<?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-6221349521807091448</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:05:56.182-07:00</updated><category term='MY GIRLS'/><title type='text'>MY HOUSE OF ESTROGEN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221349521807091448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02502698384218925566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/Sl0-nDMSpSI/AAAAAAAAABo/NrC0Vgvknd0/S220/Candace+wedding+fathers+day+09+072.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221349521807091448.post-2726865355593939973</id><published>2009-07-17T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:10:07.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POTENTIAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/SmCUPjlZ8TI/AAAAAAAAACI/jKoc-FVwx5g/s1600-h/Candace+wedding+fathers+day+09+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359446551541969202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/SmCUPjlZ8TI/AAAAAAAAACI/jKoc-FVwx5g/s320/Candace+wedding+fathers+day+09+070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if any man or woman has died feeling they lived up to "their potential"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I questioned this last night while I was on break and I realized I am the sole provider for my family. How do we determine what our potential is. Is it just an imagined idea of what life should be, does it change due to circumstances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure no one died wishing they had not spent so much time with their family. But where do you draw the line, because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; also sure no one has died wishing they had not made as much money as they did. It seems this day and age you have to sacrifice one for the other (or hit the lottery). In order to give my kids the best I can (right now I believe that to be their mother at home) I have chosen to work as much as I can so that we don't feel the financial pinch. I also feel this is a good choice by the quality of time I spend with the girls. Before, the time I spent with them felt like I was just waiting for my shift to end (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; home) so I could go to bed and start the double shift again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing I would not do for this amazing family I have. I just hope in the process I can find the perfect balance between the financial aspect and the emotional support needed. All in all I think I would rather my kids say "He was a great dad" than "Glad he is gone now I got millions". Sorry kids but the millions probably won't come from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE DADDY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221349521807091448-2726865355593939973?l=myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/feeds/2726865355593939973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/2009/07/potential.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221349521807091448/posts/default/2726865355593939973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221349521807091448/posts/default/2726865355593939973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/2009/07/potential.html' title='POTENTIAL'/><author><name>Lance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02502698384218925566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/Sl0-nDMSpSI/AAAAAAAAABo/NrC0Vgvknd0/S220/Candace+wedding+fathers+day+09+072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/SmCUPjlZ8TI/AAAAAAAAACI/jKoc-FVwx5g/s72-c/Candace+wedding+fathers+day+09+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221349521807091448.post-1887645810818334184</id><published>2009-07-14T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:42:01.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A NIGHTMARE</title><content type='html'>The other day as I walked into work our boss had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-shift meeting. A fellow employee and his wife had a baby 2 weeks ago and the mother had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;complications&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently after birth she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acquired&lt;/span&gt; a blood clot in her brain. She died two nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even begin to imagine what this man is going through right now. This was their fourth child so now he has a 2 week old and 3 others with no mom and a funeral to plan. With my wife being pregnant as well it hits home hard. I do not know him that well as he works a different shift than I, but I feel for him as I am sure you all do after just hearing about it. I would just like to ask all of you to maybe say a little prayer for him and his family.&lt;br /&gt;Mitch my deepest sympathies to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221349521807091448-1887645810818334184?l=myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/feeds/1887645810818334184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/2009/07/nightmare.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221349521807091448/posts/default/1887645810818334184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221349521807091448/posts/default/1887645810818334184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/2009/07/nightmare.html' title='A NIGHTMARE'/><author><name>Lance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02502698384218925566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/Sl0-nDMSpSI/AAAAAAAAABo/NrC0Vgvknd0/S220/Candace+wedding+fathers+day+09+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221349521807091448.post-3373355468277774455</id><published>2009-07-13T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T06:45:38.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOMATO TAMATA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/Slss4lUB3NI/AAAAAAAAABc/jCKwkWLLL00/s1600-h/DSC03334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357925532287753426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/Slss4lUB3NI/AAAAAAAAABc/jCKwkWLLL00/s320/DSC03334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night as I woke up to the smell of taco's (thanks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bex&lt;/span&gt;) I meandered downstairs. I gave all three girls a hug and a kiss, Mia in her high-chair, Ella in her seat, and Becca slaving over the hot stove. I did in fact time it perfectly as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; was just serving up a taco for herself. Great no reason to feel bad right (the only plus to working grave yard).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I make my self a taco with all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fixin's&lt;/span&gt; lettuce, cheese, tomato etc... I sit down to eat and Ella looks at my plate and asks "Are those the little tomato's from nanny's. The answer was "no, but they taste the same sweetie they are just bigger". She asks us for the reason behind this phenomenon and we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;explain&lt;/span&gt; the difference is really only the size. She put her taco down and looks at us and said "YOU MEAN I LIKED &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TOMATO'S&lt;/span&gt; THIS WHOLE TIME!" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and I looked at each other and laughed, as she walked over to the counter and loaded her plate with the precious veggie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I almost spelled tomato wrong thank you Dan Quayle!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221349521807091448-3373355468277774455?l=myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/feeds/3373355468277774455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomato-tamata.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221349521807091448/posts/default/3373355468277774455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221349521807091448/posts/default/3373355468277774455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomato-tamata.html' title='TOMATO TAMATA'/><author><name>Lance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02502698384218925566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/Sl0-nDMSpSI/AAAAAAAAABo/NrC0Vgvknd0/S220/Candace+wedding+fathers+day+09+072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/Slss4lUB3NI/AAAAAAAAABc/jCKwkWLLL00/s72-c/DSC03334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221349521807091448.post-4776995835744218615</id><published>2009-07-11T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:43:21.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You DR. Laura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/SljNfbUmZqI/AAAAAAAAABU/wweJ7oN6myg/s1600-h/4th+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357257696551003810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/SljNfbUmZqI/AAAAAAAAABU/wweJ7oN6myg/s320/4th+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to thank Dr. Laura for making me realize the benefits and sacrafices of a stay at home mom. It has only been a couple of days but it has been nice.  I really don't know  what I would do without this woman beside me. I came home from work this morning and heard she was getting cramps in her calves. It made me really sad. I picked a leg up and started rubbing all the while looking at her amazingly painted little cherry toes. I just wanted to thank you baby for all the slack your picking up around here, and let you know even if I don't say it, It does not go unnoticed. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you! Rebecca I LOVE YOU!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221349521807091448-4776995835744218615?l=myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/feeds/4776995835744218615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you-dr-laura.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221349521807091448/posts/default/4776995835744218615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221349521807091448/posts/default/4776995835744218615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you-dr-laura.html' title='Thank You DR. Laura'/><author><name>Lance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02502698384218925566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/Sl0-nDMSpSI/AAAAAAAAABo/NrC0Vgvknd0/S220/Candace+wedding+fathers+day+09+072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/SljNfbUmZqI/AAAAAAAAABU/wweJ7oN6myg/s72-c/4th+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221349521807091448.post-6798378988390911444</id><published>2009-06-10T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:27:53.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISS LYNN OUR SAVIOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/Si_K59BW3VI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ti3TvHkj3PY/s1600-h/Ella+preschool+grad+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345714379693677906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/Si_K59BW3VI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ti3TvHkj3PY/s320/Ella+preschool+grad+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But Ameilia's nemesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/Si_KtO0_dQI/AAAAAAAAABE/PxxuIEXYPbQ/s1600-h/Ella+preschool+grad+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345714161135351042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/Si_KtO0_dQI/AAAAAAAAABE/PxxuIEXYPbQ/s320/Ella+preschool+grad+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little teneder hearted Mia knew something was afoot when I got her out of bed and immediatly into her outfit for the day. I know this because when clothes were on I said "come get your socks and shues on sweetie" the response i got was "uh uh". If you know my little one she loves getting shues on. By the way I am not mispelling it just sounds that way when she says it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Ella is super excited she gets to go to Miss Lynn's early this morning, and even more so knowing her little sister was coming with her.While I attempt to do Mia's hair (unsuccesfully again I might add) Ella pipes up from downstairs "I love Miss Lynn". I responded "I know you do sweetie" under my breath i said "I wish Mia did" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So fast forward time to go: Mia will not come down the stairs even though I say it is time to go bye bye. smart one she is. I enlist the help of the older one. or maybe she black mailed me not sure yet. Ella says she can get her to come down I just need to give her two vitamins. Good idea I said here, sure enough Mia followed her sister down the steps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K we pull up to Lynn's house Mia is happy untill I unbuckle her carseat a little whinning no prob. Carry her up to the door  a little whinning ensues. Take her inside she grabs me with a death grip. Show her favorite train book and hand it to miss Lynn and all hell breaks loose. Miss Lynn (must have seen it before) quickly snatches the baby says ok see ya and out the door I bolted like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy do I hate seeing that baby cry. But thank God we have Miss Lynn. It is so nice to have someone to entrust the care of your baby's to. So thank you Miss Lynn if you ever read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221349521807091448-6798378988390911444?l=myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/feeds/6798378988390911444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-lynn-our-savior.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221349521807091448/posts/default/6798378988390911444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221349521807091448/posts/default/6798378988390911444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-lynn-our-savior.html' title='MISS LYNN OUR SAVIOR'/><author><name>Lance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02502698384218925566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/Sl0-nDMSpSI/AAAAAAAAABo/NrC0Vgvknd0/S220/Candace+wedding+fathers+day+09+072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/Si_K59BW3VI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ti3TvHkj3PY/s72-c/Ella+preschool+grad+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221349521807091448.post-3000687387892964802</id><published>2009-05-29T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T08:16:10.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OHH ELLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/SiFNsPzzdUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wecFjW_mCQg/s1600-h/pics+from+camera+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341636055591515458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/SiFNsPzzdUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wecFjW_mCQg/s320/pics+from+camera+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/SiFNSlyrg0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/qb59DU-_KH8/s1600-h/pics+from+camera+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had to break the news to my sweet 5 year old today. I took 2 dollars from her stash spot of my change. Her &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; reply was "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you have to buy me a toy at the toy store&lt;/span&gt;". ...Side note she got a soccer ball today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221349521807091448-3000687387892964802?l=myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/feeds/3000687387892964802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohh-ella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221349521807091448/posts/default/3000687387892964802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221349521807091448/posts/default/3000687387892964802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohh-ella.html' title='OHH ELLA'/><author><name>Lance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02502698384218925566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/Sl0-nDMSpSI/AAAAAAAAABo/NrC0Vgvknd0/S220/Candace+wedding+fathers+day+09+072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/SiFNsPzzdUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wecFjW_mCQg/s72-c/pics+from+camera+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6221349521807091448.post-8163101779684690881</id><published>2009-05-29T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:10:13.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY GIRLS'/><title type='text'>MY GIRLS</title><content type='html'>These are my girls so small and smart. Sometimes they laugh, and sometimes they fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my girls they laugh and grin,these are my my girls they always win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these girls with all of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ones into math the other in art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are waiting on the third, (God help me if shes a turd)&lt;br /&gt;this is my life share it with me&lt;br /&gt;this is my life don't you wish you were me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6221349521807091448-8163101779684690881?l=myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/feeds/8163101779684690881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-girls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221349521807091448/posts/default/8163101779684690881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6221349521807091448/posts/default/8163101779684690881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhouseofestrogen.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-girls.html' title='MY GIRLS'/><author><name>Lance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02502698384218925566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUDkS49wo6I/Sl0-nDMSpSI/AAAAAAAAABo/NrC0Vgvknd0/S220/Candace+wedding+fathers+day+09+072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
