each other as siblings. With all that in mind, here goes...*sniffle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear with me, it all gets a bit confusing from here on in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with: Sam is my boyfriend (apparently - god only knows why???)It turns out that he has a brother called &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000603815959&amp;ref=ts#!/profile.php?id=100001502304133&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Jake Von House&lt;/a&gt;. Their mother is...wait for it....&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000603815959&amp;ref=ts#!/profile.php?id=100001044502230&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Camilla LeFanu&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who only knows what that makes what happened between Camilla and I??? Not to mention the fact that both Sam *bastard* (oh did I say that out loud???) and Jake are now referring to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000603815959&amp;ref=ts#!/profile.php?id=100001453221658&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Jackson Compton&lt;/a&gt; as their nephew...is that EVEN possible?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have to finally mention the horrible news......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it appears that &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000603815959&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Sam Von Strike&lt;/a&gt; is about to create another vampire. She looks real pretty too.......*wails*.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3942948707094103154-5655071755194855536?l=indianashamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/feeds/5655071755194855536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/09/vampire-family-trees-are-simplywellnot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/5655071755194855536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/5655071755194855536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/09/vampire-family-trees-are-simplywellnot.html' title='Vampire Family Trees are Simply...well...not Simple!'/><author><name>Garden Nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05851436278563969405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TGnNcAsFU5I/AAAAAAAAACA/hKFJrKAHWbo/S220/indi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942948707094103154.post-3315018796722521658</id><published>2010-09-07T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:04:10.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B and S Ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nibble and Whore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement'/><title type='text'>And So The Plot Thickens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TIbt5mWtPqI/AAAAAAAAADM/zdmqeRQzLoI/s1600/mystery+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TIbt5mWtPqI/AAAAAAAAADM/zdmqeRQzLoI/s200/mystery+box.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514356367565864610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so much so, that I haven't even had time to consult the spirits, what with all that has been going on over the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me spell it out for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/profile.php?id=100001453221658&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Jackson&lt;/a&gt; is now &lt;em&gt;engaged&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/profile.php?id=100000591330134&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Candice&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't see that coming at all! Although Candice seems to be rather happy. She'll make such a beautiful bride too with her American Indian skin and dark, dark hair - so pretty :-) I wonder who she's picking for her bride's maids? *Hint, hint Candice ;-P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It appears that Jackson and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/profile.php?id=100001044502230&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Camilla&lt;/a&gt; have a HISTORY. Yep, they know each other, but both are keeping mum about their 'relationship.' Some sort of complicated blood tie is being hinted at, but I can't see that Jackson would let a vamp take his blood. And even MORE unlikely is that he would take blood from a vampire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A new name has popped out of the woodworks. Actually two of 'em. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/profile.php?id=100001502304133&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Jake Von House&lt;/a&gt; is the first one. He seems to be some sort of vampire hunter. Although from his Facebook account, he seems to be MIGHTY old - wonder what else can live longer than humans? Once again, Camilla seems to know him, although by a different name. Dunno what all that is about {shrugs}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The second new person on the scene is a little known character who goes by the name of &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/profile.php?id=100001185637210&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Penne Stargazer&lt;/a&gt;. What a pretty name, huh? I don't know anything about her, and she doesn't seem to know anyone (or anyone that I know) at all. I wonder what she will bring to the mix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Camilla is throwing a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/event.php?eid=142346125806435&amp;ref=ts"&gt;B &amp; S Ball&lt;/a&gt; at the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/group.php?gid=122799631068566"&gt;Nibble and Whore&lt;/a&gt;. For those of you who aren't an Aussie, that stands for Bachelor and Spinster's Ball. Normally single people attend. It's a good excuse to get pissed and more importantly GET LAID! Although in Camilla's case, I think the aim of the game is to SUCK BLOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it all is, in a nut shell. I'm sure I've left stuff out, but even with just this list, I have MORE than enough on my plate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3942948707094103154-3315018796722521658?l=indianashamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/feeds/3315018796722521658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-so-plot-thickens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/3315018796722521658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/3315018796722521658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-so-plot-thickens.html' title='And So The Plot Thickens...'/><author><name>Garden Nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05851436278563969405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TGnNcAsFU5I/AAAAAAAAACA/hKFJrKAHWbo/S220/indi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TIbt5mWtPqI/AAAAAAAAADM/zdmqeRQzLoI/s72-c/mystery+box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942948707094103154.post-8059819319833109413</id><published>2010-09-03T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:34:32.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza oven'/><title type='text'>What Can You Cook in a Pizza Oven?</title><content type='html'>So &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100001453221658&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Jackson&lt;/a&gt; has just announced that it is pizza night at his place next weekend. Apparently it can fit two grown adults in it - though I don't really want to know &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; he knows that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TIFZo3tHrdI/AAAAAAAAADE/EKqh1vwk9D4/s1600/phone+photos+291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TIFZo3tHrdI/AAAAAAAAADE/EKqh1vwk9D4/s200/phone+photos+291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512785977561034194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the plot is thickening - what the &lt;strong&gt;fuck&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; Jackson? He's denying that he's any sort of vamp. Which must be true, since he is out in daylight and all. But my mind just can't draw any conclusions. Later on today (it's 5am here as I write...my brain is too wound up to sleep), I'm gonna consult the spirits. Maybe they have something I can work with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who is on the guest list I hear you ask? Well, it's a mixed bunch. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100000483461896&amp;ref=ts"&gt;I&lt;/a&gt; will be there (obviously), so will &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100000603815959&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;. Although I wish he had declined his invite - the thought of the pair of them in the same house at the same time makes me think back to that fact about how many bodies you can fit into the damn oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to people invited...&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100000591330134&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Candice&lt;/a&gt; will be there, so will &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100001044502230&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Camilla&lt;/a&gt;, which I thought was odd - how the hell does he know her?? Mrs Picken-Butt rounds up the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will just be an interesting night...and not a deadly one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3942948707094103154-8059819319833109413?l=indianashamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/feeds/8059819319833109413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-can-you-cook-in-pizza-oven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/8059819319833109413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/8059819319833109413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-can-you-cook-in-pizza-oven.html' title='What Can You Cook in a Pizza Oven?'/><author><name>Garden Nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05851436278563969405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TGnNcAsFU5I/AAAAAAAAACA/hKFJrKAHWbo/S220/indi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TIFZo3tHrdI/AAAAAAAAADE/EKqh1vwk9D4/s72-c/phone+photos+291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942948707094103154.post-5399471636961768407</id><published>2010-08-29T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T14:03:02.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LeFanu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nibble and Whore'/><title type='text'>Vampire Whorehouses are Scary!</title><content type='html'>So &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/profile.php?id=100000591330134&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Candice&lt;/a&gt; and I went off to investigate the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/group.php?gid=122799631068566&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Nibble and Whore&lt;/a&gt; - and let me just say I hope I NEVER have to enter that place again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, red and black is SO overdone in that place. Ditto lace and chains. {sigh} Of course Leticia the Lash doesn't seem to think so. And I wasn't about to argue about it since she had a paddle that could slap the word 'slut' into my forehead quicker than it took me to write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the 'establishment' is run by, not only my neighbour, but another vampire who goes by the name of &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/profile.php?id=100001044502230&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Camilla LeFanu&lt;/a&gt;. Now you all probably remember how much she likes me (damn lesbian vampires!) so a visit with her is always akin to kiss chasey that involves a shark and a seal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Camilla insists that she has never had a hobbit walk through her doors, but in the same breath, she had commented on my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/profile.php?id=100000483461896&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; page that hobbits taste like dirt and old feet. And so did Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/profile.php?id=100001453221658&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Jackson Compton&lt;/a&gt; (no relation to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/WilliamComptonBT?ref=ts"&gt;Bill&lt;/a&gt;, by the way) is an old friend of mine that I have recently become reacquainted with. We went to high school together. I think him and Candice have a 'thing' for each other, not that I can prove anything. But since he has come back into my life, I get the feeling that he is hiding something from us all. Some horrible BIG thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope it isn't the fact that he is a hobbit killing blood sucker...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3942948707094103154-5399471636961768407?l=indianashamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/feeds/5399471636961768407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/08/vampire-whorehouses-are-scary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/5399471636961768407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/5399471636961768407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/08/vampire-whorehouses-are-scary.html' title='Vampire Whorehouses are Scary!'/><author><name>Garden Nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05851436278563969405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TGnNcAsFU5I/AAAAAAAAACA/hKFJrKAHWbo/S220/indi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942948707094103154.post-8576660084482511164</id><published>2010-08-28T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T14:02:25.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothel'/><title type='text'>A Trip to the Nibble and Whore</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I am about to leave with &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/profile.php?id=100000591330134&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Candice&lt;/a&gt; to visit a vampire brothel *eeeww* In fact Candice is looking over my shoulder as I type trying to hurry me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did I end up having to visit a place like the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000483461896#!/group.php?gid=122799631068566"&gt;Nibble and Whore&lt;/a&gt;, I hear you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it has to do with a hobbit, and certain hole in the ground in which I found him - Mr Berrywinkle, to be exact. By now you would think that i had learned to leave sleeping dogs lie. Well - guess again! I went poking around in that damn hole again and this time I didn't find a body - I found a business card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000483461896#!/group.php?gid=122799631068566"&gt;Nibble and Whore&lt;/a&gt; exists. In fact it is right next door to my house. My neighbour was killed accidentally not that long ago. Well, killed is a bit of an exaggeration...&lt;em&gt;turned&lt;/em&gt; is probably the better term. Yes, Mrs Sally Picken-Butt was turned into a vampire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who know that she would turn out to be such a good vampire madam? Certainly not me. And not her dead husband either. Frank (her hubby) is now officially a ghost, and since he knows that I can see dead people, he has taken to spending a lot of time at my place. Time that he spends bitching about his now vampire wife. Man I am &lt;em&gt;SOOOOOOOO&lt;/em&gt; glad I have an off switch for spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now I have gotten off track. And Candice is is my ear telling me to finish up so we can get a move on. Guess I'll have something to report tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/profile.php?id=100000603815959"&gt;Sam Von Strike&lt;/a&gt; has been delayed in returning to Australia also. Dunno where he is off to now that he has left Bermuda - he isn't allowed to tell me. Boy I miss him {sigh}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3942948707094103154-8576660084482511164?l=indianashamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/feeds/8576660084482511164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/08/trip-to-nibble-and-whore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/8576660084482511164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/8576660084482511164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/08/trip-to-nibble-and-whore.html' title='A Trip to the Nibble and Whore'/><author><name>Garden Nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05851436278563969405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TGnNcAsFU5I/AAAAAAAAACA/hKFJrKAHWbo/S220/indi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942948707094103154.post-8741345540003738358</id><published>2010-08-22T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T13:30:25.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspects'/><title type='text'>R.I.P. Mr Berrywinkle</title><content type='html'>Well, I was right, not that that makes me feel any better. And did you know that dead hobbit bodies crumble into dirt as soon as you expose their whole body to the open air? No, I didn't either - I guess you learn something new everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Berrywinkle was kind and old and always offering cake when you walked past his door. I still can't fathom how anyone would cause him grief! You know I was talking to Miss Serena, the Oracle who lives next door to Mr Berrywinkle, and she was telling me about how he was due to celebrate his eleventy third birthday. Such a dreadful shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Miss Serena is even more saddened by the fact that this happened right next door to her and she never got a whisper of a premonition. In fact, I think that terrifies her straight through to the bone, if I had to take an educated guess on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now there is the added stress of having to suspect people I know of committing such a terrible crime. I can rule Sam out, since he is in Bermuda at the moment - unless hobbit bodies don't decay while underground (Oh crap! I hadn't thought of that, looks like I need to put Sam back on the list). Both Camilla Lefanu and Jackson Compton have admitted to knowing what Hobbit blood tastes like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the moment I think Camilla is more likely to have killed Mr Berrywinkle, after all she has no scruples and she is completely less impressed with men than she is with women. Jackson, though, is my wild card. You see he has been to supernatural boot camp. He knows how they all tick, he knows how to kill with his bare hands. But then again, boot camp is designed to create a human army to protect the supernatural. &lt;br /&gt;Could it be possible that Jackson has crossed over to the dark side?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3942948707094103154-8741345540003738358?l=indianashamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/feeds/8741345540003738358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/08/rip-mr-berrywinkle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/8741345540003738358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/8741345540003738358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/08/rip-mr-berrywinkle.html' title='R.I.P. Mr Berrywinkle'/><author><name>Garden Nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05851436278563969405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TGnNcAsFU5I/AAAAAAAAACA/hKFJrKAHWbo/S220/indi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942948707094103154.post-157552419445265843</id><published>2010-08-19T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T18:24:05.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbit'/><title type='text'>And so a Foot is Found...</title><content type='html'>...in my backyard. I knew, I just KNEW I shouldn't be poking that pile of dirt down by the creek that is the boundary of my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TG3BjTD-rMI/AAAAAAAAACs/v51voWQSKMY/s1600/pileofdirt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TG3BjTD-rMI/AAAAAAAAACs/v51voWQSKMY/s200/pileofdirt.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507270731500530882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But against all better judgement I got out there this morning all bright eyed and bushy tailed and had another poke around. A serious poke around this time. After the stick hit something a little bit solid, I went and got a shovel. And what I discovered is disturbing...to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I found a foot...a foot that is still attached to it's leg. But once I found it I had to stop digging. You see the foot looks suspiciously like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TG3Cdd1OmMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DVdx7oPHB8o/s1600/hobbitfeet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TG3Cdd1OmMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DVdx7oPHB8o/s200/hobbitfeet.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507271730823862466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only person that I know who has feet like those in Mr Berrywinkle, the hobbit who lives across the creek on Albatross Lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on god's good earth would anyone want to kill a hobbit?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why would they bury him on my property???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3942948707094103154-157552419445265843?l=indianashamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/feeds/157552419445265843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-so-foot-is-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/157552419445265843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/157552419445265843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-so-foot-is-found.html' title='And so a Foot is Found...'/><author><name>Garden Nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05851436278563969405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TGnNcAsFU5I/AAAAAAAAACA/hKFJrKAHWbo/S220/indi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TG3BjTD-rMI/AAAAAAAAACs/v51voWQSKMY/s72-c/pileofdirt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942948707094103154.post-1071989210884922071</id><published>2010-08-17T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:04:52.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampire skull'/><title type='text'>What do you do when you find a....</title><content type='html'>...skull in your back yard?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an odd one at that??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the picture. As you can tell I've cleaned it up some what:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TGsjfD_VDII/AAAAAAAAACk/WzvoaT0vTZg/s1600/vampirebrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TGsjfD_VDII/AAAAAAAAACk/WzvoaT0vTZg/s200/vampirebrick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506533985944407170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole 'freaking out because there was a human skull buried in my yard' thing, I calmed down a little and managed to do a Google search. You would never guess what I found...and who would have thought that typing 'human skulls with bricks in their mouths' in to Google would be fruitful?...Anyway, to get back to the story (can you tell I'm still a little crazy-scared???), it turns out that people who were suspected of being...wait for it....the good bit's coming.....VAMPIRES (told you it was good ;-P ) were buried with a brick in their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that skulls like this have been discovered before in places like Venice and Poland. The belief stems from the a belief that the plague was actually caused by vampires. Apparently a brick placed in the mouth of the suspected vampire prevented them from spitting blood and therefore infecting hapless humans that just happened to be standing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, personally, if someone had just died of the plague, you wouldn't find me just waiting around for them to turn into a blood sucker and spit their infection at me {shrugs}. But then again - each to their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this still doesn't explain the weird smell coming from my yard - what else is hidden there??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3942948707094103154-1071989210884922071?l=indianashamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/feeds/1071989210884922071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-do-you-do-when-you-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/1071989210884922071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/1071989210884922071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-do-you-do-when-you-find.html' title='What do you do when you find a....'/><author><name>Garden Nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05851436278563969405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TGnNcAsFU5I/AAAAAAAAACA/hKFJrKAHWbo/S220/indi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TGsjfD_VDII/AAAAAAAAACk/WzvoaT0vTZg/s72-c/vampirebrick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942948707094103154.post-6347971694516332234</id><published>2010-08-16T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T13:31:57.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird smells'/><title type='text'>Weird Smells...</title><content type='html'>...are happening out there in my backyard. See this is what happens when you associate with vampires!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping it is nothing more serious than some poor animal has died out there by the creek out back and the smell is wafting. Or maybe some neighbours cat has been hit by a car and managed to drag itself into my yard before carking it. Although I hate the though of breaking that news to one of my neighbours almost as much as I hate option number three - the fact that damn Sam has gone and 'accidentally' killed someone and thought that my back yard was the perfect place to conceal a bloody murder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for my mate to arrive, my partner in crime, so we can go and dig around a bit. I'm too scared to do it myself, I hate to admit it, but there it is, written out there in front of me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is Candice knocking on the door now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to bite the bullet and see what is hidden out in yard - what will it be, I wonder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3942948707094103154-6347971694516332234?l=indianashamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/feeds/6347971694516332234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/08/weird-smells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/6347971694516332234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3942948707094103154/posts/default/6347971694516332234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianashamira.blogspot.com/2010/08/weird-smells.html' title='Weird Smells...'/><author><name>Garden Nut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05851436278563969405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TkDIo7rM1dw/TGnNcAsFU5I/AAAAAAAAACA/hKFJrKAHWbo/S220/indi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
