<?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-8746686941573971695</id><updated>2012-01-24T13:55:21.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BHH</title><subtitle type='html'>build his house</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhhinc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746686941573971695/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhhinc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Byron and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571485706928413836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVbjRA9w_Lk/Tw9rrVVscVI/AAAAAAAAAr8/pexotAApiCc/s220/The%2525252520Fam.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746686941573971695.post-2793064830701306268</id><published>2012-01-24T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:20:24.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;New Blog by Delana! Go to Delana's Notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMING SOON...Jared Teska's journey to Cavnic.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746686941573971695-2793064830701306268?l=bhhinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhhinc.blogspot.com/feeds/2793064830701306268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhhinc.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-blog-by-delana-go-to-delanas-notes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746686941573971695/posts/default/2793064830701306268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746686941573971695/posts/default/2793064830701306268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhhinc.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-blog-by-delana-go-to-delanas-notes.html' title=''/><author><name>Byron and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571485706928413836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVbjRA9w_Lk/Tw9rrVVscVI/AAAAAAAAAr8/pexotAApiCc/s220/The%2525252520Fam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746686941573971695.post-1153219668453135942</id><published>2012-01-12T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T13:15:22.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had To Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egax97SJAnw/TuPv5eJwukI/AAAAAAAAAok/CkffP6TZ4ow/s1600/David+and+Delana" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egax97SJAnw/TuPv5eJwukI/AAAAAAAAAok/CkffP6TZ4ow/s1600/David+and+Delana" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The other day, as I was driving home from work, I saw this lady walking and pushing one of those tall carts on wheels.&amp;nbsp; It looked like she had groceries in the cart.&amp;nbsp; It was a really cold and very blustery day.&amp;nbsp; The wind was just brutal. &amp;nbsp; Where my office is, it is commonplace to see people walking.&amp;nbsp; Some are homeless, pushing carts with their possession in them.&amp;nbsp; Others are on their way somewhere.&amp;nbsp; But never, have I ever had the urge to pull over and give someone a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, something was different about this lady. Or more than likely something had shifted in my heart.&amp;nbsp; I had this strong urge to turn the car around and offer to give her a ride.&amp;nbsp; I wrestled with my thoughts.&amp;nbsp; Thinking:&amp;nbsp; "Really?&amp;nbsp; What's up with that"&amp;nbsp; "I've never had this kind of thought before"&amp;nbsp; "What if ... ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; turned my car around and pulled over near her.&amp;nbsp; I pulled up slowly, smiled really big and asked "Would you like a ride?&amp;nbsp; It's so cold and windy.&amp;nbsp; Can I give you a lift home?"&amp;nbsp; It was her eyes that I remember the most.&amp;nbsp; She was elderly and had a beautiful smile.&amp;nbsp; She graciously declined the offer to squeeze into a little VW bug with her groceries, saying that her home was just a 1/2 a block away.&amp;nbsp; But those eyes!&amp;nbsp; They were bright and blue.&amp;nbsp; There had to be stories galore behind those eyes.&amp;nbsp; I found myself just wanting to talk with her.&amp;nbsp; To ask her about her life, her stories.&amp;nbsp; But, I pulled away and really was near tears because I felt that I had just missed out on someone wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I prayed as I drove on.&amp;nbsp; Asking the Father to bless her as He saw fit.&amp;nbsp; It also made me think of others that the Father sees and I don't.&amp;nbsp; It was a moment of grace and awareness all rolled into one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=8746686941573971695#editor/target=page;pageID=5437999114529018307" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" target="_blank"&gt;Delana's Notes...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746686941573971695-1153219668453135942?l=bhhinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhhinc.blogspot.com/feeds/1153219668453135942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhhinc.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-had-to-stop.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746686941573971695/posts/default/1153219668453135942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746686941573971695/posts/default/1153219668453135942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhhinc.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-had-to-stop.html' title='I Had To Stop'/><author><name>Byron and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571485706928413836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVbjRA9w_Lk/Tw9rrVVscVI/AAAAAAAAAr8/pexotAApiCc/s220/The%2525252520Fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egax97SJAnw/TuPv5eJwukI/AAAAAAAAAok/CkffP6TZ4ow/s72-c/David+and+Delana' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746686941573971695.post-3501820653685517286</id><published>2011-12-23T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T09:32:33.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Gonna Play Scrooge?</title><content type='html'>As I suggested in my last blog, I'm not tired anymore. That's a good thing as we head into the holidays --- Christmas and New Years. We are spending time with family and friends here in NorCal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was pretty much a blessing for me growing up. I had everything I needed and pretty much wanted. Not everything of course, my folks weren't indulgent but we didn't lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-By3RCEhwpfI/TvSx9He_AhI/AAAAAAAAApM/W5PNogYCUNA/s1600/Scrooge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-By3RCEhwpfI/TvSx9He_AhI/AAAAAAAAApM/W5PNogYCUNA/s320/Scrooge.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Byron's Scrooge moment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Since that time Crystal, Kate and I have had Christmas' that were not abundant and the table was trim. It has never been empty nor lacked a present or two under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one year I tried to play scrooge. That was wrong in lot's of ways and it ended poorly, with me scrambling to the tree lot hoping and praying for a decent tree to bring home. Glad that went away quickly, as are Crystal and Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am thinking about how many people won't experience a Christmas with family and friends. That's a sad thing. It's unfortunate and something that we can help with...we can be looking for opportunities.&amp;nbsp;Not all widows and fatherless are in other countries. Some are right here in our midst and we can help.&amp;nbsp;Maybe there is a single mom needing an extra gift for their child. Maybe a widow on your street, at church or work who might need that little extra help this month. It's not a lot, even $10 or $20 can be a huge blessing to someone without.&amp;nbsp;Consider doubling your tip to the local waitress at your favorite restaurant (I've had some amazing God encounters giving this way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if we ask the Father for some way to give he will show us. It's like we get to be a part of someones story. It's a win-win situation. They win and we get blessed just for giving. That's really quite amazing. Of course for me it's like going to the gym. I rarely enjoy the experience until I'm walking out of the gym, but we&amp;nbsp;will have some amazing stories to tell come the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki, Gary, Delana, David, Crystal, Kate and I are very blessed by you. What a joy to know you and all that God is doing through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From all of us here at Build His House&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746686941573971695-3501820653685517286?l=bhhinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhhinc.blogspot.com/feeds/3501820653685517286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhhinc.blogspot.com/2011/12/whos-gonna-play-scrooge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746686941573971695/posts/default/3501820653685517286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746686941573971695/posts/default/3501820653685517286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhhinc.blogspot.com/2011/12/whos-gonna-play-scrooge.html' title='Who&apos;s Gonna Play Scrooge?'/><author><name>Byron and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571485706928413836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVbjRA9w_Lk/Tw9rrVVscVI/AAAAAAAAAr8/pexotAApiCc/s220/The%2525252520Fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-By3RCEhwpfI/TvSx9He_AhI/AAAAAAAAApM/W5PNogYCUNA/s72-c/Scrooge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746686941573971695.post-3275084597138116317</id><published>2011-12-18T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T10:58:18.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I'm Tired</title><content type='html'>Today I'm a bit tired having just returned from a trip to the Dallas/Fort Worth area. I have to use both names because I have friends in both places. Some call it the Metroplex, which sounds to much like a Batman movie to me so I just say DFW. It's easy to remember, and it's the airport code I use a lot for travels, as I'm a life time Priority member with American Airlines having flown close to two million miles with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CqFHSjWscC0/Tu4240jusOI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ljNIcTq_wi4/s1600/American-Airlines.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CqFHSjWscC0/Tu4240jusOI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ljNIcTq_wi4/s320/American-Airlines.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I stopped using AA for a while because I felt tired of their attitude. But now, having flown this weekend with AA &amp;nbsp;it feels more like home. Well, not home as in where I live but home as in comfortable or a known place. It was nice I guess, if you have to fly and you have to board a commercial airline (anyone wishing to loan me their corporate jet for the next few years...). But I was tired.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Sitting next to me was a young lad coming home from University for Christmas. Nice guy, but immediately got lost in his iPad and a movie and never realized the irritation he was producing. &amp;nbsp;Ya, irritation...even Christians get irritated we're just suppose to know how to deal with it better. I figured it must have been one of several things promoting his NLS (nervous leg syndrome) that was shaking the entire row of seats. It could be he's afraid of flying or he's going home and telling his parents he dropped out of school or maybe he really does have NLS. &amp;nbsp;I kept thinking of a Steve Martin song from his SNL days and wishing I had a way to gently tell this agitating young man to stop the washing machine cycle. &amp;nbsp;But I decided the best was to pray. Why not, see what would happen, give it a chance. I was tired and didn't really want to confront "Legs."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;It worked, he feel asleep. It took me a minute to realize 'it' had stopped. It's amazing how quickly our minds will adjust to things, pleasant or other. But now, I'm home for Christmas. I'm tired today but fortunately that's not a permanent situation. It'll pass and I'll be boarding another plane (hopefully one of your private jets) and enjoying the life of flying and traveling again. It's a glorious life...ask any person that flies for business on a weekly basis how much fun it is for them. I wonder how many regular fliers pray similar prayers and see the answers? I bet it's a bunch. I guess it just goes to prove that God is both kind and nice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Disclaimer: NLS is a made up term. This is not the other shaky leg disease that is for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746686941573971695-3275084597138116317?l=bhhinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746686941573971695/posts/default/3275084597138116317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746686941573971695/posts/default/3275084597138116317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhhinc.blogspot.com/2011/12/today-im-tired.html' title='Today I&apos;m Tired'/><author><name>Byron and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571485706928413836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVbjRA9w_Lk/Tw9rrVVscVI/AAAAAAAAAr8/pexotAApiCc/s220/The%2525252520Fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CqFHSjWscC0/Tu4240jusOI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ljNIcTq_wi4/s72-c/American-Airlines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><georss:featurename>Sacramento International Airport, 6900 Airport Blvd, Sacramento, CA 95837, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>38.6925757 -121.5907798</georss:point><georss:box>38.667788699999996 -121.63026180000001 38.7173627 -121.5512978</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8746686941573971695.post-4021376255713537482</id><published>2011-12-09T14:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:33:13.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately I've Been Singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes I just wake up with a song in my head. You know, it's that song I remember only a few of the words but the melody stays with you all day, even sometimes for days. I have no idea where the song came from, I wasn't thinking about it the night before nor was it in a dream. I simply woke to this melody running through my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ev1QaI5FFEY/TuKOUkWq7LI/AAAAAAAAAoE/MIZxNI4DE9E/s1600/WorldView.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ev1QaI5FFEY/TuKOUkWq7LI/AAAAAAAAAoE/MIZxNI4DE9E/s200/WorldView.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There is an old song from the musical, The Sound of Music, I didn't especially like this as a child and I didn't dislike it. It was alright. I enjoyed the story behind it, but in one song there is a single line that says, "Somewhere in your childhood you must have done something good."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;More than any song that I've woken to, this is the most popular that has played on the Jukebox of my mind. It speaks in to my spirit, my heart and my soul. It's like the Father saying, Byron, just because you are you and I am, good things are coming your way. It's a very encouraging moment when the Lord plays this song on my spiritual XM Radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He loves to sing over us. I &amp;nbsp;know he is singing to you. It might be a very unusual song or one you would never listen to on your own...but then his frequency is far deeper than ours with greater broadband. He can choose any song on Itunes he wishes to download into your spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Enjoy the free download today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Byron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8746686941573971695-4021376255713537482?l=bhhinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746686941573971695/posts/default/4021376255713537482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8746686941573971695/posts/default/4021376255713537482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhhinc.blogspot.com/2011/12/lately-ive-been-singing.html' title='Lately I&apos;ve Been Singing'/><author><name>Byron and Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571485706928413836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVbjRA9w_Lk/Tw9rrVVscVI/AAAAAAAAAr8/pexotAApiCc/s220/The%2525252520Fam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ev1QaI5FFEY/TuKOUkWq7LI/AAAAAAAAAoE/MIZxNI4DE9E/s72-c/WorldView.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><georss:featurename>Panera&amp;#39;s - Vacaville</georss:featurename><georss:point>38.3565773 -121.9877444</georss:point><georss:box>38.3067718 -122.0667084 38.406382799999996 -121.9087804</georss:box></entry></feed>
