<?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-6042524</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:49:09.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mom's Moments</title><subtitle type='html'>A few moments from a busy Mom!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momsmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momsmoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15665869130834249587</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042524.post-111211214344457829</id><published>2005-03-29T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T11:02:23.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Live, die and pay taxes</title><summary type='text'>Yep, what a title huh?It has been a long time since I blogged, but things just don't seem to be very happy around here.  After mom passed away, the kids and I went through quite a sad time.  We were all looking forward to a new year.So how did this year start off- like doggy doo!  Dh and I had some problems- I actaully asked him to leave for awhile.  We are working through all of that, and he did</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/111211214344457829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/111211214344457829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momsmoments.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111211214344457829' title='Live, die and pay taxes'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15665869130834249587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042524.post-108506567487228466</id><published>2004-05-20T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T11:07:54.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How much is too much?</title><summary type='text'>I feel like I am almost at the end of my rope!  My life hasn't been the easiest, and yet I don't complain.  I have dealt with loss of life- way to many times to be able to count, have been mentally abused by my Ex, mugged and beaten when I was a teen, used to many drugs as a teen, gone through a divorce, took care of myself, my 2 daughters, and my pregnant sister, don't know my real father(the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/108506567487228466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/108506567487228466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momsmoments.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108506567487228466' title='How much is too much?'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15665869130834249587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042524.post-108255575134292051</id><published>2004-04-21T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T09:59:57.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!  Time does fly by!</title><summary type='text'>I can't beleive I haven't been here for almost 2 months~  Sorry!  I have been so busy with the kids and the company, and all those clubs I run.  Sometimes it feels like I don't have 5 minutes to myself!Well, let's see what has been going on for the last 2 months... Jillian turned 2 the day before Easter- we had to have a Brthday/Easter party for her(I really don't think she minded!!)  i took </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/108255575134292051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/108255575134292051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momsmoments.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108255575134292051' title='Wow!  Time does fly by!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15665869130834249587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042524.post-107762913011420152</id><published>2004-02-24T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T08:28:17.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><summary type='text'>I hate waiting!  I have to wait another 36 hours before I find out if DH gets a new job!  It is driving me crazy!  I so want him to get out of the line of work he is in now- Car Stereo Store Manager for 3 stores.  He works about 12 hours a day six days a week.  I also have somethings coming in the mail- but of course I have to wait.  I don't know how long it will take to get something form </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/107762913011420152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/107762913011420152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momsmoments.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107762913011420152' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15665869130834249587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042524.post-107729543181284013</id><published>2004-02-20T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T11:46:34.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freinds....</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes they can be such a pain!  Ok, so I haven't blog in for ever!  I just have been so busy with the kids and the hubby I jut have not had time- so for you Angi here I go!Last week we had the fun of trying to keep DS on the couch for a while.  He was shoveling snow for the neighbor, and fell and pulled his groin.  Have you ever tried to explain to a five year old, that he can't keep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/107729543181284013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/107729543181284013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momsmoments.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107729543181284013' title='Freinds....'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15665869130834249587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042524.post-107531523167122669</id><published>2004-01-28T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T13:42:42.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, it's cold INSIDE!</title><summary type='text'>I was awoken to the sound of my husband telling me that the heater is broken and he is waiting for the tech to call him back.  We ended up having to leave the gas stove on (the front two burners) to keep the house warm.  When we got up it was a "balmy 63 degrees" (as DH would say).  It took until 11 to get it warm again(that and almost $400).  At least we know it is fixed right this time, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/107531523167122669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/107531523167122669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momsmoments.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107531523167122669' title='Baby, it&apos;s cold INSIDE!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15665869130834249587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042524.post-107339857969439732</id><published>2004-01-06T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T09:16:39.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the little things...</title><summary type='text'>that make me happy!  Last night my husband decided to finish putting my sewing area together.  I now have a chair, table and light in the living room to stitch in.  I have had said chair for 2 years, but because our baby girl needed her playpen in the living room, we didn't have room for my stuff.  Jillian is now over the "cage" and will not get close to it, so we took it down and put up my stuff</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/107339857969439732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/107339857969439732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momsmoments.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107339857969439732' title='It&apos;s the little things...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15665869130834249587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042524.post-107011178623803207</id><published>2003-11-29T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T08:16:35.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did this all come from?</title><summary type='text'>Today I have the wonderful job of going through my little one's bedroom.  I thought I should do this because you can't walk into the room with out stepping on something.  I am still trying to figure out where all these toys came from.  I don't buy them stuff every time I go out.  I have no idea where all of this comes from.My theory is that it all multiplies at night!  You go to sleep and in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/107011178623803207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/107011178623803207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momsmoments.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107011178623803207' title='Where did this all come from?'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15665869130834249587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042524.post-106866422927586929</id><published>2003-11-12T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T14:10:34.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why me... or Why do they have to have half days of school!</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I am sitting here listening to PBS kids shows(not all bad!) while there are 5 kids, one cat and one dog running in and out of the house today!  The funny part- 2 of the kids aren't mine!  Oh well, at least I know they aren't running the street.  I would really like to go to Michael's today- but with all of these kids there is no way!  They would be trying to get me to buy everything in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/106866422927586929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/106866422927586929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momsmoments.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106866422927586929' title='Why me... or Why do they have to have half days of school!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15665869130834249587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042524.post-106848822941939886</id><published>2003-11-10T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T13:17:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The best ever...</title><summary type='text'>I was just chatting with Angi about concerts and it got me thinking- yes world watch out, I am thinking!- I wouldn't be able to say what concert I thought was the best ever!  Now, mind you, I have been to LOTS of concerts!  Most of them during the 80's, but some before and some after!  I've seen groups from Areosmith to Elvis, Johnny Cash to Elton John, Guns N Roses to Kenny G, or Robert Plant to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/106848822941939886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/106848822941939886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momsmoments.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106848822941939886' title='The best ever...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15665869130834249587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042524.post-106822097466473075</id><published>2003-11-07T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T11:02:58.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought this would be easier!</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I am so close to getting my first pattern published, but what is stopping me?  How about an 18 month old that likes to play with everything she isn't supposed to while I try to work!  First it's Daddy's stereo(she has already broken a $5000 amp!) and now it is in the Baking Dish cupboard- the one that is all glass bowls and such!  All I have to do is take a picture of the Sampler's, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/106822097466473075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/106822097466473075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momsmoments.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106822097466473075' title='I thought this would be easier!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15665869130834249587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6042524.post-106812228424084961</id><published>2003-11-06T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T07:39:33.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright!  Something new to play with!Hello!  Just trying to get started here!  You may have to put up with a few bumps and bruises while I figure this new toy out!  Please be patient with a newbie!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/106812228424084961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6042524/posts/default/106812228424084961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momsmoments.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106812228424084961' title=''/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15665869130834249587</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></entry></feed>
