<?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-6654444219916181220</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:51:44.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spit up and poopy diapers</title><subtitle type='html'>even when your life mainly consists of things not so pleasant, ( in my case, spit up and poopy diapers) it can still be a pleasant life.  "every day is a gift from God rejoice in it." ps 118:24</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-7704523396654491925</id><published>2008-04-28T20:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:32:48.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my neti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WmIvEW-2-w/SBZ4pYbOD7I/AAAAAAAAACs/xPSUtw1owV4/s1600-h/100_6399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194471872545034162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WmIvEW-2-w/SBZ4pYbOD7I/AAAAAAAAACs/xPSUtw1owV4/s200/100_6399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;well i have been suffering yet again with an insane sinus infection due to my over indulgence of dairy. i have this allergy of when i eat dairy products, you name it - cheese, ice cream, yogurt, milk, etc.. i get a sinus and upper respiratory infection. now you would think i could just stay away from it and lesson learned, right? do you have a food allergy? no? have you ever tried to cut dairy out of your diet? it's pretty tricky. plus i got this great dip recipe from my friend alaina. it's cream cheese, vadalia onions, black beans, mozzarella cheese, and raspberry salsa. oh my goodness. it's amazing. and i got all crazy the other night, and ate a whole bunch after i already had pizza (cheese people)for dinner. so now i am ill. my fault. where's the discipline? lame very lame alana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway when i cause these great illnesses in my body i use my trusty neti pot. what is a neti pot? it's a little ceramic pot thingy that you fill with a saline solution and insert into one nostril and tip your head and it drains from your other nostril. mmm.. sounds lovely doesn't it? it works. don't knock it till you try it. here's a little bit of what it says on the box: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;"the practice of nasal irrigation, known as neti, has been used by practitioners of yoga in india for hundreds, if not thousands of years" (thousands of years!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;"many people practice neti on a daily basis to keep their sinuses clean and improve their ability to breathe freely. most find it a soothing and pleasant practice once they try it." (see)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;"this gentle and effective technique of nasal irrigation is widely recommended by health practitioners worldwide as a wonderful way to improve your overall feeling of well-being and maintain radiant, vibrant health." (amazing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;we are a consumer driven society are we not? we all know the "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;box&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" dosen't lie! aren't you sold already when you know that &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; people like it? i sure am. who doesn't want &lt;strong&gt;vibrant&lt;/strong&gt; health? this is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;valuable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; information you must know. i have no shame, i use a neti pot. yes and it sometimes &lt;em&gt;burns&lt;/em&gt; when you put too much salt in it. and yes until you get the right head tilt you might feel like you are &lt;em&gt;drowning&lt;/em&gt;. but it's worth it when you get that stream going full of mucus and all. ~&lt;em&gt;deep inhale&lt;/em&gt;~ aahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;so it might look a little crazy. and your two year son might start screaming and crying hysterically when he sees you doing it saying "no mommy, no , stop doing dat mommy , nooo! stop mommy, i don't yike dat mommy!!" but i tell you what, today my head dosen't feel like it's going to explode. it's all good times with my neti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6654444219916181220-7704523396654491925?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/7704523396654491925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=7704523396654491925' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/7704523396654491925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/7704523396654491925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-neti.html' title='my neti'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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/_4WmIvEW-2-w/SBZ4pYbOD7I/AAAAAAAAACs/xPSUtw1owV4/s72-c/100_6399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-641811231294457653</id><published>2008-04-11T21:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:19:01.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>googly eyes gardner</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="510" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/JT14-vlfFLr0Q8QuNBXTCA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/JT14-vlfFLr0Q8QuNBXTCA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  width="510" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6654444219916181220-641811231294457653?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/641811231294457653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=641811231294457653' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/641811231294457653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/641811231294457653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='googly eyes gardner'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-7605241063391886390</id><published>2008-04-01T15:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:15:27.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>addictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;addiction : the condition of being addicted to a habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;addict : to give oneself up to some strong habit; an ardent supporter, devotee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i have a problem. and unfortunately my four year old son painfully opened my eyes with his own "intervention". the conversation took place several days ago in the kitchen. isaiah came around the corner, and witnessed my indulgence and felt the need to say something (although he always feels the &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to say something about everything).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;isaiah : "mom, may i have a cookie?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;alana: "no"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;isaiah: "why, mom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;alana: "because there are none left"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;isaiah: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did you eat the last one?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;alana: "yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;isaiah: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MOM!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; eat the &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt; cookie! you &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; eat &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the cookies!! &lt;em&gt;bryn's&lt;/em&gt; mom doesn't eat &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the cookies! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; can't you be more like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bryn's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mom!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;alana: hangs head in shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"hello my name is alana, and i am addicted to cookies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;the first step is admitting it right? i don't know what's gotten into me. i love all cookies and i want to eat them. um.. not just girl scout cookies as i have talked about before. i'm talking &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; cookies. preferably homemade, that i freeze to preserve the freshness; chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, ohh, and those peanut butter one's with the hershey kiss in the center, yum-my, store bought is fine, name brand or generic , it doesn't matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;it needs to stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i need to be stopped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;look away... i am ashamed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i am a monster...... a cookie monster.                    &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WmIvEW-2-w/R_KWgWYMkZI/AAAAAAAAACk/4yKizKJErwk/s1600-h/th_cookie-monster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184371603563909522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WmIvEW-2-w/R_KWgWYMkZI/AAAAAAAAACk/4yKizKJErwk/s200/th_cookie-monster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;so what am i going to do about it you say? i don't know. i guess it's not &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;the time. only sometimes. i can just eat one, and be done. little children exaggerate downfalls all the time. i'm in control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WmIvEW-2-w/R_KWgWYMkZI/AAAAAAAAACk/4yKizKJErwk/s1600-h/th_cookie-monster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6654444219916181220-7605241063391886390?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/7605241063391886390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=7605241063391886390' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/7605241063391886390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/7605241063391886390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2008/04/addictions.html' title='addictions'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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/_4WmIvEW-2-w/R_KWgWYMkZI/AAAAAAAAACk/4yKizKJErwk/s72-c/th_cookie-monster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-6056042966473046319</id><published>2008-03-12T22:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:44:25.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"mommy, i want a byack (black) spidoorman (spiderman) tatoo on my back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;- lincoln 2 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6654444219916181220-6056042966473046319?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6056042966473046319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=6056042966473046319' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/6056042966473046319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/6056042966473046319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2008/03/quote-of-week.html' title='quote of the week'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-5701105470290775486</id><published>2008-03-05T22:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:35:55.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>swimmer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WmIvEW-2-w/R89mGWr79TI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rBXO2Ulzvcs/s1600-h/100_6363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174466756227102002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WmIvEW-2-w/R89mGWr79TI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rBXO2Ulzvcs/s320/100_6363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;so i am taking a swimming class. really it is an aqua aerobics class with very old women. but i am going to be doing some laps before and after to start training for my tri-altholon. i started last week and did pretty good. worked up a decent sweat. nice. but now this week i will be kicking some major splash (that's swim lingo - not really). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i got myself some new goggles and a swim cap. i swam for 10 years, about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; years ago. ha. so it was not unusual to wear a swim cap and goggles. but for some reason, i do not remember looking so crazy, and my head was for sure  not so &lt;strong&gt;FAT&lt;/strong&gt; and big. but i'm not in a fashion show, so i might just look really cool to the nice geriatrics in my class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6654444219916181220-5701105470290775486?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/5701105470290775486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=5701105470290775486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/5701105470290775486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/5701105470290775486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2008/03/swimmer.html' title='swimmer?'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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/_4WmIvEW-2-w/R89mGWr79TI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rBXO2Ulzvcs/s72-c/100_6363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-766080985770848645</id><published>2008-03-04T13:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:07:29.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>unknown facts of alana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i have two baby teeth (molars to be exact) left . there are no adult teeth above them to push them out. and slowly the roots are becoming exposed, which is making them sensitive. which means i should get them ripped out soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6654444219916181220-766080985770848645?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-8930043985688049311</id><published>2008-02-25T13:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:46:02.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>somoa's mmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WmIvEW-2-w/R8ML1WiNO0I/AAAAAAAAABs/1H-8K4mlMN8/s1600-h/girlscout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170989808361487170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WmIvEW-2-w/R8ML1WiNO0I/AAAAAAAAABs/1H-8K4mlMN8/s320/girlscout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;so the other day i was at my friends sons basketball game and there was a little girl walking around selling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;girl scout&lt;/span&gt; cookies. and i thought to myself, oh my goodness it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;girl scout&lt;/span&gt; cookie season!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yess&lt;/span&gt;!!! i love cookies!!! yeah! get me some of those!! so i asked the sweet child if she had any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;somoa's&lt;/span&gt; left. " no all i have are these" (don't even ask me what they were because they were crap, that's all i know, pure crap) so i politely declined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;now what i want to know is where's all the other little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;girl scouts&lt;/span&gt;? no one's knocking on my door! i know that the world is a dangerous place, and that door to door sales is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; encouraged for young children, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a nice person, i have $3.50, possibly more if need be. no one's trying to make money in my neighborhood. or at my grocery store. i want some stinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;somao's&lt;/span&gt;. they are so delicious! they are just so tasty, i cant stand how good they are. have you ever had one? are you kidding me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt;... also known as caramel delights, they are shortbread ring cookies with a layer of chewy stringy sweet caramel, topped with lightly toasted delicate coconut, and finally striped with the perfect amount of yummy milk chocolate on the top while coating the savory bottom as well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i just think they're great. it's probably best i didn't get a chance to order any because they are rather small and there is 7 grams a fat in 2 cookies! and i do not have the will power to fight off the all consuming desire to eat an entire box in one day. so it's just better this way. i mean i really just starting working out again, and this baby weight is killer third time around. i don't need to add &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;somoa&lt;/span&gt; weight to it. right? right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt; ordered some from a nice dad at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6654444219916181220-8930043985688049311?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/8930043985688049311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=8930043985688049311' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/8930043985688049311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/8930043985688049311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2008/02/somoas-mmm.html' title='somoa&apos;s mmm....'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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/_4WmIvEW-2-w/R8ML1WiNO0I/AAAAAAAAABs/1H-8K4mlMN8/s72-c/girlscout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-4948740740866033189</id><published>2008-02-20T22:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:36:58.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>watch out ace of cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WmIvEW-2-w/R7zxEGiNOzI/AAAAAAAAABk/D_fXW_xKvRk/s1600-h/100_6311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169271525090343730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WmIvEW-2-w/R7zxEGiNOzI/AAAAAAAAABk/D_fXW_xKvRk/s320/100_6311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WmIvEW-2-w/R7zwymiNOyI/AAAAAAAAABc/dui8V8_zRL8/s1600-h/100_6310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169271224442632994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WmIvEW-2-w/R7zwymiNOyI/AAAAAAAAABc/dui8V8_zRL8/s320/100_6310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;so sunday was isaiah's big boy four year old birthday. i just can not believe it, but it is inevitable he is going to grow up. ~sniff~ he really is a neat little kid. i love all the thoughts that run through his head that he is always eager to share. i think he's pretty smart and funny. i am biased. i am just trying to find the good moments in every day and cherish them, because i know it is just going to go by faster every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;anyway i asked him what kind of cake he wanted for his birthday. and he wanted a luke skywalker cake. (he is fascinated with star wars, even though he has only seen about twenty minutes of empire strikes back, that him and his friends "accidentially" put in the wrong movie, lowered the volume and crouched silently in front of the tv) now i told him i wasn't sure if i could make a luke skywalker cake, what else would he like. he then suggested an aniken skywalker cake. at this point i decided to take over the cake decision making into my own hands and offered to make him a lightsaber cake. and that seemed to satisfy him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i had a lot of fun making it and i just really think that i should just start a small profitable buisness on the side of making jedi cakes. if i do say so myself! ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6654444219916181220-4948740740866033189?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/4948740740866033189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=4948740740866033189' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/4948740740866033189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i played doubles tennis my senior year of high school, and placed 5th in regionals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i did not enjoy mayonaise untill approximately 2 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6654444219916181220-3054258562994962459?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/3054258562994962459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=3054258562994962459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/3054258562994962459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/3054258562994962459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2008/02/unknown-fact-of-alana.html' title='unknown facts of alana'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-4429789455619704507</id><published>2008-02-13T14:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:57:14.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>unknown facts of alana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;so i feel like the winter may be getting to me, and the long days in the house are becoming repetitive and redundant. i have not left my home in 5 days. which i guess isn't really that long compared to like, invalids, 800lb people or someone of that nature. i am beginning to think, that people may not remember exactly who i am. so out of pure boredom i've decided to introduce to this amazing blogging community "unknown facts of alana". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;now as i mentioned previously i have not been leaving the house lately, therefore am lacking in much needed adult interaction. (i do talk on the phone a bit, it's just not the same, and for some magical reason talking on the phone attracts four previously contented children right on top of me, crying, screaming, fighting, and repeating the name mom, mom, mom, mom...!) so some of the facts you will be learning frankly may bore you, and you will find youself not interested one bit. you may even feel slightly led on to something greater than what is being offered. and it is misleading in the simple fact that i am carrying on about it. but it is what it is. and that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i only wash my hair every other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(to reduce damage , naturally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6654444219916181220-4429789455619704507?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/4429789455619704507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=4429789455619704507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/4429789455619704507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/4429789455619704507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2008/02/unknown-facts-of-alana.html' title='unknown facts of alana'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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-6654444219916181220.post-6191935973603127498</id><published>2008-02-05T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:23:00.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brutal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;so the last two weeks were absolutely brutal. two kids in the hospital. lincoln was in the hospital for 6 days with pneumonia, during that time rylan was at home sick with bronchialitus and refusing to take a bottle. i was completely torn between my two babies. i didn't want to leave lincoln, but i had to be home with rylan. jon pulled night time duty with lincoln. i would come home to my hungry sick baby, wake up at 5am and get to jon so he could go to work. we finally came home on a friday and was back in the hospital with rylan on sunday in the middle of the night when we woke up screaming and struggling to breathe. very scary. he had pneumonia and RSV, but recovered quickly and i was able to bring him home that wednesday. it was almost easier to be just at the hospital with rylan, knowing lincoln was better and having fun with the flood kids. still, what a mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;but we made it. we were more than exhausted. but the kids are all better. and all is well. when we didn't think we could do another day, we did. the Lord was our strength and we persevered. i do not know how we would of ever made it without family and friends. especially my parents who stayed at my house and my dad for taking time off of work. i am so blessed. thank you to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; who watched my kids, especially those who came at 6am so jon could go to work; thank you for all the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;meals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, all of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;groceries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;phone calls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; hospital visits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!! we felt very loved and taken care of. and thank you thank you, to my dear friend beth who washed my laundry, cleaned my house, loved on my children, and is now suffering with herself and her family being ill (probably something they caught at our house, sorry bout that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;and you know the whole time i was on that fifth floor of the hospital and would walk past the PICU, and knew there was terminally ill children on that floor, i just kept thanking the Lord for my healthy babies, and i knew we would be home soon, and we don't have to juggle life everyday with sick children in the hospital. our time was temporary. i'm just beyond thankful and grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;two days after we were home isaiah said to me "mom, if i get really sick,will you take me to the hospital too?" i said, "of course i will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6654444219916181220-6191935973603127498?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6191935973603127498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=6191935973603127498' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/6191935973603127498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/6191935973603127498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2008/02/brutal.html' title='brutal'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-6688419145120687028</id><published>2008-01-19T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T11:19:18.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WmIvEW-2-w/R5Ii7DCXm1I/AAAAAAAAABA/o-RmH5uPxVk/s1600-h/funny-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157222921115507538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WmIvEW-2-w/R5Ii7DCXm1I/AAAAAAAAABA/o-RmH5uPxVk/s320/funny-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6654444219916181220-6688419145120687028?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6688419145120687028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=6688419145120687028' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/6688419145120687028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/6688419145120687028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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/_4WmIvEW-2-w/R5Ii7DCXm1I/AAAAAAAAABA/o-RmH5uPxVk/s72-c/funny-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-6054927073294636118</id><published>2008-01-05T21:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:53:09.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 is great</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;i would just like to say that i am so glad that 2007 is over. what a horrible year. (well i guess rylan was born and that turned out all right, i really like him) it was just a year of mass stress and frustrations. health issues with all of us. house stuff (which you will always have when you own a home!) and mainly with jon's job situation, and just not knowing what the future holds - at all. and we &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;BUT, i tell ya what, &lt;strong&gt;GOD IS FAITHFUL! &lt;/strong&gt;we did not go without. we always had food to eat. we always had enough money in the bank to pay our bills. our children have clothes to wear and beds to sleep in, a roof over their sweet little heads. we have two cars that run well. God has been telling me all this time that i need to trust in him and he is in control, not me, not jon, not ford, not the economy, not the politicians, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is in control, and all i have to do is trust in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;last christmas was rough. jon had been laid off, and unemployment takes awhile to kick in. we had found out the week before jon lost his job we were expecting an unexpected baby. we had a very small X amount of dollars to last us the entire month of december. we could not pay our bills, buy christmas gifts, or even get a christmas tree (jon's mom blessed us with one). but you know what, even then God was faithful to us. our families and church family blessed us in so many ways. and we made it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;i know i don't usually get this personal, but i just feel like i need to give the Lord some much deserved props for looking out for us. even though this year was "rough" for us, it is nothing, absolutely &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;anywhere&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;imaginably&lt;/em&gt; close to things that people throughout the entire world suffer through &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; day. we are just so blessed in &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; many ways. and i don't have to be scared of the future, because i know, that i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;know,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;that God really is in control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;and there were many good things in 2007, and they probably &lt;em&gt;far&lt;/em&gt; out weigh the bad. we were even able to put money aside to have a great christmas this year. i cannot begin to count the blessings upon blessings that we have had. it was a year of great growth and perseverance. it's probably our first all at once, doesn't stop coming, hit ya hard, massive dosage of "real" adulthood life. and we will have many more years like it. i'm just glad the year is over and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;we are starting a new one. i guess when i think about it, i am excited to see more prayers answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing to the Lord, for he has been good to me." Psalm 13:5,6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6654444219916181220-6054927073294636118?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6054927073294636118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=6054927073294636118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/6054927073294636118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/6054927073294636118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-is-great.html' title='2008 is great'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-7298818174540434356</id><published>2007-12-20T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:13:15.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bonfires smell nice outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;we have a wood burning stove in our home. and we bought an unprecedented amount of wood in hopes of saving a little bit of mula this winter from high gas bills. now the plan was to burn only at night, so the house would stay heated during the day. yeah well it's not working that great. our windows are old and drafty. we did the good ole plastic on the windows deal, it might help a smidge, but not really. so we have been burning wood all day and night, and we're really not that warm! ha! and our huge wood pile has already diminished to nothing! what can you do? ha. oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;anyways i keep complaining to jon about how i think we smell like wood. and how its ok if your outside. but i really don't like the smell 24/7. and he keeps reassuring me that i don't smell like smoke... until the other night, he was proven wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i ran into best buy real quick the other night while jon waited in the car with the boys. i was ready to check out and went up to the counter. the man at the register said it was a credit only line, and i was paying with cash. so i left the line and went to the one right next to it. in the mean time an employee came up to the first cashier counter that i was standing at. and the cashier says to his friend "hey, why does it smell like a bonfire in here? do you smell that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;other employee, "yeah, that's weird".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;immediately i knew. it was me. hoping maybe it wasn't, i nonchalantly waved my arm in front of my face as i stood there waiting to check out. crap. it was me. i knew it . i am the bonfire smell. i smell like a stinking bonfire. i hung my head in shame, and tried not to make eye contact with the two guys discussing my smell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;do i admit it and embarrass their calloused and rude remarks? i could say "what's wrong with bonfire smell? you can roast marshmallows or make smores.  some people rather enjoy the aroma of burning wood. " or do i yell, "shut up you jerk faces, i don't care, you meany heads!" or calmly explain, "it's me, i smell like a bonfire, you got a problem with that?" or do i walk away leaving a smoking bonfire stench trailing behind me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i chose to buy my item and walk away. quickly. quietly. and not turning back.  and i yelled at jon when i got in the car.         .... but he thought i smelled nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6654444219916181220-7298818174540434356?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/7298818174540434356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=7298818174540434356' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/7298818174540434356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/7298818174540434356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2007/12/bonfires-smell-nice-outside.html' title='bonfires smell nice outside'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-3986516352684025663</id><published>2007-11-17T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:41:19.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>busy, busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;so, i am not doing the greatest job on keeping up this whole blog thing. as i have mentioned before, my computer time is limited due to the raising of the children. and as of two weeks ago we have a new addition in our home. NO - we are not expecting! don't even let your mind go there. ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i started babysitting a 6 month old little baby boy noah. he is super cute and probably one of the best babies ever (next to my kids anyway!) he is here monday through friday, and my big boys surprisingly love it. i thought they would be more like "are you kidding me, not &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; baby!" needless to say i have been a little bit more home bound than before. ( three kids to the grocery store is no big deal now! ha!) but that definitely doesn't mean i have more time now to sit on the computer! unless i wanted to put isaiah in charge- hmmm... no i don't think noah's mom would appreciate that too much. huh. and really it's not so bad, i love my boys and love being here with them. i really wouldn't have it any other way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i do still go to story time at the library with them all, (beth is there to help, don't worry) and i've had several people say, "wow, i wouldn't ever leave the house with all those kids, wow you're brave". that's beyond me. i have to get out a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt;. it's really not that big of a deal. why does leaving your home require bravery? what's the worst that can happen? crying? screaming? running away? throwing a fit? making a scene??? eh, so what. you can always pack em up and bring em home. at least you had a change of scenery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;it's all good times. i just don't want to miss a minute of my boys growing up. don't get me wrong, i love to get out, alone. and fortunately i have a hubby who says - "go ahead, i got the boys!" what a guy! so if you're sitting at home during the day, and think i wonder if alana wants some company, the answer is YES. come join the madness. bring your friends, bring your kids! and i'll even let you hold a baby (or two) ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6654444219916181220-3986516352684025663?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/3986516352684025663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=3986516352684025663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/3986516352684025663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/3986516352684025663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2007/11/busy-busy.html' title='busy, busy'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-1798138132812053095</id><published>2007-10-25T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T15:36:38.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"make things happen"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;we live in a decent neighborhood. it is just one large horseshoe with mostly ranches. the homes were built in the late 60's, and most of the people on our street have been here the entire time. so many of our neighbors are retired and have these beautifully manicured yards which they work on everyday. we talk to our surrounding neighbors and they have all been friendly thus far. one neighbor in particular enjoys "discussing" other neighbors "issues" with me. but i try not to get into it with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;as many of you know we started remodeling our bathroom a couple months ago, which is just about done. so we've had our old bathtub and sinks outside by the side of our garage since they came out. eventually we were going to deal with them but you know life is busy and time goes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;the other day i saw a note attached on my mailbox. so i went and got it. it was a hand written note which said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"this area of homes have been known for its clean and neat appearance. however we have a few neighbors who could improve in this category. such as - garbage cans in or near the front yard, garbage beside the house which can be seen from the street and overgrown grass and weeds. let's take pride in our homes and yards and return it to be neat and clean again. thank you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                  neighbors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;it was written on a piece of note paper that on the bottom in big print says "&lt;strong&gt;Make Things Happen".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;we have officially been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;labeled&lt;/span&gt; the "white trash" of the neighborhood. nice. first reaction i am infuriated, embarrassed, annoyed, and physically upset. they couldn't even sign who they really were. i do however have a good idea of who i think it was. come tell me to my face. we don't have a neighborhood association, we have broken no laws, this is our property, we pay for it every month!! just because we are as old as your grandchildren doesn't mean you can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reprimand&lt;/span&gt; us like we are children. i will admit it i hate weeding. i don't do it. the inside of my house is clean, and right now that's all i want to focus on. and i am glad that when my husband (who works very hard and goes to school twice a week) comes home, he wants to play with our children. even now after reading this note again i am upset and want to lash out on someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;but you know what, what will that do? even though instead of waving now, i want to wave obscene hand gestures (i'm just being real here, i wouldn't &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; do that), and even though i want to put the bathtub in the middle of my yard and plant weeds in it, i will choose to just take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;criticism&lt;/span&gt; with dignity, and accept the fact that some people just leave mean notes on your mailbox, and i don't have to burn the note in the middle of the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt; and i have been taking the "growing kids God's way" study on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; nights, looking for direction on how to raise our kiddos. i didn't know how much it was going to be for me as an adult. it talks about teaching your children biblical morals for living. why do we do the things we do. or why do we talk the way we talk. and it has been a few days since we received "the note" and there are some things that keep running through my mind (thank you holy spirit) and some are from this parenting class. "be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;courteous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to all men" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;titus&lt;/span&gt; 3:2) "do not seek &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;revenge&lt;/span&gt; or bear a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grudge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; against one of your people, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;neighbor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as yourself" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;leviticus&lt;/span&gt; 19:18) "love is not &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" (1 cor. 13:5b) they also have a whole chapter on respecting age. alright, alright, i get the picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i like to lean towards the verses in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;romans&lt;/span&gt; when it talks about treating your enemy kind "in doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head". yeah, burning coals. but that would be &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; motives in being nice. (crap) "love must be sincere" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;romans&lt;/span&gt; 12:9a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;, it is incredibly annoying to receive such a note, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;, we should probably through the bathtub away, obviously it is upsetting the "neighbors",  but the bottom line is - we cannot control what other people say or think, but we can control how we respond, especially in our case when we have little eyes and ears watching us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6654444219916181220-1798138132812053095?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/1798138132812053095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=1798138132812053095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/1798138132812053095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/1798138132812053095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2007/10/make-things-happen.html' title='&quot;make things happen&quot;'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-6644067525175724967</id><published>2007-09-27T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T14:05:57.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vanessa saved my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;the other night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vanessa&lt;/span&gt; went on a walk with me in my neighborhood (which is really just one block of houses that is a half a mile around- make sense?)  it was dark outside, and  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vanessa&lt;/span&gt; asked if i walked alone in the dark.  i casually replied, " yea, it's a safe neighborhood, well lit, and i usually carry my cell phone".  so we proceeded to walk.  it was good times as usual, we were finishing up our second mile when all of a sudden a small (maybe tiny, it was dark, minor detail)  yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ferocious&lt;/span&gt;, barking beast of a dog came charging at us from someones house!!  i held tight to my good friend like a frightened school girl, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;squealed&lt;/span&gt; like a pig. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eeeeekkkk&lt;/span&gt;..!  we stopped dead in our tracks.  then it happened.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vanessa&lt;/span&gt; saved my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;NO! NO! NO! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vanessa&lt;/span&gt; calmly and firmly yelled and pointed at the dog which stopped the angry animal in its attempt to attack us!  as we stood there and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vanessa&lt;/span&gt; repeatedly yelled NO!NO! NO! the owners came out with a very large dog who started coming our way, but was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;deterred&lt;/span&gt; by the constant pointing and firm NO!NO! NO!'s.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;finally the owners said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gigi&lt;/span&gt; that's enough, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gigi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gigi&lt;/span&gt;, that's enough, enough gigi".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;we made a break for it and continued our walk back to my house. whew. fortunately it was dark enough for my neighbors not to see who i was because i was still screeching obnoxiously .  (apparently i was frightened okay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i am so glad i had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;vanessa&lt;/span&gt; there with me.  she saved my life.., well at least maybe a dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;maiming&lt;/span&gt;, or severe face scar, or a dog jumping up on my leg (yikes)..... who knows what the details of that night could of become.  if i was there alone with my cell phone, what could i of done? thrown it at the dog?  no - i now know if ever in danger again from rabid doggies - i need to call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;vanessa&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;thanks vanessa !  love ya girl!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6654444219916181220-6644067525175724967?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6644067525175724967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=6644067525175724967' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/6644067525175724967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/6644067525175724967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2007/09/vanessa-saved-my-life.html' title='vanessa saved my life'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-5392211431760241737</id><published>2007-09-17T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:12:46.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jackpot winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ok&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ay myspacers this is a repeat. this is the first blog ever for alana. it is from october 20, 2006. i just don't have any creative juices right now!! ha, so here ya go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am a Jackpot Winner. No seriously, I scratched off a flyer thingy in the mail and I am - a Jackpot Winner. Now, as you would guess, I was quite excited. I've never really won anything before, except a $1 raffle drawing for a sweatshirt, but there were 30 tickets for 31 sweatshirts, so I don't know if that counts? Anyway - I looked at Jon in amazement, "Jon! I'm a Jackpot Winner!!" In reply he says, "What did you win?!" Now that was an interesting question. The flyer was for a car dealership about 20 miles away, and they were having a big sale and all kinds of prizes were being given away, but only for a couple days and during certain hours. Now, when I scratched my thingy it was the last day and I only had 2 hours to go!! If I was going to do something I would have to hurry. So before I was going to go all the way out there I called. I told the man on the phone " I'm a Jackpot Winner!! What do I win?!!" He told me to just "come on down and recieve my valid prize." ~click~ Valid prize, what the crap does that mean? So the babies were napping, and Jon wanted to watch the Tigers game, I thought, "EH, it's probably a scam anyway." But - Jon encouraged me to go for my Jackpot Prize, "What if it's a plasma tv?! just go!, it's only 20 minutes away." hmmm. So I made the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at this point of my story I am sure you have already speculated on what the outcome will be, and are thinking; silly Alana, you should of known better, why are you such an idiot? Please - don't be so quick to judge - have you ever been a jackpot winner?&lt;br /&gt;I get to the dealership to claim my coveted Jackpot Prize. I eagerly find a salesman. ( which I find most car salesmen rather creepy, but I was brave) I say "Hey I'm a Jackpot Winner, here's my flyer, what do I win?" "Alright, that's great, but before you get your prize I get to try to sell you a new car!" says Creeypy. Unfortunately for him we had just recently purchased a new car and don't need another one. And I think that may have upset Creepy, but really, I was just there for my Jackpot Prize. So he took me in the building, had me sit down at a table in a room full of people and said he'd come back with my prize. YESSS!, the moment I drove all the way for, the moment of truth. What could the great valid prize be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy came back and handed me a pamphlet and said, "Read the information in here, fill out the sheet, and send it in, have a great day." As he walked away I said, "Excuse me, but, what is it?" He annoyingly replied, "read - the - pamphlet." Ok, he should of been fired because I could of been a real customer, and right then I felt like he was being RUDE, after all I was the dang Jackpot Winner. I said, "Um, you mean you don't even know what your Jackpot Prize is?" Creepy, "no." - "Well that's just ridiculous!" ( I really got him on that one - take that)&lt;br /&gt;So anyway my free two nights stay at a Ramada Inn in Florida or Hawaii scheduled no sooner that 60 days and no later than 90 days between numerous black dates after I send in my $50 "refundable" fee to hold my room and pay my own airfare, food, rental car, fees, taxes, and surcharges - is going to be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I threw away my only Jackpot Prize .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can always say, "Once, I was a Jackpot Winner" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6654444219916181220-5392211431760241737?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/5392211431760241737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=5392211431760241737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/5392211431760241737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/5392211431760241737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2007/09/jackpot-winner.html' title='jackpot winner'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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-6654444219916181220.post-3284580781445880822</id><published>2007-09-17T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:13:39.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>disciplining imaginary friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;for those of you with myspace you may have already read this blog, but i thought i would transfer it. it is originally from january 27th 2007. so isaiah was almost three then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Isaiah has been watching Toy Story 2 almost everyday for the past two weeks, and now when he plays he is Buzz Lightyear. And earlier this week he had an imaginary friend with him as well, who is Jessie the cowgirl from the movie. Now I don't care, it's fun, it's normal to pretend play and most kids have an imaginary friend at some point in life. (so I'm told) Anyway day 2 of "Jessie" playing at our house, I heard Isaiah being nasty to Lincoln telling him, Jessie didn't want him to play with them and he had to go away and he knocked him down. So I stepped in and told "Jessie" if she wanted to play here she had to be nice or she would have to go home. And Isaiah said, "Mom, Jessie dosen't LIKE it when you LELL (yell) at her!!" So I replied, "You know what, it's time for Jessie to go home, since it's time for lunch and then nap anyway." So apparently she went home. And then when I put Isaiah to bed for nap (which really hasn't been going good lately, I think he may be out growing them, but still needs them, if you know what I mean) I told him, if he didn't take a nap then Jessie couldn't come back over to play. And of course he failed to take a nap, so Jessie has not returned.&lt;br /&gt;Now, am I completely surpressing his imagination and need of creative expressive play? - no . I'm just letting him know this is my house and my rules (yeah right ha) - At least untill he figures out he can play with an imaginary friend anytime HE imagines it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6654444219916181220-3284580781445880822?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/3284580781445880822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=3284580781445880822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/3284580781445880822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/3284580781445880822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2007/09/disciplining-imaginary-friends.html' title='disciplining imaginary friends'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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-6654444219916181220.post-2731808772537041653</id><published>2007-09-10T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:14:13.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iron "wo"man - well not really</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a few weeks ago i watched the iron man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;triathlon&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. now the iron man is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;most challenging, intense, grueling thing i have ever heard of. it is a triathlon in hawaii that consists of a 2 mile swim (in the ocean) 104 mile bike ride, and a 27 mile run (a marathon!!). - now don't quote me on those numbers cause i'm not sure exactly but they are pretty stinkin close - insane in the membrain. and of course they have to show all the heart wrenching stories of the athletes who are competing and i sit there and cry. very moving. especially the father who pulls around his adult son who has MS. ugh... my eyes are misting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;so i thought to myself - "self, you need to get out there and do something active, you should do a triathlon." now i'm not talking any where near an iron man, because well.. because that's a bit much for this mamma. why a triathlon you say? what about a 5k? what about any physical activity what so ever? (HA) why not. back in the day ... i was a swimmer for 10 years, and did some biking tours with my fam, and i was a soccer player for 10 years, (i would run to and from practice!). now the important key words there are was, was, did and would. because those things were done well over a decade ago. yikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;BUT a mini triathlon is 500 yds swimming, 14 miles biking, and 3 miles running. so i'm going for it! there is a ladies triathlon in slyvania next june. which gives me plenty of time to get in shape. right?! right. i have my good friend tami, who has graciously agreed to take on this challenge and be my partner in training. (and she's really smart and has all the books about it and the know how- tami you're awesome, you can be my yoda) it's going to be great!! yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;i really am getting excited. we are going to start "training" on wednesday, and it will be amazing. i do have a few obstacles, like i need a &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; pool to swim in, and the three kids will be a little bit tricky to train with (hmm..), and i hate running, and i need a new bike, and i hate running, and i don't have a gym membership, and did i mention i hate running? yet those are things that can be remedied. i will succeed, i will perservere, i will not just be a huge trash talker, i will try not to procrastinate and wait untill the month of may to get serious and then possibly have a stroke in june during the triathlon because i failed to get in shape and felt like i should go through with it anyway because i don't want to be a wuss and back out, i will be a triathlete!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;...well, that's the plan anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6654444219916181220-2731808772537041653?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/2731808772537041653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=2731808772537041653' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/2731808772537041653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/2731808772537041653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2007/09/few-weeks-ago-i-watched-iron-man.html' title='iron &quot;wo&quot;man - well not really'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-255365309735887154</id><published>2007-09-04T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:14:46.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3543740004000</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; my phone bill this month and i noticed it was a little bit higher than usual. and i thought, "that's weird, i didn't make any more long distance phone calls than normal, what's the deal." so i looked over my bill and there was a phone call placed to 3543740004000 which is in - ICELAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently my sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lincoln&lt;/span&gt; who always plays with the phone, dialed the random numbers of 354740004000, which happen to be not so random and is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someones phone&lt;/span&gt; number in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;iceland&lt;/span&gt;. fortunately the call only last one minute. because it cost $11.14!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to call the phone company and tell them to please take the charges off, because i don't know anyone in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iceland&lt;/span&gt;! the closest i can get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;iceland&lt;/span&gt; is my dad is 1/8 Finish (from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;finland&lt;/span&gt; people) but that really isn't even that close! and i can't figure out a way of not lying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;verizon&lt;/span&gt; because apparently we really did call there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lincoln&lt;/span&gt; is grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE - THANK YOU VERIZON!&lt;br /&gt;i called verizon and explained to them what happened and we had a good laugh and they took the charges off my bill :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6654444219916181220-255365309735887154?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/255365309735887154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=255365309735887154' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/255365309735887154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/255365309735887154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2007/09/3543740004000.html' title='3543740004000'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-7911692247328925929</id><published>2007-08-31T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:15:20.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bathrooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;apparently we as in my husband and i, like to purchase homes with rotting bathroom floors. absolutely love it. house number two, bathroom remodel number two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;now, the last remodel from start to finish lasted approximately one year. i was pregnant with isaiah and had to pee in a bucket. nice. even after the bathroom was pretty much done, for some reason we failed to replace the door for quite sometime. (remember bible study with a sheet on the door - sorry ladies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hopefully this remodel will not take as long. my dear, dear husband, (whom i love, cherish, and respect) has really learned a lot in the last few years and is much more competent when it comes to home projects. yet it has been two weeks since the beginning of this project and i have had a full shower with walls in my entry way to my front door for over a week. although i do have a new functioning toliet - bonus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;this weekend the new shower should be going in. needless to say, i am leaving for the weekend. taking all the children and will not be present for the demolishing, exposing the lovely mold and rot that we have discovered around the current shower. foul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i cannot not wait for a new bathroom and really am thankful that however long it takes, i know jonny boy is saving us a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ton &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of money by graciously taking on the enormous task despite his hectic schedule. aw... thanks jon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;moral of the story - home inspections work for you not against you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6654444219916181220-7911692247328925929?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/7911692247328925929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=7911692247328925929' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/7911692247328925929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/7911692247328925929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2007/08/bathrooms.html' title='bathrooms'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6654444219916181220.post-3323224010348583504</id><published>2007-08-22T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:15:53.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ok, so i really just set up this account to spy on other peoples (mainly vanessa's ;) )blogs. i have a myspace account (~gasp~) yes it's true, and i blog there occasionally. so with my limited computer usage due to the fact that i have three babies, i do not feel like there is enough time to manage two accounts of - anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6654444219916181220-3323224010348583504?l=alanajoerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/feeds/3323224010348583504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6654444219916181220&amp;postID=3323224010348583504' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/3323224010348583504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6654444219916181220/posts/default/3323224010348583504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alanajoerin.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogs.html' title='blogs'/><author><name>alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349871461250462796</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>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
