<?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-4404803774933862091</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:28:31.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The life and trials of a stay at home mommy...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mariah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15205107046741420885</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404803774933862091.post-1914394725665643683</id><published>2007-09-09T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:39:39.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5j6bOoGLcA8/RuTYLusp2fI/AAAAAAAAABM/wBUVIBT2qR0/s1600-h/014_14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5j6bOoGLcA8/RuTYLusp2fI/AAAAAAAAABM/wBUVIBT2qR0/s320/014_14.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108445573370468850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is Ross hanging out with his Daddy watching the news!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404803774933862091-1914394725665643683?l=ryagirl04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/feeds/1914394725665643683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404803774933862091&amp;postID=1914394725665643683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default/1914394725665643683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default/1914394725665643683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-big-boy.html' title='My Big Boy'/><author><name>Mariah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15205107046741420885</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5j6bOoGLcA8/RuTYLusp2fI/AAAAAAAAABM/wBUVIBT2qR0/s72-c/014_14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404803774933862091.post-3417466524377025634</id><published>2007-09-07T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:25:24.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma-Lee and Kathleen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5j6bOoGLcA8/RyIiw8VYkNI/AAAAAAAAABU/P4yJpK9RlHg/s1600-h/005_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5j6bOoGLcA8/RyIiw8VYkNI/AAAAAAAAABU/P4yJpK9RlHg/s320/005_5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125697550125928658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen is my free spirit, all faries, pixi dust, and tutus. She knows what she wants and will do what it takes to get it. She is happy to be 4, she can now behave (she says) because she is a big girl. &lt;br /&gt; She has a new "school" she goes to every Thursday. We attend MOPS ( Mothers Of Pre schoolers) where she goes and has a worship and bible class for her and one for me!!She has of core wraped her teachers around her finger with her matter of fact way of speaking. I think it will help when she stars VPK next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5j6bOoGLcA8/RyIu1sVYkOI/AAAAAAAAABc/jgHod91UJsE/s1600-h/007_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5j6bOoGLcA8/RyIu1sVYkOI/AAAAAAAAABc/jgHod91UJsE/s320/007_7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125710825869840610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma-Lee is my back up. She is the one getting on to Kathleen when I am not in the room. She thinks Ross is hers and she has already found a husband at the ripe old age of 5. &lt;br /&gt; Being in Kindergarten has changed her a bit. She gives back more sass, But that can at least be dealt with. I hear every bad thing the other children do. She has had no problems yet, but no child is perfect, Not even mine!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404803774933862091-3417466524377025634?l=ryagirl04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/feeds/3417466524377025634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404803774933862091&amp;postID=3417466524377025634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default/3417466524377025634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default/3417466524377025634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-ross-man.html' title='Emma-Lee and Kathleen'/><author><name>Mariah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15205107046741420885</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5j6bOoGLcA8/RyIiw8VYkNI/AAAAAAAAABU/P4yJpK9RlHg/s72-c/005_5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404803774933862091.post-3363454164638970634</id><published>2007-09-04T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:02:10.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's minds ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This weekend we had places to go and it is my job to get all 3 kids, myself, and the diaper bag ready. My Husband only has to worry about himself. ( we &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;all see&lt;/span&gt; where this is going) I was ready at 4:00pm and we didn't leave until 10min to 6:00pm. I was so frustrated with him that I was praying for patience and strength to get through this with out the normal bickering. Emma-Lee caught me and asked me what I was praying for. I told her Patience and strength, of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coarse&lt;/span&gt; I didn't tell her why!! Kathleen upon hearing this decided she needed to pray. " Dear God can you give me a new pink tutu with gems on it Amen" I (trying hard not to laugh) told her she couldn't pray to God for a new tutu, that she could ask us for her birthday coming up for one. With that said I hear Emma-Lee behind me praying, " Dear God please give mommy patience to deal with Kathleen and tell her to stop asking you for a tutu Amen!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago my mom called me to tell me my 2 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nephew&lt;/span&gt; modified the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt; prayer I taught him. His new prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God our Moder, God our Moder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;once again, once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for our pudding, Thank you for our pudding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AWWWman&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AWWWman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enough Said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404803774933862091-3363454164638970634?l=ryagirl04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/feeds/3363454164638970634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404803774933862091&amp;postID=3363454164638970634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default/3363454164638970634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default/3363454164638970634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/2007/09/childrens-minds.html' title='Children&apos;s minds ;)'/><author><name>Mariah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15205107046741420885</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404803774933862091.post-2993702417887964474</id><published>2007-09-04T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:45:19.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Begining of school cold :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sorry I have been inactive. We have been all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;sick. I love my Husband and children but they are the last people you want to see when your all sick !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Life is back on track now and Ross found his feet this weekend!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;He is always so happy when he learns something new. He barely slept yesterday because he was soo happy that he found a new portable toy! I miss the days when I was sooo easily amused. Heck I have 400 TV channels and can never find anything on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I think any parent will agree, that watching your children &lt;strong&gt;sometimes&lt;/strong&gt; can be more entertaining than TV. I have a few min. to myself so I am going to go clean the kitchen floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; Love to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404803774933862091-2993702417887964474?l=ryagirl04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/feeds/2993702417887964474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404803774933862091&amp;postID=2993702417887964474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default/2993702417887964474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default/2993702417887964474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/2007/09/begining-of-school-cold.html' title='Begining of school cold :('/><author><name>Mariah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15205107046741420885</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404803774933862091.post-7409321599527089836</id><published>2007-08-26T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T07:55:13.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first week!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  I am sorry for not updating sooner. It has been a crazy week running back and forth plus teaching and nursing. Whewwwww!! She loves Kindergaten!!! She has had happy faces all week and on Friday she got in the van and told on herself. She said a little boy in class made her spit on the slide. I asked if her teacher knew it happened and she said no. She knew that she didn't deserve the happy face for this small infraction, so the guilt on her face was enough for me to not take computer away from her. We are making her tell her teacher herself and letting the teacher deal with it as she sees fit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Kathleen has missed Emma-Lee very much all week but has also seen the benifits of being the oldest in the house while she is gone. She has power and likes it!!!! When Emmie gets home they are like two little puppies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Ross is taking life in strides. He pays close attention to all and everything. He has a zest about him. He is always happy and we want to keep it that way!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   Love to all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404803774933862091-7409321599527089836?l=ryagirl04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/feeds/7409321599527089836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404803774933862091&amp;postID=7409321599527089836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default/7409321599527089836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default/7409321599527089836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-week.html' title='The first week!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mariah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15205107046741420885</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404803774933862091.post-8445737042668876371</id><published>2007-08-20T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:05:47.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst day for any Mom!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today is the first day that being a mommy has been painful for me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My Emma-Lee has started kindergarten today. I know it seems mellow dramatic to some of you but it was like giving away my heart. She was being so brave. Last night she asked if I thought the other kids would pick on her. We waked to her class today and got pics. with her teacher, then she had to sit up against the wall and wait for the rest of her class mates. When she sat down she was hiding her face from me. Then as I was walking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;away I &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;looked&lt;/span&gt; over my &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shoulder&lt;/span&gt; to see the fear of the unknown on her face and I almost went back down that hall to bring her home.&lt;br /&gt;It made me remember my first day away from my Mom. Mom thought it would be good to put me in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;school. I cried all day!!! She ended up working at the school just so I wouldn't cry all the time. I did get used to it after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen asked if Emmie changed while she was away so long. I told her she was our same old Emma-Lee. I know how she is feeling because I have been a wreck for 24 hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;worrying&lt;/span&gt; if she would still be my well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;adjusted&lt;/span&gt; sweet innocent little girl. Come back soon for the update!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404803774933862091-8445737042668876371?l=ryagirl04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/feeds/8445737042668876371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404803774933862091&amp;postID=8445737042668876371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default/8445737042668876371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default/8445737042668876371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/2007/08/worst-day-for-any-mom.html' title='The worst day for any Mom!!'/><author><name>Mariah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15205107046741420885</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404803774933862091.post-5706586964132108691</id><published>2007-08-09T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:53:20.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a day to reflect!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday at around 5:30pm Our family changed forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keirsten&lt;/span&gt; had a car accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mayport&lt;/span&gt; Rd. in Jacksonville FL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   She was the only one involved. She hit a cement electrical poll head on. The poll ended up in the middle of the engine of their  Chevy, Suburban. She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unconscious&lt;/span&gt; until her brother in law came on the scene and started calling her name. He saw the whole thing from his rear view mirror. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;elec&lt;/span&gt;. poll was cracked and there were live wires all over the car. They were able to get her out once they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Paramedics&lt;/span&gt; saw her wake up. They believe she had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;seizure&lt;/span&gt;. We have no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;confirmation&lt;/span&gt; of that at this time. She has not a scratch on her and was released last night from the hospital. She will be seeing a Dr. to make sure she is all right. She is still in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shock&lt;/span&gt;. Every hour we are finding out more of the details. Her brother in law was on the phone with David (her husband) when he came on to the scene. My strength goes out to David. To be on the phone trying to get to your spouse, but also hearing the little details first hand. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Waiting&lt;/span&gt; for some one to confirm she woke up. I know he was in agony. I have been on auto pilot until I heard her voice today. She is still a little out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;  I know this is not an uplifting thing to write about, but life doesn't always give you rainbows and butterflies. I know that God was with her yesterday and that she was lucky. But I can't shake the feeling that this is a sign to everyone who hears this story, that don't take life and love for granted. For every moment you get to share with loved ones is priceless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;  Call all your family and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; today and tell them to be safe and that you love them!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404803774933862091-5706586964132108691?l=ryagirl04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/feeds/5706586964132108691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404803774933862091&amp;postID=5706586964132108691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default/5706586964132108691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default/5706586964132108691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-is-day-to-reflect.html' title='Today is a day to reflect!!'/><author><name>Mariah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15205107046741420885</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404803774933862091.post-6196362840930334766</id><published>2007-08-01T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T18:29:44.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye to Good Friends:(</title><content type='html'>We have some great friends that are moving back to Cali. this week.&lt;br /&gt;Corrie and Pat we will miss you so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note I want to remind everyone to remember that a friendship is a relationship that needs constant tending if you want to keep that friend in your life. If it is a phone call or e-mail don't forget to do it once a week minimum.&lt;br /&gt;How can we teach our children how to be good friends if we don't set a good example? You say "Hey I have a busy life!" but while you are taking a break at work just call one friend a day at that time. Make it a different friend every day so you can talk to everyone once a week. I took for granted that Corrie and Pat were an eighth of a mile from my house everyday. Now they are leaving and I will miss them so much. I will by the way bug the crap out of them on the phone and by e-mail every day. Sorry guys ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Corrie would say "Friends are God's way of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apologizing&lt;/span&gt; for your family!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404803774933862091-6196362840930334766?l=ryagirl04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/feeds/6196362840930334766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404803774933862091&amp;postID=6196362840930334766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default/6196362840930334766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default/6196362840930334766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-bye-to-good-friends.html' title='Good Bye to Good Friends:('/><author><name>Mariah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15205107046741420885</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404803774933862091.post-2067161439019079468</id><published>2007-07-31T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:48:06.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Hi Tech World!!</title><content type='html'>I am creating this blog to keep Family and Friends updated on our family. Since I will be so busy it will be hard to keep everyone posted on the children's progress. I thought this would be a fun way to keep in touch with what is going on! I hope you enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am a stay at home mom plus. I have 3 wonderful children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Emma-Lee is 5 She will be starting school on Aug. 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; excited!! She got glasses last week.She is my Minni Me. She thinks she is my helper.If she sees something she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; like she just tells you how to fix it and makes no bones about how much it bothered her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kathleen 3 going on 4  She is my little musical girl. She bursts out into song. You know how when you are watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grease&lt;/span&gt; and they all start singing and dancing? That is how this girl lives her life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ross 3 &amp;1/2 months  He is my Ball room dancer. Every night we dance after his bath. If I forget or get too busy he will fuss and I have to stop and Dance. We usually do this after Little big and Big sister goes to bed. So we have a little dance then he is happy to go off to bed himself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;More to come soon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404803774933862091-2067161439019079468?l=ryagirl04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/feeds/2067161439019079468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404803774933862091&amp;postID=2067161439019079468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default/2067161439019079468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404803774933862091/posts/default/2067161439019079468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryagirl04.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-hi-tech-world.html' title='Hello Hi Tech World!!'/><author><name>Mariah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15205107046741420885</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>
