<?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-3381448205273015310</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:22:13.083-08:00</updated><category term='CJ'/><category term='What kind of man do I live with?'/><category term='intro'/><title type='text'>kriagirl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trishy4Him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730991965619008231</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381448205273015310.post-5379913807926372120</id><published>2008-05-27T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:47:04.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One down, three to go...</title><summary type='text'>except I hate viewing education in terms of "years" and "graduating."  Those terms seem to imply there is a point in life when we are "finished" learning.  I'm sure younger folks may think so, but the older I get, the more I learn that I don't know much!I hope C.J. can learn this.  His commencement was held Friday night and my parents actually showed up!  My father-in-law and my niece drove up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5379913807926372120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3381448205273015310&amp;postID=5379913807926372120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/5379913807926372120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/5379913807926372120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-down-three-to-go.html' title='One down, three to go...'/><author><name>Trishy4Him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730991965619008231</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/_xkNsCndlBJw/SDv3tU4tGjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8-FiP7eTNpQ/s72-c/4h7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381448205273015310.post-7490893897944199928</id><published>2008-05-12T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:47:04.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollywood and the spring of laughter</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm a gypsy and love to travel.  I love Gatlinburg, Pigeon Forge, and Dollywood.  I think Dollywood is one of the most beautiful theme parks in our country.  It isn't large (like Disney), but we can turn our kids loose and not worry about their every movement.  The entertainment is superb.  The food is quite nice and not outrageous.  Jonathan is the cautious one in the family...everyone knows</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7490893897944199928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3381448205273015310&amp;postID=7490893897944199928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/7490893897944199928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/7490893897944199928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/dollywood-and-spring-of-laughter.html' title='Dollywood and the spring of laughter'/><author><name>Trishy4Him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730991965619008231</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/_xkNsCndlBJw/SCh88DK7fnI/AAAAAAAAADs/14vx7YcIu3I/s72-c/da+pics!+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381448205273015310.post-7448972286484304337</id><published>2008-05-05T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:47:04.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Are We Here?</title><summary type='text'>I'm not talking about how did we (my family) end up in this state - that post would take two pages at least and I don't think that subject is as interesting as talking about origins of life.  Now, in my circles you must understand that the subject matter of the movie "Expelled" is really nothing new.  I've known about those types of punishments, bandishments, shunnings, firings, etc...for any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7448972286484304337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3381448205273015310&amp;postID=7448972286484304337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/7448972286484304337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/7448972286484304337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-are-we-here.html' title='How Are We Here?'/><author><name>Trishy4Him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730991965619008231</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkNsCndlBJw/SB8M8TXyb3I/AAAAAAAAADk/v7RPvRYuxM8/s72-c/100_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381448205273015310.post-5967855073899059597</id><published>2008-05-01T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:47:05.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments of greatness</title><summary type='text'>In the previous post, I wrote of an incidence that Br. had last weekend that is familiar to all of us - failure (or the "appearance" of it).  He feels he failed, but many of us know that he LEARNED.  I feel failure is only when you don't learn from the experience.So, in this post, I have to write about success.  W. has been involved in performing arts for years.  She sings, acts, plays the piano,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5967855073899059597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3381448205273015310&amp;postID=5967855073899059597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/5967855073899059597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/5967855073899059597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/moments-of-greatness.html' title='Moments of greatness'/><author><name>Trishy4Him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730991965619008231</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/_xkNsCndlBJw/SBm03DXyb2I/AAAAAAAAADc/PaSTAO46zCg/s72-c/2007.dec21+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381448205273015310.post-4298642624918852398</id><published>2008-04-26T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:47:05.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the words just aren't there!</title><summary type='text'>Br. and W. had their district competition with 4-H.  They had to earn enough points through auditions and a showcase to do this competition, so I was proud of them.In a karate costume loaned by a friend, Br. had practiced "Kung Fu Fighting" for the umteenth millionth time in the car.  He had shown us his dance moves (and this kid is all arms and legs - so funny).  He seemed SOOO prepared.  But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4298642624918852398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3381448205273015310&amp;postID=4298642624918852398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/4298642624918852398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/4298642624918852398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-words-just-arent-there.html' title='When the words just aren&apos;t there!'/><author><name>Trishy4Him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730991965619008231</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/_xkNsCndlBJw/SBOt9jXyb1I/AAAAAAAAADU/e5lytTNnnes/s72-c/2007.dec21+131+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381448205273015310.post-284061624501639222</id><published>2008-04-20T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:47:06.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The parting of the sea...</title><summary type='text'>Br. and G. spent a great deal of time creating this.  I made some photo copies of some sea life and they colored, cut, and glued these to the blue construction paper.  I hand drew a quick whale on some large paper and they both painted it.  They were very proud of their work.Once we hung the papers, we now had our Red Sea opened!  Halfway through the Seder, we pretended we were the children of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/284061624501639222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3381448205273015310&amp;postID=284061624501639222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/284061624501639222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/284061624501639222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/parting-of-sea.html' title='The parting of the sea...'/><author><name>Trishy4Him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730991965619008231</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/_xkNsCndlBJw/SAvtoP_CtWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_a-vu1hfQRc/s72-c/100_0087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381448205273015310.post-2256878881163202524</id><published>2008-04-20T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:47:07.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passover - Our first Seder in our home</title><summary type='text'>Yep, we actually did it. Jonathan wanted to invite some people over to share it with us, but since this was our first to host, I just wanted our family around. C.J. could not get off work, even though he tried desperately. We went to one hosted by a church last year and it was very insightful. However, it meant so much more going through the Haggadah as a family. In the first picture above, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2256878881163202524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3381448205273015310&amp;postID=2256878881163202524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/2256878881163202524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/2256878881163202524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/passover-our-first-seder-in-our-home.html' title='Passover - Our first Seder in our home'/><author><name>Trishy4Him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730991965619008231</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/_xkNsCndlBJw/SAvrgP_CtUI/AAAAAAAAACs/HDy5vDKFqkk/s72-c/100_0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381448205273015310.post-2078233660485423953</id><published>2008-04-19T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:47:07.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten things people should know about homeschoolers:</title><summary type='text'>1) Please don't tell them "Oh, I could never do that." They already know you probably couldn't.2) Understand that home education IS LEGAL! If it was good enough for Abraham Lincoln, Patrick Henry, Einstein, Edison, Teddy Rooselvelt (the list goes on), it's good enough for me!3) Be aware that 99.9% of homeschoolers do not live in "compounds."4) Understand that we are VERY concerned about proper </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2078233660485423953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3381448205273015310&amp;postID=2078233660485423953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/2078233660485423953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/2078233660485423953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/top-ten-things-people-should-know-about.html' title='Top Ten things people should know about homeschoolers:'/><author><name>Trishy4Him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730991965619008231</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkNsCndlBJw/SAtHKf_CtSI/AAAAAAAAACc/zEopeGrRXvk/s72-c/103_0344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381448205273015310.post-1397219439003226385</id><published>2008-04-17T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:47:07.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Finally...</title><summary type='text'>Oh, if only superheroes were real, I would already know what G. would be when he grows up!  Well, at least this week, spiderman has given him the urge to learn all things spidery and thanks to the book I picked up at the library sale for .25 cents, he has learned quite a lot!  He asks me to read it to him twice a day at least.  I'd really rather read Curious George.He is full of super strength.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1397219439003226385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3381448205273015310&amp;postID=1397219439003226385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/1397219439003226385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/1397219439003226385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-finally.html' title='And Finally...'/><author><name>Trishy4Him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730991965619008231</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/_xkNsCndlBJw/SAtEzP_CtOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZWNc5Kxq5Os/s72-c/cool+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381448205273015310.post-6674871159500910162</id><published>2008-04-17T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:47:07.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfectionist</title><summary type='text'>Well, I know where Br. got this trait!  Thanks Grandma S!  Now, I can't tell you how much fun it is to parent a child with this trait when the parent (me) has no such trait. Where his older brother jumps in without thinking of the outcome, this one considers EVERY outcome possible before acting.  Both of these traits have their strengths and weaknesses. You know how boys go through this stage </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6674871159500910162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3381448205273015310&amp;postID=6674871159500910162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/6674871159500910162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/6674871159500910162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/perfectionist.html' title='The Perfectionist'/><author><name>Trishy4Him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730991965619008231</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkNsCndlBJw/SAtFNf_CtPI/AAAAAAAAACE/joC1FnpyN_0/s72-c/cool+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381448205273015310.post-1194478133228596641</id><published>2008-04-17T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:47:07.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl</title><summary type='text'>Reflective, but not shy; compassionate, but not a pushover; driven, but not obsessed; that's my girl. She demands as much from others as she does herself. That trait can be a blessing and a curse.W. really is her own person. So many people "assume" she is just like me. I'm not sure why because she is truly quite different (yes, I do hear the sighs of relief).This girl hates to see anyone in her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1194478133228596641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3381448205273015310&amp;postID=1194478133228596641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/1194478133228596641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/1194478133228596641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/girl.html' title='The girl'/><author><name>Trishy4Him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730991965619008231</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/_xkNsCndlBJw/SAtDHv_CtLI/AAAAAAAAABk/r6ABcKyMxmM/s72-c/cool+007+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381448205273015310.post-1865459783736036246</id><published>2008-04-17T05:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:47:07.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CJ'/><title type='text'>The Oldest</title><summary type='text'>C.J.The oldest and now 18. He is outgoing and sentimental. He always pulls for the kids who have been served a harder lot in life.I remember one time at a lazer tag / arcade type place when he was about ten, he hit the jackpot on one of the games and got hundreds of tickets. You know what hundreds of tickets can get you? One of those REAL toys.One of his school friends was there with her family </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1865459783736036246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3381448205273015310&amp;postID=1865459783736036246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/1865459783736036246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/1865459783736036246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/kiddos.html' title='The Oldest'/><author><name>Trishy4Him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730991965619008231</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkNsCndlBJw/SAtEAf_CtNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Lnq3RZz_pyk/s72-c/cool+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381448205273015310.post-1024563741414523579</id><published>2008-04-17T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:47:07.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What kind of man do I live with?'/><title type='text'>The Hubby</title><summary type='text'>Almost twenty years.  I can't believe it.  How has this poor man put up with me for that long?  If anyone has taught me "God knows who we need in our lives and when we need them," it has been this man.  He is as patient with me as the day is long.  I'm the hyper one and he goes along with the craziest of my ideas. One would think that in order for him to be successful in the field he works in (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1024563741414523579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3381448205273015310&amp;postID=1024563741414523579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/1024563741414523579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/1024563741414523579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/hubby.html' title='The Hubby'/><author><name>Trishy4Him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730991965619008231</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/_xkNsCndlBJw/SAtFpv_CtQI/AAAAAAAAACM/BT_HBfDF5mA/s72-c/falljonathan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381448205273015310.post-3531351264923447296</id><published>2008-04-17T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:47:08.157-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>Hello to All</title><summary type='text'>Why has it taken me soooo long to do this?  I love sharing with people about my husband, children, family, and friends - so, you would think that I would have started one of these long ago.Perhaps, I let other "important" things over rule from time to time and talk me out of doing things like "blogging."  Maybe it is the fact that a blog is always going to be somewhat self-centered (me talking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3531351264923447296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3381448205273015310&amp;postID=3531351264923447296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/3531351264923447296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381448205273015310/posts/default/3531351264923447296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriagirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-to-all.html' title='Hello to All'/><author><name>Trishy4Him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730991965619008231</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/_xkNsCndlBJw/SAtGJv_CtRI/AAAAAAAAACU/UoJite7eYJ8/s72-c/021_21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
