<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/jentoblues1011719"><title>Jentoblueses Muses - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jentoblues1011719/</link><description>Jennifer: Far from domestic goddess.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jentoblues1011719/410112" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jentoblues1011719/401821" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jentoblues1011719/400843" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jentoblues1011719/400545" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jentoblues1011719/400079" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jentoblues1011719/398535" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jentoblues1011719/397930" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jentoblues1011719/397040" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jentoblues1011719/396846" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jentoblues1011719/396246" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jentoblues1011719/410112"><title>I Did It!</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jentoblues1011719/410112</link><description>I jumped Sunday....twice. The first time was a bit of a fiasco. I was terrified in the plane; the fear consumed me and as the (teeny-tiny) plane took off, I closed my eyes grabbing onto some kid's hand and leg (I bet I left bruises on his calf) as I tried to control my thoughts. Finally I was...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jentoblues1011719/401821"><title>Family</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jentoblues1011719/401821</link><description>It’s 8:00 AM on Sunday morning and the house is quiet. My son is at an overnight birthday party, and my brother, John—back for a short visit from Iowa—is still sleeping. 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