<?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-11393569</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:04:44.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doloreschacker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11393569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doloreschacker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DoLoReS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692063339607495451</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11393569.post-111068691989089337</id><published>2005-03-12T19:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T20:25:58.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby: Me? I'm scared of everything. I'm scared of what I saw, I'm scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Dirty Dancing ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle: I could no sooner choose a favorite star in the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ever After ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beverly: I'm 22 years old - that's almost 30, and I still haven't accepted that this is my life. And I just wish that I could be dumb. And then I wouldn't know better and I could be happy and stop hoping. And I'm telling you this like you're interested in my boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Riding in cars with boys ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melvin Udall: I might be the only person on the face of the earth that knows you're the greatest woman on earth. I might be the only one who appreciates how amazing you are in every single thing that you do, and how you are with Spencer, "Spence," and in every single thought that you have, and how you say what you mean, and how you almost always mean something that's all about being straight and good. I think most people miss that about you, and I watch them, wondering how they can watch you bring their food, and clear their tables and never get that they just met the greatest woman alive. And the fact that I get it makes me feel good, about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ As good as it gets ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11393569-111068691989089337?l=doloreschacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doloreschacker.blogspot.com/feeds/111068691989089337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11393569&amp;postID=111068691989089337' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11393569/posts/default/111068691989089337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11393569/posts/default/111068691989089337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doloreschacker.blogspot.com/2005/03/baby-me-im-scared-of-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>DoLoReS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692063339607495451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11393569.post-111068577648282223</id><published>2005-03-12T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T19:49:36.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/dolores_chacker19/ddcouple.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11393569-111068577648282223?l=doloreschacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doloreschacker.blogspot.com/feeds/111068577648282223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11393569&amp;postID=111068577648282223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11393569/posts/default/111068577648282223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11393569/posts/default/111068577648282223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doloreschacker.blogspot.com/2005/03/dirty-dancing.html' title='Dirty Dancing'/><author><name>DoLoReS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17692063339607495451</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>
