<?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-7579933682705307641</id><updated>2012-01-28T07:11:12.543-08:00</updated><category term='saturdays'/><category term='fall'/><category term='november 1'/><category term='house duties'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='worship'/><category term='aidan'/><category term='family'/><category term='aidan gabriel'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='gabriel'/><title type='text'>THE SALAS FAMILY</title><subtitle type='html'>These are my pictures ...These are my STORIES ...This is my family... WELCOME to my life....
THIS IS THE DAY THAT THE LORD HAS MADE, LET US REJOICE AND BE GLAD IN IT!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>420</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-457899175196444929</id><published>2012-01-28T07:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T07:11:12.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S&gt;I&gt;C&gt;K</title><content type='html'>This is probably what I will being doing today... This fine cold January day I am sitting here in my bed with a stuffy nose, NO motivation to get out of bed and I have a list a mile long of chores that I need to at some point get to before church tomarrow or by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;But when I am sick the hubby is pretty good at spoiling me, so its a toss up.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IlNpa5e72S8/TyQPWECK9jI/AAAAAAAACBw/APnhFBuq3lw/s1600/sick_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702699899872278066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IlNpa5e72S8/TyQPWECK9jI/AAAAAAAACBw/APnhFBuq3lw/s400/sick_day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7579933682705307641-457899175196444929?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/457899175196444929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2012/01/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/457899175196444929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/457899175196444929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2012/01/sick.html' title='S&gt;I&gt;C&gt;K'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IlNpa5e72S8/TyQPWECK9jI/AAAAAAAACBw/APnhFBuq3lw/s72-c/sick_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-1426891392234274501</id><published>2012-01-27T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T07:57:46.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So ready to stop being cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgBV9XhVVTU/TyLJG2isqHI/AAAAAAAACBk/YwgCgmlbAwU/s1600/summer%2B11%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702341197761914994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgBV9XhVVTU/TyLJG2isqHI/AAAAAAAACBk/YwgCgmlbAwU/s400/summer%2B11%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I am sitting here tying this I am actually serious whe i say I cant wait for the warm weather to get here. ENOUGH SAID!&lt;br /&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/7579933682705307641-1426891392234274501?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/1426891392234274501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-ready-to-stop-being-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1426891392234274501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1426891392234274501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-ready-to-stop-being-cold.html' title='So ready to stop being cold'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgBV9XhVVTU/TyLJG2isqHI/AAAAAAAACBk/YwgCgmlbAwU/s72-c/summer%2B11%2B011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-2881775634856235981</id><published>2012-01-22T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T21:53:21.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday, My Day, My Life</title><content type='html'>I look at my boys (and nina) and I cant believe how big and grown they are still going at right now. My Boys, Jesus, Thank You for my boys! My Aidan so full of love, so sweet at heart, so giving and so welcoming, making friends at the drop of a hat. I call him my "honest Abe" because lets face it we are raising him to be honest and at times it bits us in the foot 65 % of the time. Awww, my little pabby, my little chicken nugget, the nicknames go on and on!!! Look at the kiddster, posing with such character.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF5WI5KvlEk/TxzwUatxiQI/AAAAAAAACBY/rtcU2cH7iCQ/s1600/summer%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700695461903567106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF5WI5KvlEk/TxzwUatxiQI/AAAAAAAACBY/rtcU2cH7iCQ/s400/summer%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember this day when Aidan wanted to do his own hair, I am not going to lie, but it bothered me when he wanted to do his own hair, I felt like he didnt need me anymore. And even though now I still have to, no I want to do your hair, I just cant let my boys grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ha_jMAk9P5o/TxzwT6ipFtI/AAAAAAAACBM/i4TT1F2Kr_o/s1600/aidans_hair_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700695453266941650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ha_jMAk9P5o/TxzwT6ipFtI/AAAAAAAACBM/i4TT1F2Kr_o/s400/aidans_hair_005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at him, my little pabster, sleeping so peacefully who knew that he even knew how to do that back in the day :). So little, so blonde, so calm, so cute!!! Goodness I miss those days. I will never be able to get them back. Boooo Hooooo seriously I miss them. And that pillow what in the world happened to that pillow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WsQQIkR-i3Y/TxzwT4Zsv6I/AAAAAAAACA8/b-ej0JctIUs/s1600/another_day_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700695452692561826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WsQQIkR-i3Y/TxzwT4Zsv6I/AAAAAAAACA8/b-ej0JctIUs/s400/another_day_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdERSY7NG78/TxzwTpkLqjI/AAAAAAAACA0/QyBV9GlYTpI/s1600/aidan%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700695448709999154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdERSY7NG78/TxzwTpkLqjI/AAAAAAAACA0/QyBV9GlYTpI/s400/aidan%255B1%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; need I say More? A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E.!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this picture, I just love this picture, I just love my Jesus! I love this New Church, I love this Pastor, I love going to church, I look forward to it on Sunday, Wednesday and I want to be more involved and Lord, guide me, Love Me, Forgive Me, and teach me. I love You Lord, and I will serve you, never will I leave you. Thank You for dieing on the cross for me. Everything I do Lord, I do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fo1mZau6BFg/TxzwTsR40jI/AAAAAAAACAo/8jc3Rp23lUk/s1600/227423_10150186766182681_65437552680_7047443_8034766_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700695449438573106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fo1mZau6BFg/TxzwTsR40jI/AAAAAAAACAo/8jc3Rp23lUk/s400/227423_10150186766182681_65437552680_7047443_8034766_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7579933682705307641-2881775634856235981?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/2881775634856235981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-sunday-my-day-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2881775634856235981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2881775634856235981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-sunday-my-day-my-life.html' title='My Sunday, My Day, My Life'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF5WI5KvlEk/TxzwUatxiQI/AAAAAAAACBY/rtcU2cH7iCQ/s72-c/summer%2B012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-1219721965340175960</id><published>2012-01-16T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T07:23:41.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain, Dont go away</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to such a wonderful sound!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Li9lc64P-AY/TxQ_cxkwA1I/AAAAAAAAB-w/RtspxdELAic/s1600/jesus_holding_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698249192106885970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Li9lc64P-AY/TxQ_cxkwA1I/AAAAAAAAB-w/RtspxdELAic/s400/jesus_holding_me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rain, Jesus knows how much I love the rain. I also love the reign that my Savior is in my life. Idon't want to start or end my day without him, after going through a dry spell for a while, I love that I am backin the same accord with Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to think ahead, as to when I get to see him face to feace and he gets to hold me and I get to hold him for reals, its not something I need to imagine but something I can always do. I have messed up so many times and there he is just waiting to hold me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only imagine, that song is so true, I love that song, will I sinf halleluigh will I be able to sing at all? Would it be like meeting a celebrity or will be an "at Home: kind of feeling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to do so much for Christ this year, for my family, for my life in my New Church, I Love, Love this church. I want a New family in a New Church I want to be involved and I cant wait to crack out of my shell and become amazed.. I love You my Jesus!! Thank You again for this beautiful day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-1219721965340175960?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/1219721965340175960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2012/01/rain-rain-dont-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1219721965340175960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1219721965340175960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2012/01/rain-rain-dont-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain, Dont go away'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Li9lc64P-AY/TxQ_cxkwA1I/AAAAAAAAB-w/RtspxdELAic/s72-c/jesus_holding_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-719200157258553440</id><published>2012-01-14T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T07:57:06.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH! I AM BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uN7_vwYzTkc/TxGfKbt_IsI/AAAAAAAAB-k/xrBrfiuxDdw/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697510005188534978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uN7_vwYzTkc/TxGfKbt_IsI/AAAAAAAAB-k/xrBrfiuxDdw/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psh, since August 2010, I hang my head in shame, I cant believe that was the last ost I did on my blog, it makes me sad that for nearly two years I wasted not posting memories but failed to facebook and was more active there. Just give me a sec. while I ust the the cobweds an blow all the dust out of the way. O.k. all is cleared and clean. Look at them handsome boys, I am one blessed mama you know that? I have a husband who is amazing, thats right now is the only word to best describe him......AMAZING!! Along with God, he blessed my life with these two wonderful, full of life I'm going to fight with my brother everyday boys. My little Aidan, you just want to inch those cheeks and Gabriel I just want to kiss that cute face all over!! At this very moment my Aidan is 9 an in the 3r grade thriving as ever witn nothing but A's and B's, and my littel"pabby" is in kindergarten 6 and hating every minute of it!! (LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-THQT58ZnZ-g/TxGfJr4cuvI/AAAAAAAAB-U/d4bkwRuGWmg/s1600/226123_10150180777862681_65437552680_6989897_7843446_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697509992347515634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-THQT58ZnZ-g/TxGfJr4cuvI/AAAAAAAAB-U/d4bkwRuGWmg/s400/226123_10150180777862681_65437552680_6989897_7843446_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I daily Thank my God for not only forgiving me of my sins, but for giving me life again. I was near falling away but I am more regretful to say that I nearly did that then to have actually done anything stupid! God continues to give me chances and I make sure I take them, because my life isnt complete with out God. He's what I was raised on, hes who I turn to, hes who I thank daily for life and my abilties. Hes who I plead his name over when sickness or pain hits our home, hes who I call out to in my time of need, and never not once has my God faile me nd I know he never will. So in ending this, Thank You God, for being.....YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dj2zs2nx-LQ/TxGfJCjlVMI/AAAAAAAAB-I/M4y5fxQmgLk/s1600/1950%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697509981254145218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dj2zs2nx-LQ/TxGfJCjlVMI/AAAAAAAAB-I/M4y5fxQmgLk/s400/1950%2B7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Year and this year I have been wanting change, last year I changed by lossing a good chunk of weight, I am so still proud of my doing that, i want that to continue into this year, having a hard kick start but I know with Gods help I can do it. But this year I have started out with a bang for my bucks in couponing I love, love, love to coupon, my goal is to make my stock pile so big that I am able to help extending family I am even going to pop my collar on this and say I am started my own other blog about the wonderful world of couponing its got a mix of everything, from God all the way down to couponing!! Its still a work in progress, but I have big plans for it. And if it's gods will it will thrive and get readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pTDW2KmvImI/TxGfIm7aahI/AAAAAAAAB-A/hTqoJK6Dmzk/s1600/1950%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697509973837900306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pTDW2KmvImI/TxGfIm7aahI/AAAAAAAAB-A/hTqoJK6Dmzk/s400/1950%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly i still have my assion of alwys wanting to be that Good Ol fashion wife and style. Being the keeper of the home has its perks, and its terks but I love it. The feeling to have a sparkling clean house at the end of my day spells success! Which as of right now i am tying this and I have a laundry basket begging to be empty and dusting and counter cleaning and some ironing, But Praise God any how everything I do Lord, i do it for you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am breaking out the posts again......so on with the blog I go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7579933682705307641-719200157258553440?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/719200157258553440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-i-am-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/719200157258553440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/719200157258553440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-i-am-back.html' title='OH! I AM BACK'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uN7_vwYzTkc/TxGfKbt_IsI/AAAAAAAAB-k/xrBrfiuxDdw/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-237336186628513604</id><published>2010-08-27T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T19:58:04.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone but not forgotten...so cliche', yet so true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/THh5YANvcbI/AAAAAAAAB0E/CRGPSwHual0/s1600/popo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510287597369258418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/THh5YANvcbI/AAAAAAAAB0E/CRGPSwHual0/s400/popo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I feel compeled to put this here since I consider this my journal..via blog. What aheck of a month this has been.. This is "my popo"...the first man in my lie that was my hero...why the title hero? Because he rescued me, from a life that I Thank God everyday that I didnt have to contiue to ever live again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a man of  few words but to tell you the truth those few words were filled with truth, wisdom, and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can keep everything he taught me in my life and heart to pass on to my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I continue to miss him with his sny comments and hus beautiful smile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kiss on the forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and miss you my popo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-237336186628513604?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/237336186628513604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2010/08/gone-but-not-forgottenso-cliche-yet-so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/237336186628513604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/237336186628513604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2010/08/gone-but-not-forgottenso-cliche-yet-so.html' title='Gone but not forgotten...so cliche&apos;, yet so true'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/THh5YANvcbI/AAAAAAAAB0E/CRGPSwHual0/s72-c/popo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-2262263392513751483</id><published>2010-05-30T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T14:57:44.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretending...even as an Adult</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/TALZX7TP3mI/AAAAAAAABz8/GbL-iC16PGU/s1600/daily+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477179101914586722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/TALZX7TP3mI/AAAAAAAABz8/GbL-iC16PGU/s400/daily+life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was a little girl I had an imagination like no other, I had a little sister that I longed to  play with and share a room with but in my crazy mixed up life that just wasn't going to happen. But now after what 18 years later I finally have the little sister I wanted all along....buts that's a different story for a different time. Back to my imagination....WOW I must admit it was one of a kind, and I have to admit I still got it, there are times I like to pretend that I once lived in the simple, fun, family easy life of the 1950's time, I have said it before and I will say it again I was so born in the wrong era.  There are times that when it was just myself with the Lil Gabers I would put my apron on and be Joan Clever so to speak. I do my laundry in a fast paced movement with a smile strapped to my face, cookies baking away in the oven, the house spit shined and the towels so fluffy it makes me want to bounce on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/TALZXQ0a_vI/AAAAAAAABz0/OtxoNGDUf_I/s1600/chicken+coop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477179090511003378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/TALZXQ0a_vI/AAAAAAAABz0/OtxoNGDUf_I/s400/chicken+coop2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like to think/pretend that we have a tiny farm with my three chickens running around in the back yard, that I can someday build a barn in the back filled with more chickens and goats and Hay all over and a tired swing inside and the boys going out back to fetch me some morning eggs for breakfast or to do some baking from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/TALZXABKl4I/AAAAAAAABzs/pmCVWqitTXU/s1600/1950housewife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477179086001051522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/TALZXABKl4I/AAAAAAAABzs/pmCVWqitTXU/s400/1950housewife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like to pretend that we don't have a care in the world, that money does in fact grow on trees and that a simple peck on the hubby's cheek will cover for the fact I didn't make dinner. I know its all a fantasy but hey its my fantasy and I like that I have a simple one and that even though I have shared a bit of this with you all that I still can pretend like I used to when I was 11. Something like an imagination is something that you will never loose, it's important to have as important as having a Dr. Pepper daily to me that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7579933682705307641-2262263392513751483?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/2262263392513751483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2010/05/pretendingeven-as-adult.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2262263392513751483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2262263392513751483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2010/05/pretendingeven-as-adult.html' title='Pretending...even as an Adult'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/TALZX7TP3mI/AAAAAAAABz8/GbL-iC16PGU/s72-c/daily+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-5676169587128880715</id><published>2010-05-20T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:18:26.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My boy with the many character traits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S_V8Ki11_yI/AAAAAAAABzk/dYxtrY2VZrs/s1600/Photo0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473417442731884322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S_V8Ki11_yI/AAAAAAAABzk/dYxtrY2VZrs/s400/Photo0273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not only can my boy act and look like Cat in the Hat, a T- Rex, a ninja Turtle and a list of many others, he can pull of looking like the Fonz too......aeaaaaaeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;I gots me a cute 50's boy&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/7579933682705307641-5676169587128880715?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/5676169587128880715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-boy-with-many-character-traits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5676169587128880715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5676169587128880715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-boy-with-many-character-traits.html' title='My boy with the many character traits'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S_V8Ki11_yI/AAAAAAAABzk/dYxtrY2VZrs/s72-c/Photo0273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-6922512956656995963</id><published>2010-05-15T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T07:39:21.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm no Dr. Suess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S-6xmGySPNI/AAAAAAAABzc/r_5E2tmCGHA/s1600/Photo0132%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471505865516399826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S-6xmGySPNI/AAAAAAAABzc/r_5E2tmCGHA/s400/Photo0132%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But in my opinion I got me one cute &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cat in the Hat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/7579933682705307641-6922512956656995963?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/6922512956656995963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-no-dr-suess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6922512956656995963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6922512956656995963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-no-dr-suess.html' title='I&apos;m no Dr. Suess'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S-6xmGySPNI/AAAAAAAABzc/r_5E2tmCGHA/s72-c/Photo0132%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-1431609765172484170</id><published>2010-05-08T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T07:13:58.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back and ready for some action.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S-VxhU3JHeI/AAAAAAAABy8/Ixf7oUohx3g/s1600/happy+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468902139860950498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S-VxhU3JHeI/AAAAAAAABy8/Ixf7oUohx3g/s400/happy+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can not believe that it has already been five months since my last post. In all honesty I wasn't enjoying it anymore, I felt like I had to do all the time like I had a dead line and that the "boss" was going to punish me if I didnt meet it. But this time around it is merely going to be for fun, this is going to be my "online" family album, and scrapbook for us to turn back to...and seriously I kinda felt guilty about just leaving it..Marisa Lerin, I do believe you owe this poor little blog am apology.......I'm terribly sorry for the neglect I caused you. Lets start frest dust off the cob webs and blow off the dust and jump into it.....................shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-1431609765172484170?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/1431609765172484170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back-and-ready-for-some-action.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1431609765172484170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1431609765172484170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back-and-ready-for-some-action.html' title='I&apos;m Back and ready for some action.'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S-VxhU3JHeI/AAAAAAAABy8/Ixf7oUohx3g/s72-c/happy+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-1359287034790649373</id><published>2010-01-18T06:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:00:30.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The big 5-0</title><content type='html'>My Dad's party was a hit....if I do say so myself. here's the cutie stopping what he was doing for a moment so that I could get a photo op of him.....ain't he a cutie pie. Doesn't even look 50 does he?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S1R2WvedKDI/AAAAAAAABy0/wUTOjhhwi74/s1600-h/dads+party+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428093583961696306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S1R2WvedKDI/AAAAAAAABy0/wUTOjhhwi74/s400/dads+party+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's my daddy collecting his loot. And wearing the big button the read "Over the Hill" he did it wiht out a fit too he was a good sport about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S1R2Wbg7LpI/AAAAAAAABys/jgrXXwdE9ZI/s1600-h/dads+party+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428093578603343506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S1R2Wbg7LpI/AAAAAAAABys/jgrXXwdE9ZI/s400/dads+party+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is....what he and my sister take pride in....the cake......it doesn't get much nicer then that does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S1R2VyF6DDI/AAAAAAAAByk/oCrrktBrS9o/s1600-h/dads+party+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428093567484169266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S1R2VyF6DDI/AAAAAAAAByk/oCrrktBrS9o/s400/dads+party+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walked in to the house we had records hanging every where and jukebox's it was pretty sweet......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S1R2VkFeWwI/AAAAAAAAByc/8994dII48nU/s1600-h/dads+party+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428093563724258050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S1R2VkFeWwI/AAAAAAAAByc/8994dII48nU/s400/dads+party+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think the sister and I may have a knack for decorating for birthdays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7579933682705307641-1359287034790649373?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/1359287034790649373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-5-0.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1359287034790649373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1359287034790649373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-5-0.html' title='The big 5-0'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S1R2WvedKDI/AAAAAAAABy0/wUTOjhhwi74/s72-c/dads+party+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-2647727798738059093</id><published>2010-01-16T10:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:37:25.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Saturdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S1IHCvSZBBI/AAAAAAAAByU/7aZmpxuDX2c/s1600-h/SANY2944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427408244569605138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S1IHCvSZBBI/AAAAAAAAByU/7aZmpxuDX2c/s400/SANY2944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what happens at our house on a Saturday night when you have washable markers, are broke and bored.......&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/7579933682705307641-2647727798738059093?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/2647727798738059093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-saturdays.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2647727798738059093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2647727798738059093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-saturdays.html' title='Our Saturdays'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/S1IHCvSZBBI/AAAAAAAAByU/7aZmpxuDX2c/s72-c/SANY2944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-6832480785449369521</id><published>2010-01-15T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T05:54:26.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP before the Sun</title><content type='html'>It happened yet again. Every Friday my day off from not having to get my child up, make lunches, and send him off to school, I wake up at the crack of dawn's early and I mean early light. By this time after the devotions are read I sit here and debate..should I go back to bed to get warm? Should I watch a little T.V.? Should I take a shower? Should I start the day with some laundry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices...........Choices........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one choice that is for sure, is that we are going to party till we are purple tonight. It's our dad's 50Th birthday party ( not officially 50 till Sunday), all the decorations are hanging and everything is in place. After everything was done we took a step back and prided ourselves on what we had accomplished. Our creative bug bit us and we showed it what we got. It's a mess of sheer beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the talk to the kids which we all knew went through one ear and out the other.....they must get that from the father...I plead the 5th on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with my party hat nearly on and the house needing to be cleaned a bit (alot), I have made my choice and this hinny of mine is going back to bed....it's early what the heck am I doing up right now....but then again in a few minutes the sun will be telling me good morning with it's ray's. Aww what the heck I got an eye mask around here somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the party coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-6832480785449369521?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/6832480785449369521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2010/01/up-before-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6832480785449369521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6832480785449369521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2010/01/up-before-sun.html' title='UP before the Sun'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-8044524949594508531</id><published>2010-01-13T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:44:34.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the roots</title><content type='html'>Can you believe this I have been away from this blog for 2 months now.. Shame Shame! But I must say it is very good to be back, I tried to go to something new but I had to come back to my baby. Isn't the Lord good.....his Love indeed does endure forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this must be put into Salas history, with our recent addition to our family it only mad sense (to me apparently) to switch rooms with the kids....the idea hit my mind for sometime now and I was determined to do it. So I did! Yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a grueling process that seems to have made me regret it and my hubby regret listening to me. It went rather smoothly..which was odd for us because we are used to have a flub up now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The it hit...and big hurdle...and I mean big...never the less we did it we finished my peewee idea...that I will never think of again and spent the night in our "new" rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I am sitting here typing this I feel every piece of furniture I moved, and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But baby I am back even if this is just something I do for me you are welcome to come join me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-8044524949594508531?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/8044524949594508531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/8044524949594508531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/8044524949594508531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-roots.html' title='Back to the roots'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-4280273869359889978</id><published>2009-11-08T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T06:29:29.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SvbVnKhMQRI/AAAAAAAAByM/Ob_uCjnBjZI/s1600-h/worshipsign.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401739671892672786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SvbVnKhMQRI/AAAAAAAAByM/Ob_uCjnBjZI/s400/worshipsign.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put all distractions aside today and focus on God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-4280273869359889978?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/4280273869359889978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-of-worship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/4280273869359889978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/4280273869359889978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-of-worship.html' title='Day of Worship'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SvbVnKhMQRI/AAAAAAAAByM/Ob_uCjnBjZI/s72-c/worshipsign.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-461887356963655673</id><published>2009-11-07T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T06:45:07.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2:50 am and the neighbors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SvWFjlZu80I/AAAAAAAAByE/2avHNQ2uLgo/s1600-h/cat-dog-swat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401370174482740034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SvWFjlZu80I/AAAAAAAAByE/2avHNQ2uLgo/s400/cat-dog-swat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I in natural am a light sleeper, so at 2:30  this  when a nice breeze was coming into my room and I didn't hear the wind chimes on the front porch I opened one of my eyes...what did I hear instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My down the street fighting in the middle of the road like it was 2 in the afternoon, and about as drunk as they can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not going to repeat the words that were said come on people this is G rating here but I will telling it was somewhat rather amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nudge the hubby..."Do you hear that?" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's is coming from" he asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my curtains over there...........I had to go get my glasses on because my contacts were resting in the place, when I came back you should have seen the crowd scatter like flies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said a quick prayer.."God please protect innocent people out on the road tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show was over the hubby and I stayed awake for a while talking...Why are we always the "lucky" ones to have to get neighbors like that? Seriously every time we have moved we have always had 1 neighbor that had to by "it"....what happened to bringing food over when a family member is sick, or taking a welcome dish to a new neighbor...but on my behalf the new guy across the street literally gives me the chills.....moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we just have the luck......but for now I will be pretending that I live in Stepford and that the Robot wives will forever be my friends and won't be up at 2 in the morning fighting, because they are well rested in their beds awaiting the next morning when they can come over to my house and share a cup of .....something!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-461887356963655673?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/461887356963655673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/11/250-am-and-neighbors.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/461887356963655673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/461887356963655673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/11/250-am-and-neighbors.html' title='2:50 am and the neighbors'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SvWFjlZu80I/AAAAAAAAByE/2avHNQ2uLgo/s72-c/cat-dog-swat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-8393943705036010658</id><published>2009-11-05T09:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:20:27.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oink, Oink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SvMIdooCaCI/AAAAAAAABx8/hw8BDlM45Sg/s1600-h/swine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400669683361933346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SvMIdooCaCI/AAAAAAAABx8/hw8BDlM45Sg/s400/swine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LAdies and Gent's the Swine flu it our house.. GROSS!!!! I felt so dirty..my oldest was the one it hit...he was out for a week from school with the sickness that plagued our house and went from one child to the next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are over it now and all is well as can be....but I would have really freaked out of the kids grew snouts and started oinking at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house is still in recovery fromthe sickness everything needs to de rewashed resprayed and removed.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in case I am absent yet again the maid will be catching up on much needed cleaning.....But I won't be gone for to long......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-8393943705036010658?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/8393943705036010658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/11/oink-oink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/8393943705036010658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/8393943705036010658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/11/oink-oink.html' title='Oink, Oink'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SvMIdooCaCI/AAAAAAAABx8/hw8BDlM45Sg/s72-c/swine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-2855804432497337811</id><published>2009-10-24T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:42:52.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have some catching up to do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SuMQ-SeIjcI/AAAAAAAABx0/B-90LOvd4NQ/s1600-h/handy+mammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396175440816147906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SuMQ-SeIjcI/AAAAAAAABx0/B-90LOvd4NQ/s400/handy+mammy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good day Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well looky there I have some catching up to do here don't I? It seem's I have been absent for quite some time now.....it has been a crazy house for the past few days, we have some sickypoo kiddos on our hands, so our nurse abilities have been put in to overdrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see where do I begin? Oh yes the exciting part is that my wonderful sister and niece have moved in for a while, she thinks its a short move but I would like it to be long, but it seem's there is no convincing her, and the boys love that she is here, as do I....it's nice to have some female here along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seem's we are on the battle field with a few things, and at times like these it can be hard to stay on track and trust God,what can I say I don't handle stress very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well looky there it's Saturday and the time is 7:41 and I have been up already an hour ugh........my little Aidan isn't feeling so great today, so I must tend to my child and return very soon...because deep down this whole time that I didnt blog, I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-2855804432497337811?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/2855804432497337811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-some-catching-up-to-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2855804432497337811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2855804432497337811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-some-catching-up-to-do.html' title='I have some catching up to do!'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SuMQ-SeIjcI/AAAAAAAABx0/B-90LOvd4NQ/s72-c/handy+mammy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-7145533481998938262</id><published>2009-10-08T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:06:36.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Ss5fwio8_DI/AAAAAAAABxs/xxWTf_r8Je4/s1600-h/thankfull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390351091545996338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Ss5fwio8_DI/AAAAAAAABxs/xxWTf_r8Je4/s400/thankfull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;W&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hile sitting on the couch in  a black shirt and my newly pink Tinkerbell pj pants, I patiently wait for Oprah to come on. I don't watch all watch her daily, only when something catches my eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dear, sweet woman that I have come to know through the blog world, was to appear...I have followed her blog for nearly two years and I followed her recovery after her and her hubby survived and air plane crash..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While anticipation stung me.....I watched...and watched and recorded and watched again. This woman is amazing. Plain and simple..AMAZING! You literally feel how much she loves her family and even though her appearance has changed due to the accident....she is still as beautiful as can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She doesn't have to do a thing but blink her eyes and it makes you want to be a better person, a better mother, a better woman. I told have the time right now to cover the whole story about her and what happened, you can find that yourself by going to Oprah's website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am Thankful that I have a Loving and Forgiving God, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thankful that I am saved and that my God died on the cross for me..he literally paid a debt I can never repay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thankful for me health.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am for my family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thankful that I have the ability to get out of bed daily with no pain or trouble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want my children to always remember me on the computer, while they want me to play with..and so on.....I don't want to take little things with my life, family, and God for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Thank You God for giving my so many many chance's for a do over with everything in my life until I get it right. Thank You for loving and setting me free. Thank You for that ever lasting Love that you have for me along with your Forgiveness and Grace. Than You God for being.........God!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-7145533481998938262?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/7145533481998938262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/10/w-hile-sitting-on-couch-in-black-shirt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7145533481998938262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7145533481998938262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/10/w-hile-sitting-on-couch-in-black-shirt.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Ss5fwio8_DI/AAAAAAAABxs/xxWTf_r8Je4/s72-c/thankfull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-247582926573576591</id><published>2009-10-02T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:23:17.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool is in the Horizon</title><content type='html'>Well folks it seems to be finally cooling off here in the Arizona parts. And when that happens I like to break out with my pumpkins/Autumn stuff.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SsZteIFoS_I/AAAAAAAABxk/Hwlqotzhc6w/s1600-h/salas+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388114368529976306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SsZteIFoS_I/AAAAAAAABxk/Hwlqotzhc6w/s400/salas+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are my leaves that I put on our dinning table, every year.. I have been patiently waiting to put these here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SsZtd32POtI/AAAAAAAABxc/qCEc8RQ2CHc/s1600-h/salas+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388114364170451666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SsZtd32POtI/AAAAAAAABxc/qCEc8RQ2CHc/s400/salas+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are on my end tables, my leaves and pumpkin bowl..for some reason when I see these I think  candy corn?? I don't know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SsZtdZBlk3I/AAAAAAAABxU/fATsxZcdBRg/s1600-h/salas+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388114355896554354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SsZtdZBlk3I/AAAAAAAABxU/fATsxZcdBRg/s400/salas+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this....... I got this wonderful apron form my mother...adorable...I have always wanted this type of apron....good thing she read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SsZtc_eErXI/AAAAAAAABxM/X6Nd4NYakrE/s1600-h/salas+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388114349036711282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SsZtc_eErXI/AAAAAAAABxM/X6Nd4NYakrE/s400/salas+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hate to cut it short, but we are having a BBQ for celebrating, that the cool air is starting to finally come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next post....... Fall Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7579933682705307641-247582926573576591?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/247582926573576591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/10/cool-is-in-horizon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/247582926573576591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/247582926573576591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/10/cool-is-in-horizon.html' title='Cool is in the Horizon'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SsZteIFoS_I/AAAAAAAABxk/Hwlqotzhc6w/s72-c/salas+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-7141384221263432219</id><published>2009-09-26T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:55:19.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that he's 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sr5GzsfVU6I/AAAAAAAABxE/2PtLWmu6YS8/s1600-h/my+future+artist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385820058311545762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sr5GzsfVU6I/AAAAAAAABxE/2PtLWmu6YS8/s400/my+future+artist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sr5GzDH4gxI/AAAAAAAABw8/fUnFT9txEyU/s1600-h/aidans+makeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385820047207334674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sr5GzDH4gxI/AAAAAAAABw8/fUnFT9txEyU/s400/aidans+makeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sr5Gy5TtcKI/AAAAAAAABw0/JJP22f_2JlY/s1600-h/aidan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385820044572586146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sr5Gy5TtcKI/AAAAAAAABw0/JJP22f_2JlY/s400/aidan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sr5GyTyBWDI/AAAAAAAABws/TTpNZyjsT2s/s1600-h/aidans7th+birthday+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385820034499172402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sr5GyTyBWDI/AAAAAAAABws/TTpNZyjsT2s/s400/aidans7th+birthday+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed at how much he has grown and how fast time  does really pass. yesterday was his 7th Birthday, even though I held back the tears quite a few times.....I just couldnt believe he is 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all honesty "Where does the time go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7579933682705307641-7141384221263432219?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/7141384221263432219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-that-hes-7.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7141384221263432219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7141384221263432219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-that-hes-7.html' title='Now that he&apos;s 7'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sr5GzsfVU6I/AAAAAAAABxE/2PtLWmu6YS8/s72-c/my+future+artist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-5004777737804509704</id><published>2009-09-23T13:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:10:57.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picinic lunch</title><content type='html'>With the weather finally cooling down (lets hope it stay's that way) the Hubby and I decided to take &gt;this little cutie for a picinic. So we packed up the picinic basket made some so yummy chicken salad, with treats to follow and off we went for a while the Gabbers had the whole park to himself.....He thought he was a King literelly!! The breeze was just right and the shade was like a little island and it was so relaxing!! Glad that we did it! We need to do it way more often then sit at home!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SrqMERM7BVI/AAAAAAAABwk/DT2tJzc-w3I/s1600-h/SANY1803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384770309439817042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SrqMERM7BVI/AAAAAAAABwk/DT2tJzc-w3I/s400/SANY1803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I have been gone for a while, it seems that we have had a little addition to the Salas family This&gt; here is Jack and one word for him is LOVE!! He is the most sweetest, obiediant Loveable pet I have ever had or met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SrqMEFXwh1I/AAAAAAAABwc/tQZwDAmqdaQ/s1600-h/suds+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384770306264041298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SrqMEFXwh1I/AAAAAAAABwc/tQZwDAmqdaQ/s400/suds+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I have been absent i was busy maken some suds...this here is an example of what I did this weekend......You like?? It's a hobby and I love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SrqMDp0e5FI/AAAAAAAABwU/g8Hfz_1nnZc/s1600-h/suds+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384770298868327506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SrqMDp0e5FI/AAAAAAAABwU/g8Hfz_1nnZc/s400/suds+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7579933682705307641-5004777737804509704?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/5004777737804509704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/09/picinic-lunch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5004777737804509704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5004777737804509704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/09/picinic-lunch.html' title='Picinic lunch'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SrqMERM7BVI/AAAAAAAABwk/DT2tJzc-w3I/s72-c/SANY1803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-7986938892480995434</id><published>2009-09-14T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:11:12.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apron that I have wanted for OOO so long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sq6w_KQjPQI/AAAAAAAABwM/gZL8-8fJGKw/s1600-h/aprons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381433203886341378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sq6w_KQjPQI/AAAAAAAABwM/gZL8-8fJGKw/s400/aprons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont beg nor do I plead...but just one thing that I have been wanting for such a long time is a real home made apron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not lucky enough to have a sewing machine, but I want like super want one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after reading this if it is laid on your heart to make one for little old me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be shy, I will gladly except!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-7986938892480995434?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/7986938892480995434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/09/apron-that-i-have-wanted-for-ooo-so.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7986938892480995434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7986938892480995434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/09/apron-that-i-have-wanted-for-ooo-so.html' title='The Apron that I have wanted for OOO so long'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sq6w_KQjPQI/AAAAAAAABwM/gZL8-8fJGKw/s72-c/aprons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-2993589967967799526</id><published>2009-09-12T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:54:44.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of a busy week the start of a busy Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Squ0mk56STI/AAAAAAAABwE/0JigPwomUZM/s1600-h/handy+mammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380592754658789682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Squ0mk56STI/AAAAAAAABwE/0JigPwomUZM/s400/handy+mammy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so sorry my dear friends that I have been absent for almost all the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a horrible bug that decided instead of leaving it staid for an extra unwanted few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Thursday I was feeling pretty good, I had alot of chores that I had to catch up on......and I mean alot. That same night we were approached by a neighbor who has a dog the size of a Lion,,,,(no really) and knew that Aidan loved him so instead of taking him to the pound....we took him in, thank God for our Huge backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, was my Hubby's Birthday...filled with gifts.....Taco's, rice and beans made by yours truly ;) and alot of cake and ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start our morning off this morning I woke up to our little sugar (my little dog who ruled the house before other's came along) popped out three of the cutest pups I have seen...Every Grammy Say's that....NO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy, Busy, Busy.....chores, chores, chores...I must be on my way Darling..until Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May God grant you Happiness, and a beautiful Saturday and Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-2993589967967799526?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/2993589967967799526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-busy-week-start-of-busy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2993589967967799526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2993589967967799526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-busy-week-start-of-busy-weekend.html' title='The end of a busy week the start of a busy Weekend!'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Squ0mk56STI/AAAAAAAABwE/0JigPwomUZM/s72-c/handy+mammy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-2145370270923619322</id><published>2009-09-07T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T07:56:10.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Monday, a sniffle, a new pup and cupcakes</title><content type='html'>To just start the morning:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SqUdSd_TCJI/AAAAAAAABv8/OJ0_HuAuv9w/s1600-h/labor+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378737533088893074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SqUdSd_TCJI/AAAAAAAABv8/OJ0_HuAuv9w/s320/labor+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night the first thing that hit my mind, before I went to bed what "Oh I get to sleep in tomorrow...NO SCHOOL! And if my Hubby would have told me "You will be up by 5:30 " I would have laughed in his face! But low and behold, the child that I struggle with daily to wake up in  the morning , he was the first one up AT 5: 30 int he morning, if it was possible I just might have spit fire!!! Then to make matter worse I have finally caught what everyone has had.....a cold..or something like a cold....blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SqUdRzimLEI/AAAAAAAABv0/yLqtSb8wFKM/s1600-h/champion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378737521694223426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SqUdRzimLEI/AAAAAAAABv0/yLqtSb8wFKM/s320/champion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However the day must go on....I still have to go grocery shopping for a few item needs for Friday(it's my hubby's birthday), and most of all I have a BBQ to host tonight.......speaking if which I have to check on them cup cakes I'll only be a bit Hun.....all right with that being checked off the list,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SqUdRos2t_I/AAAAAAAABvs/00BjFWnoizA/s1600-h/homework.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378737518784460786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SqUdRos2t_I/AAAAAAAABvs/00BjFWnoizA/s320/homework.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will finish the night off with some needed completed homework with the Aidypop, take a nice vapor shower and call it a night until when........5:30 the next morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7579933682705307641-2145370270923619322?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/2145370270923619322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-sniffle-new-pup-and-cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2145370270923619322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2145370270923619322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-sniffle-new-pup-and-cupcakes.html' title='A Monday, a sniffle, a new pup and cupcakes'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SqUdSd_TCJI/AAAAAAAABv8/OJ0_HuAuv9w/s72-c/labor+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-7249369968119765555</id><published>2009-09-05T07:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:42:47.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SqJ4eiprbYI/AAAAAAAABvk/e0xPqJA0zNA/s1600-h/typical+sat.+%26+such+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377993371126820226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SqJ4eiprbYI/AAAAAAAABvk/e0xPqJA0zNA/s400/typical+sat.+%26+such+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cost for the camera:89.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost for the Mickey ears: 16.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost of the picture: Priceless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-7249369968119765555?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/7249369968119765555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/09/picture-of-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7249369968119765555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7249369968119765555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/09/picture-of-week.html' title='Picture of the week'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SqJ4eiprbYI/AAAAAAAABvk/e0xPqJA0zNA/s72-c/typical+sat.+%26+such+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-1215614516399339281</id><published>2009-09-01T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:06:48.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet September</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sp1FGF_-dKI/AAAAAAAABvc/3hzBOh7EnUA/s1600-h/happy+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376529501142283426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sp1FGF_-dKI/AAAAAAAABvc/3hzBOh7EnUA/s400/happy+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's here and I can't be more excited...Sweet,long awaited...September!!!&lt;br /&gt;This means that the weather "should" start to cool down and once that happens I like to bake, bake ,bake....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to have the doors open...and the windows open and to hear the quite sounds around the house because the cooler will be turned off.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now it is the first day of September at a high of 101, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that September won't disappoint me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-1215614516399339281?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/1215614516399339281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-september.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1215614516399339281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1215614516399339281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-september.html' title='Sweet September'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sp1FGF_-dKI/AAAAAAAABvc/3hzBOh7EnUA/s72-c/happy+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-1532480163573267568</id><published>2009-08-31T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:03:09.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend recipe</title><content type='html'>This weekend I tried my hand out at making some homemade bread...I was worried that it wasn't going to rise.....or even taste good...so I had my guinea pig try it out first because let's face it..he will tell me straight up if it is nasty or good!!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Spw5rcwlSzI/AAAAAAAABvU/H-7GW471S18/s1600-h/typical+sat.+%26+such+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376235473790651186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Spw5rcwlSzI/AAAAAAAABvU/H-7GW471S18/s320/typical+sat.+%26+such+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well here goes nothen................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Spw5qxIIBAI/AAAAAAAABvM/DUjjtCJc0E4/s1600-h/typical+sat.+%26+such+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376235462078235650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Spw5qxIIBAI/AAAAAAAABvM/DUjjtCJc0E4/s320/typical+sat.+%26+such+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think it was good because here was his second piece with some butter and honey....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and there is Gabriel wearing my glasses..thinking he was going to turn into me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we have a winner folks!!!!&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/7579933682705307641-1532480163573267568?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/1532480163573267568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-weekend-recipe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1532480163573267568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1532480163573267568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-weekend-recipe.html' title='My weekend recipe'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Spw5rcwlSzI/AAAAAAAABvU/H-7GW471S18/s72-c/typical+sat.+%26+such+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-7964922738309937066</id><published>2009-08-30T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:21:59.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My day of Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SprfP5ngTWI/AAAAAAAABvE/FsHSvcqOCjM/s1600-h/worshipsign.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375854569477655906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SprfP5ngTWI/AAAAAAAABvE/FsHSvcqOCjM/s320/worshipsign.png" 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/7579933682705307641-7964922738309937066?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/7964922738309937066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-day-of-worship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7964922738309937066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7964922738309937066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-day-of-worship.html' title='My day of Worship'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SprfP5ngTWI/AAAAAAAABvE/FsHSvcqOCjM/s72-c/worshipsign.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-3309256168697465040</id><published>2009-08-29T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T10:24:36.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My horrible Friday......Glad it is over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SpliuZ-F3bI/AAAAAAAABu8/yUd_FJNhSyI/s1600-h/sick_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375436179628219826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SpliuZ-F3bI/AAAAAAAABu8/yUd_FJNhSyI/s320/sick_day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(though I didn't look this happy yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Morning was a rough one and I mean a rough one.........I had the worst, the hugest migraine ever......I thought I was a goner! I had to call the hubby who came to the rescue and was Mr. Mom for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I for one hate going to the hospital and I wasn't about to make the kiddo's go there either, so my Hubby called my Pastor put the phone nest to me ear and through the phone prayed with me.... I literally felt the healing hand of God over me the next thing I new my headache was gone....vanished! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After praying over myself my Hubby next to me doing the same and just Thanking and praising God for his healing.....my nightmare had ended......and boy was I hungry though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad for Saturday to be here to be able to do my house updates and to be able to anything I want instead of being in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-3309256168697465040?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/3309256168697465040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-horrible-fridayglad-it-is-over.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/3309256168697465040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/3309256168697465040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-horrible-fridayglad-it-is-over.html' title='My horrible Friday......Glad it is over'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SpliuZ-F3bI/AAAAAAAABu8/yUd_FJNhSyI/s72-c/sick_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-6060305292505572863</id><published>2009-08-24T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T08:49:38.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloudy days......saying it's A.O.K.</title><content type='html'>Today with it being Monday, this is usually how the house will be today, happily sitting on my all day, while I go about doing my daily chore's.......and you know what? I don't mind a bit........all I have to do is have the ambition to get off the computer and dive into it.&lt;br /&gt;So Dear Monday,&lt;br /&gt;How about we be friend's today? Nothing in the mail that needs to be paid.....or how about no homework with the kiddo tonight? *wink, wink*&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully your Friend-Marisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SpK0yrbgNeI/AAAAAAAABu0/R8J0rU4efCA/s1600-h/house+on+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373556088150963682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SpK0yrbgNeI/AAAAAAAABu0/R8J0rU4efCA/s320/house+on+top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But on the best note ever, I woke up this morning with the clouds covering the sky, and evidence that while we were sleeping last night the rain had a nice fall. Sunny day's are so common that when you wake up and it looks like you should still be in bed....now them's are the morning's to get up and dance for........Thank You Lord!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SpK0yHzdKlI/AAAAAAAABus/zPZ_BsZmQfY/s1600-h/rainy+day+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373556078587750994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SpK0yHzdKlI/AAAAAAAABus/zPZ_BsZmQfY/s320/rainy+day+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And even though my little Gabriel is sickypoo it's ok Monday we are still friends..because he got sick Sunday..........But hey that's the Lords day you can't be angry on the Lord's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SpK0xp8XVfI/AAAAAAAABuk/Ms3lriHQj3c/s1600-h/vicks-vaporus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373556070572054002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SpK0xp8XVfI/AAAAAAAABuk/Ms3lriHQj3c/s320/vicks-vaporus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So laundry,vacuuming,meds on the dot and everything else in between........I'm a coming.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Blessed Monday Ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7579933682705307641-6060305292505572863?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/6060305292505572863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/08/cloudy-dayssaying-its-aok.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6060305292505572863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6060305292505572863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/08/cloudy-dayssaying-its-aok.html' title='Cloudy days......saying it&apos;s A.O.K.'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SpK0yrbgNeI/AAAAAAAABu0/R8J0rU4efCA/s72-c/house+on+top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-1899757420673029538</id><published>2009-08-22T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:55:53.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is such a Lova!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SpBNC8SEfSI/AAAAAAAABuc/aAnDDv_mZTU/s1600-h/misc.+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372879068389997858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SpBNC8SEfSI/AAAAAAAABuc/aAnDDv_mZTU/s320/misc.+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabriel and Gabriella dancing the night away!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One word to discribe: adorable!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say is you has to be there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-1899757420673029538?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/1899757420673029538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-is-such-lova.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1899757420673029538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1899757420673029538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-is-such-lova.html' title='He is such a Lova!'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SpBNC8SEfSI/AAAAAAAABuc/aAnDDv_mZTU/s72-c/misc.+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-6651241501800151689</id><published>2009-08-21T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:36:05.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THe specs!</title><content type='html'>News around the Salas house is that my Aideepop is going to be sported a new look come next week!!! He will officially be wearing his own pair of glasses..... What can I say the kids has his mother's and father's eye sight!!! Both weak and not the greatest..but I am certain that he is going to look just as cute as his daddy!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/So8R58XHwkI/AAAAAAAABuU/NK4Dm-3H4eQ/s1600-h/SANY1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372532567629611586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/So8R58XHwkI/AAAAAAAABuU/NK4Dm-3H4eQ/s320/SANY1857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In other news I am near as excited as one can be because August is almost over and I am frankly tired of this Arizona heat.. i nearly jump for joy when I see that the temp outside is a high somewhere in the 90;s...I just know that day will come again....I just know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/So8R5V2ZYhI/AAAAAAAABuM/Zj4C1URmIlU/s1600-h/happy+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372532557291807250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/So8R5V2ZYhI/AAAAAAAABuM/Zj4C1URmIlU/s320/happy+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And lastly here is the gramma that the boys visited with in the beginning of the week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual the boys got what they wanted and didnt seem to mind a bit!!! I am glad to finally get back on track now with certain things......but for now I must tend to the Aideepop he seem's to have caught a tummy bug!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/So8R45OzV8I/AAAAAAAABuE/32PG7XCg7Q4/s1600-h/my+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372532549609543618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/So8R45OzV8I/AAAAAAAABuE/32PG7XCg7Q4/s320/my+mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7579933682705307641-6651241501800151689?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/6651241501800151689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/08/specs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6651241501800151689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6651241501800151689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/08/specs.html' title='THe specs!'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/So8R58XHwkI/AAAAAAAABuU/NK4Dm-3H4eQ/s72-c/SANY1857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-4606350617340242530</id><published>2009-08-18T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:27:16.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My motto...only for today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SosN5f0HHhI/AAAAAAAABt8/ay-CkTVwnuk/s1600-h/my+kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371402262013222418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SosN5f0HHhI/AAAAAAAABt8/ay-CkTVwnuk/s320/my+kitchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a visitor here....my mother!!! I think I may have sneaked a picture or so in and will post, but for the mean time she saw the house the first day clean and thats all I need...but if anyone is happy enough to come and update it until she leaves be my guest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont think I will have any takers which is why I just want you to make yourself at home and relax...I believe I am putting every Tuesday as my relax day.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost fell off the banwagon of blogging but ever so near here I am and I will continue to it daily...unless we here are just having a dry day!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-4606350617340242530?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/4606350617340242530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-mottoonly-for-today.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/4606350617340242530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/4606350617340242530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-mottoonly-for-today.html' title='My motto...only for today!'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SosN5f0HHhI/AAAAAAAABt8/ay-CkTVwnuk/s72-c/my+kitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-2707982882674188607</id><published>2009-08-13T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:36:52.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Hiatus..........School is in session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SoQyI0O5beI/AAAAAAAABt0/gAQmwEvIrzY/s1600-h/SANY2061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369471782773943778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SoQyI0O5beI/AAAAAAAABt0/gAQmwEvIrzY/s320/SANY2061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       ( sorry for the side ways picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we are back........school is in session.............schedules are back to being updated, but I have to admit that Gabriel and I miss Aidan alot..........we were so bored yesterday it wasnt even funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-2707982882674188607?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/2707982882674188607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-from-hiatusschool-is-in-session.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2707982882674188607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2707982882674188607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-from-hiatusschool-is-in-session.html' title='Back from Hiatus..........School is in session'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SoQyI0O5beI/AAAAAAAABt0/gAQmwEvIrzY/s72-c/SANY2061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-8781844554960888245</id><published>2009-08-05T11:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:39:30.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week from Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SnnRkc1bTHI/AAAAAAAABts/3KuAOGwEwGQ/s1600-h/SANY1994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366550855134432370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SnnRkc1bTHI/AAAAAAAABts/3KuAOGwEwGQ/s320/SANY1994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A weel from today my little fella will be int he first grade, so I am going on Hiatus until then to spend some much needed time before school interfears.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a face like that I can't resist!!!!&lt;br /&gt;See you right here next week!!&lt;div 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Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SnnRkc1bTHI/AAAAAAAABts/3KuAOGwEwGQ/s72-c/SANY1994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-5572652221466584222</id><published>2009-08-03T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:24:44.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SncPNTlvkJI/AAAAAAAABtk/WvFh8Ytvyr4/s1600-h/thinking+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365774202306531474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SncPNTlvkJI/AAAAAAAABtk/WvFh8Ytvyr4/s320/thinking+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday........need I say more?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-5572652221466584222?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/5572652221466584222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-monday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5572652221466584222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5572652221466584222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SncPNTlvkJI/AAAAAAAABtk/WvFh8Ytvyr4/s72-c/thinking+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-8535103453996334176</id><published>2009-08-01T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:05:22.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh August I have been waiting for you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SnS6urKy8XI/AAAAAAAABtc/EMvE7dztOsA/s1600-h/happy+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365118367129858418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SnS6urKy8XI/AAAAAAAABtc/EMvE7dztOsA/s320/happy+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been waiting for this day for a long time.....&lt;br /&gt;July was a horrible month for me and I can't really tell you why..because I don't even really know, I just know that I really disliked July!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 4 months a 18 days until we have our Christmas family vacation to Disneyland, it makes me want to jump for joy just thinking about.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself it will be here before I know it and I can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mr. December........I'm waiting!!!!&lt;div 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you!!'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SnS6urKy8XI/AAAAAAAABtc/EMvE7dztOsA/s72-c/happy+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-5320390665881999229</id><published>2009-07-29T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T06:42:09.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost.........My spiritual Shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I posted this sometime last year and I feel it was time to go "Shopping"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little bit of some Spiritual Shopping I had to do today......Care to join??List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread- We are fortunate enough to have God give us our Daily Bread.&lt;br /&gt;3 lbs. of Love- To Show the people in my life the God has given me pounds and pounds of Love.&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg. of Salt- Salt is known to melt ice.....and at times there are some icy cries and tears that need to be melted away.&lt;br /&gt;1 Box of Band aids- To cover the Boo Boo's.&lt;br /&gt;1 Huge heaping of Faith- To know that under those band aids GOD is doing all the Healing of those booboo's.&lt;br /&gt;1 bag of Joy- To make every life moment Joyful.&lt;br /&gt;1 Humble Pie- Because Humbly we come before God to admit that we are sinner's.&lt;br /&gt;2 bushels of Peace- To know that Peace should always be with us, for the hand of God is always over us.&lt;br /&gt;A nice wonderful Sunday-To be able to go and worship my God with an open and willing heart.....These are the best kind of Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SHOPPING.......I got these at a bargain rate!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-5320390665881999229?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/5320390665881999229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/repostmy-spiritual-shopping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5320390665881999229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5320390665881999229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/repostmy-spiritual-shopping.html' title='Repost.........My spiritual Shopping!'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-6220851989373076739</id><published>2009-07-28T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:32:37.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Elijah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/yWSATpx7uzk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/yWSATpx7uzk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My church learned this song Sunday in worship service and trust me when you listen to it..you cant help but get up do a little jig...and just shout out to Praise God...Trust me when I say it a something you want to listen to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-6220851989373076739?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/6220851989373076739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/days-of-elijah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6220851989373076739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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So here are some photo's of what he captured.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmseKg82kyI/AAAAAAAABtU/k1yu0Qla1ho/s1600-h/SANY1994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362412947307402018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmseKg82kyI/AAAAAAAABtU/k1yu0Qla1ho/s320/SANY1994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows what little Gabriel is doing here but I sure do love the facial expression.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmseKGWFQfI/AAAAAAAABtM/k0miW5lXwmo/s1600-h/SANY1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362412940165464562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmseKGWFQfI/AAAAAAAABtM/k0miW5lXwmo/s320/SANY1979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here Aidan took a picure of a the family picture.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmseJvZkBxI/AAAAAAAABtE/ivL6GSI_wHI/s1600-h/SANY1969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362412934006048530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmseJvZkBxI/AAAAAAAABtE/ivL6GSI_wHI/s320/SANY1969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here of a nice moment little Gabriel was not in trouble...that is picture taken worthy.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmseJWP1xGI/AAAAAAAABs8/rcuXW5j1Xt8/s1600-h/SANY1900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362412927254381666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmseJWP1xGI/AAAAAAAABs8/rcuXW5j1Xt8/s320/SANY1900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he was taking a picture to show me that he had proof that one day his room is sometimes clean, to bad he only got the door angle to show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmseJCmKbvI/AAAAAAAABs0/p-kSXakZjYY/s1600-h/SANY1867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362412921979301618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmseJCmKbvI/AAAAAAAABs0/p-kSXakZjYY/s320/SANY1867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7579933682705307641-9173338458772836963?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/9173338458772836963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/aidan-my-personal-photographer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/9173338458772836963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/9173338458772836963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/aidan-my-personal-photographer.html' title='Aidan my personal photographer'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmseKg82kyI/AAAAAAAABtU/k1yu0Qla1ho/s72-c/SANY1994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-1273061176022321502</id><published>2009-07-24T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:41:13.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to Thank.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Smnin8Qr5BI/AAAAAAAABss/5yWrPGHkg8Y/s1600-h/Award_-_kreativbloggeraward_award__2_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362066007180174354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Smnin8Qr5BI/AAAAAAAABss/5yWrPGHkg8Y/s320/Award_-_kreativbloggeraward_award__2_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Dear Sweet Friend Hope granted me this waonderful award........Who knew I was creative.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am subpost to post 7 random things about myself if I read correctly, so here goes........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love to get up super early and prance arond the house alone....&lt;br /&gt;2. Cleaning is my therepy.........I mean hard core don't miss a spot cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am 27 years old and never had a cavitiy.knock on wood.&lt;br /&gt;4. In my whole entire family I am the ONLY one with green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;5. My birthday just happens to land on the birthday of Elvis Presely....my dads a fan!&lt;br /&gt;6. I like Peanut Butter with Vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;7. I desperetly have a secret (no so much now) to one day have a rood trip on a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing amuzing and great.........but hey!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I tag Briana my sister!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-1273061176022321502?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/1273061176022321502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-thank.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1273061176022321502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1273061176022321502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-thank.html' title='I want to Thank.............'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Smnin8Qr5BI/AAAAAAAABss/5yWrPGHkg8Y/s72-c/Award_-_kreativbloggeraward_award__2_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-2124756213494570369</id><published>2009-07-24T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:26:20.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two just enjoying the storm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmngVZWV9eI/AAAAAAAABsk/RgdQvdcXmPg/s1600-h/SANY1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362063489547761122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmngVZWV9eI/AAAAAAAABsk/RgdQvdcXmPg/s320/SANY1851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ain't nothen like sitting in your undies watching the rain and a little bit of T.V. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had these kids lives for a day!&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/7579933682705307641-2124756213494570369?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/2124756213494570369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-just-enjoying-storm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2124756213494570369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2124756213494570369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-just-enjoying-storm.html' title='Two just enjoying the storm.'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmngVZWV9eI/AAAAAAAABsk/RgdQvdcXmPg/s72-c/SANY1851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-2180028957999991078</id><published>2009-07-20T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:06:29.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As different as Night and Day</title><content type='html'>My boys are as different as night and day not only in appearance but in everything they do.They can NEVER agree on what to watch, what to play, who's the leader ans so forth. Since Aidan is the oldest it is only right that he be granted the top dresser drawer, he neatly puts his clothes awayas shown. I always ask when they tell me they are done with something "Is it something I would aprrove of?"&lt;br /&gt;In response I get a " I better go check one more time."&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmSGnFi3hJI/AAAAAAAABsc/wGAUvCFB8iI/s1600-h/SANY1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360557462539175058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmSGnFi3hJI/AAAAAAAABsc/wGAUvCFB8iI/s320/SANY1747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So yes I do approve Aidan's most of the time....&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Gabriel's laundry that he"put's away". I walk into the room everytime with my jaw dropped thinking."Is he serious" after about 5 fits and a"I cant I have a tummy ache" that was never present all the while he is making his brother mad. I am finally able to get Gabriel to to return to his room to "fix" the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmSGmlrCDGI/AAAAAAAABsU/7sVKXnzH_Fg/s1600-h/SANY1746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360557453983485026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmSGmlrCDGI/AAAAAAAABsU/7sVKXnzH_Fg/s320/SANY1746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am come to terms that I just need to put his laundry away for the time being if I dont want to double my loads.&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/7579933682705307641-2180028957999991078?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/2180028957999991078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-different-as-night-and-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2180028957999991078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2180028957999991078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-different-as-night-and-day.html' title='As different as Night and Day'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmSGnFi3hJI/AAAAAAAABsc/wGAUvCFB8iI/s72-c/SANY1747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-2666844898322050835</id><published>2009-07-18T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:34:02.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Morning.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmIUvRnrRVI/AAAAAAAABsM/FZfq3qvR0gs/s1600-h/SANY1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359869308940535122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmIUvRnrRVI/AAAAAAAABsM/FZfq3qvR0gs/s320/SANY1742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing like having an early Breakfast outside before the  Heat comes in/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend folks.&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/7579933682705307641-2666844898322050835?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/2666844898322050835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/breakfast-morning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2666844898322050835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2666844898322050835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/breakfast-morning.html' title='Breakfast Morning.........'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SmIUvRnrRVI/AAAAAAAABsM/FZfq3qvR0gs/s72-c/SANY1742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-49105906385038342</id><published>2009-07-15T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:10:33.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a nut shell ..........ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sl3i-pGQY4I/AAAAAAAABsE/W5w00u_lrls/s1600-h/unhappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358688697452618626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sl3i-pGQY4I/AAAAAAAABsE/W5w00u_lrls/s320/unhappy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up this morning not feeling 100% perky like I usually do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured it is best today that I stay clear from blogging........and try to get myself to that 100%, i need to I have nursery in church this evening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-49105906385038342?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/49105906385038342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-nut-shell-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/49105906385038342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/49105906385038342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-nut-shell-me.html' title='In a nut shell ..........ME!'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sl3i-pGQY4I/AAAAAAAABsE/W5w00u_lrls/s72-c/unhappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-8206803262145714685</id><published>2009-07-13T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:45:26.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I yelled ........He did it</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;repeatably&lt;/span&gt; told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gabriel's&lt;/span&gt; to stop jumping unto the pool. He gives me a sweet smile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;making&lt;/span&gt; me think that he was listening to me and that he would obey.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sltjz5TGLWI/AAAAAAAABr8/2o5Va-tpIyU/s1600-h/SANY1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357985924892732770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sltjz5TGLWI/AAAAAAAABr8/2o5Va-tpIyU/s320/SANY1789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SltjzoDdfRI/AAAAAAAABr0/K7FlRzbODRE/s1600-h/SANY1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357985920263748882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SltjzoDdfRI/AAAAAAAABr0/K7FlRzbODRE/s320/SANY1787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At this point either boys see me at the back door, Aidan is chanting for him to do it, and you can tell Gabriel is seriously thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SltjzKWXKyI/AAAAAAAABrs/YibyuNjhY2E/s1600-h/SANY1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357985912289962786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SltjzKWXKyI/AAAAAAAABrs/YibyuNjhY2E/s320/SANY1786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; End result........he jumped I yelled not to and he did a proud canon ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7579933682705307641-8206803262145714685?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/8206803262145714685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-yelled-he-did-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/8206803262145714685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/8206803262145714685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-yelled-he-did-it.html' title='I yelled ........He did it'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sltjz5TGLWI/AAAAAAAABr8/2o5Va-tpIyU/s72-c/SANY1789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-2879934098252031738</id><published>2009-07-13T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T07:12:09.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 50's: Rewind the Fifties!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/I4xfFKZ3fNo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/I4xfFKZ3fNo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh! How I love the 50's.&lt;br /&gt;There was elegance, devotion, and simple happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you I was born in  the wrong era..I just know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful Monday Blessings to all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-2879934098252031738?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/2879934098252031738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/50-rewind-fifties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2879934098252031738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2879934098252031738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/50-rewind-fifties.html' title='The 50&amp;#39;s: Rewind the Fifties!'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-1286358737543857078</id><published>2009-07-10T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:18:46.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How did she get in?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SleFsR1US5I/AAAAAAAABrk/HNR3kb5LTmM/s1600-h/SANY1773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356897277528263570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SleFsR1US5I/AAAAAAAABrk/HNR3kb5LTmM/s400/SANY1773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aidan loved the fact the she left him a letter and a dollar in change just for candy.......&lt;br /&gt;Small simple pleasure's makes tons of happiness......and thats alright by me.&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/7579933682705307641-1286358737543857078?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/1286358737543857078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-did-she-get-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1286358737543857078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1286358737543857078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-did-she-get-in.html' title='How did she get in?'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SleFsR1US5I/AAAAAAAABrk/HNR3kb5LTmM/s72-c/SANY1773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-7684023969122789216</id><published>2009-07-07T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:30:21.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Review</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures that were taken on Saturday.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SlNoXAUS1tI/AAAAAAAABrc/VL-7kfwoBG8/s1600-h/SANY1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355739126305052370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SlNoXAUS1tI/AAAAAAAABrc/VL-7kfwoBG8/s400/SANY1768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had these tow cuties matching in Red, White and Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SlNoWy3ZggI/AAAAAAAABrU/XP4ZuNmqO6s/s1600-h/SANY1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355739122694193666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SlNoWy3ZggI/AAAAAAAABrU/XP4ZuNmqO6s/s400/SANY1771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my Red, White, and Blue cake that was a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SlNoWmhkuyI/AAAAAAAABrM/0Ifr9CDoDdw/s1600-h/SANY1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355739119381429026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SlNoWmhkuyI/AAAAAAAABrM/0Ifr9CDoDdw/s400/SANY1770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few little dishtowels to dec up the kitchen, Aidan started off the morning with saying the "Pledge of Allegiance". He makes his mother proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SlNoWU_MJDI/AAAAAAAABrE/JwEIh_wJyEI/s1600-h/SANY1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355739114673808434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SlNoWU_MJDI/AAAAAAAABrE/JwEIh_wJyEI/s400/SANY1769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were so tired Saturday night that when I woke up early Sunday Morning to get ready for Church I didn't eve see that Gabriel was this  dirty, from the Saturday night BBQ. But I guess if he didn't mind why should I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all it was a wonderful family filled 4th of July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS The count down in still under way for our trip to Disneyland for Christmas........I almost can't stand it any longer..........only 5 more months to go!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7579933682705307641-7684023969122789216?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/7684023969122789216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-review.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7684023969122789216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7684023969122789216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-review.html' title='Weekend Review'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SlNoXAUS1tI/AAAAAAAABrc/VL-7kfwoBG8/s72-c/SANY1768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-3739082417088317431</id><published>2009-07-07T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:02:30.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Be Well Groomed (1949)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/QtSo0GBX_0g' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/QtSo0GBX_0g'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I again could watch these all day, but unfortuntly i have house chores to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-3739082417088317431?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/3739082417088317431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-to-be-well-groomed-1949.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/3739082417088317431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/3739082417088317431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-to-be-well-groomed-1949.html' title='How to Be Well Groomed (1949)'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-7089806706292397643</id><published>2009-07-04T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:52:00.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well of Course............Happy 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sk-VkseKuVI/AAAAAAAABq8/I13QaPUD5aA/s1600-h/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354662939612330322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sk-VkseKuVI/AAAAAAAABq8/I13QaPUD5aA/s400/flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well to start off with ........Happy 4th of July little Darling's. I have been a busy mama this morning once I got my tired self up did the devotionals and bible reading it was time to hit the kitchen. I wanted everything to be prepped and half way done do my the time its cookout time I wasn't rushing. I had a red, white, and blue cake to make (pictures tomarrow) potatoe salad to prepare, hamburger patties to form and a grill that needed some fearce cleaning because while the Hubby is at work I am in charge of the grill this evening *Please God help me* :} My area is the kitchen not the grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sk-VkYVHHqI/AAAAAAAABq0/tH1iQ8ziW3E/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354662934205636258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sk-VkYVHHqI/AAAAAAAABq0/tH1iQ8ziW3E/s400/fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After all the eating is done with and dishes are nicly in the dishwasher, the family will be off to see the fireworks, enjoying the red and blue cotten candy my sister and i purchased about a week before hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures will be posted Monday have a wonderful day to all you wonderful people.&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/7579933682705307641-7089806706292397643?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/7089806706292397643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-of-coursehappy-4th.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7089806706292397643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7089806706292397643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-of-coursehappy-4th.html' title='Well of Course............Happy 4th'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sk-VkseKuVI/AAAAAAAABq8/I13QaPUD5aA/s72-c/flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-5924412655116533897</id><published>2009-07-03T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:00:28.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sk4cQr5U7TI/AAAAAAAABqs/F8mabYOnFr0/s1600-h/SANY1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354248079976754482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sk4cQr5U7TI/AAAAAAAABqs/F8mabYOnFr0/s400/SANY1743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This brings lots and lots of entertainment we all love it.&lt;br /&gt;He wont let anyone get into it all he is very picky whoplay's in it too.&lt;br /&gt;But hey black is his color..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-5924412655116533897?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/5924412655116533897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-c-o-o-l-r-i-d-e-r.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5924412655116533897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5924412655116533897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-c-o-o-l-r-i-d-e-r.html' title='I have a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sk4cQr5U7TI/AAAAAAAABqs/F8mabYOnFr0/s72-c/SANY1743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-8717635811524063119</id><published>2009-07-01T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:12:26.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Gathering's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Skt6FHPBQHI/AAAAAAAABqM/XrlWTEiM2hE/s1600-h/SANY1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353506810319945842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Skt6FHPBQHI/AAAAAAAABqM/XrlWTEiM2hE/s400/SANY1754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess gathering on the couch together in a screaming rush to look at the newest lego magazine, is where it's at.........and then an hour later still looking at it................you know thats when its worth the gathering.&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/7579933682705307641-8717635811524063119?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/8717635811524063119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/family-gatherings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/8717635811524063119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/8717635811524063119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/07/family-gatherings.html' title='Family Gathering&apos;s'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Skt6FHPBQHI/AAAAAAAABqM/XrlWTEiM2hE/s72-c/SANY1754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-3222679347085617555</id><published>2009-06-30T11:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:32:21.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Value of Housewife #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/lTLK9Q4sWT0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/lTLK9Q4sWT0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I am a day late.......but here is another one..... I could seriously watch these all day long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those meals look mighty tasty dont they?&lt;br /&gt;I love the way that I was raised my family everynight gets a full dinner, hardly ever do we do out for dinner...I personally think it is more of a family gathering at our own dinner table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-3222679347085617555?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/3222679347085617555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/value-of-housewife-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/3222679347085617555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/3222679347085617555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/value-of-housewife-1.html' title='Value of Housewife #1'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-6289496212527805614</id><published>2009-06-27T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:40:52.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is beginning..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SkaemAtKxgI/AAAAAAAABqE/ccXCExYqR8g/s1600-h/long-natural-curly-hairstyles-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352139583038080514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SkaemAtKxgI/AAAAAAAABqE/ccXCExYqR8g/s400/long-natural-curly-hairstyles-26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over here in Arizona we have a wonerful time during the Summer year that we call monsoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it........... why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I have curly hair......naturaly curly hair,the kind that gets super curly with  moisture. like........it's bad!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today the humidity is like 40%...................here we go!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-6289496212527805614?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/6289496212527805614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-beginning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6289496212527805614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6289496212527805614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-beginning.html' title='It is beginning..........'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SkaemAtKxgI/AAAAAAAABqE/ccXCExYqR8g/s72-c/long-natural-curly-hairstyles-26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-6372553665082679775</id><published>2009-06-25T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:14:40.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Housewife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SkPIQdTFFkI/AAAAAAAABp8/cQOWfZSA39w/s1600-h/house+wife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351340967314396738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SkPIQdTFFkI/AAAAAAAABp8/cQOWfZSA39w/s400/house+wife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; When&lt;/span&gt; there are times like recently when I run into people I have either int he past worked with or I went to school with, I often get asked..."So what do you do now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response....with a grin because I love what I do..."I stay Home with the kid's and take care of my family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the raised eyebrows and an"OH" which can either mean two things, they are thinking "It must be nice not to have to work." OR "Glad I don't' do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SkPIQZtBDdI/AAAAAAAABp0/rWg2HRaU0x4/s1600-h/day+in+the+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351340966349442514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SkPIQZtBDdI/AAAAAAAABp0/rWg2HRaU0x4/s400/day+in+the+life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; People think it's easy to be a STAY AT HOME MOM and at times it does have it's perks, but people really don't understand what I myself have given up in order to do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had (have) goals to some day want to finish.&lt;br /&gt;I hardly ever get alone time....I hear some woman in line at the market bragging about being able to go to the bar while the kids are at grandmas house.....I would never dream of doing that by big thrill would taking a 20 min. shower.&lt;br /&gt;I never get call in day's when I get sick....&lt;br /&gt;I have needs and item I would love to buy, but my Hubby and kids come before myself.....that's just the way it is no questions asked, even when the Hubby pleads with me to go get something for myself......I usually end up with a basket full of boy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have ever had a meal to myself, even if we all have the same thing I guess mine just looks better.&lt;br /&gt;My day starts at 5:50 and ends at about 11, with a small break if I am lucky and the kids actually do nap.....not often but I am hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work Holiday's and weekend's even on vacations laundry has to be done and ironing.I am on call 24-7-365.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SkPIQDTg7SI/AAAAAAAABps/Cr9LD3F8JoE/s1600-h/iron+wify.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351340960336899362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SkPIQDTg7SI/AAAAAAAABps/Cr9LD3F8JoE/s400/iron+wify.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can accomplish about 5 different task's in a day , have a brother fight around the clock get breakfast, lunch, snacks and dinner made along with a nice little treat called dessert. I can iron with the best of them, while I boil something and still be able to answer all call's.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think multi talented??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SkPIP4DkrKI/AAAAAAAABpk/ymeHLLo5PGM/s1600-h/thinking+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351340957317246114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SkPIP4DkrKI/AAAAAAAABpk/ymeHLLo5PGM/s400/thinking+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The label that I gladly carry is........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*wife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*mama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*cook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*nurse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*housekeeper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*personal driver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*plumber and electrician(don't ask)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*inventor(for those last minute science projects)thanks sister&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*teacher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and lastly motivator.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wear my apron proudly as a House wife and I wouldn't change it for the world, because my goals will always be there waiting for me to finish, but every moment I miss I can't rewind, once they are gone they are gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I may not have some fancy smanchy job like other's but the benefits are remarkable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-6372553665082679775?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/6372553665082679775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/being-housewife.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6372553665082679775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6372553665082679775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/being-housewife.html' title='Being a Housewife'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SkPIQdTFFkI/AAAAAAAABp8/cQOWfZSA39w/s72-c/house+wife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-3921502252069010876</id><published>2009-06-24T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:29:16.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "D" word that doesnt spell out Danger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SkJgy8IUMYI/AAAAAAAABpc/MqfNFCpYjs4/s1600-h/gosselin-b_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350945735520301442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SkJgy8IUMYI/AAAAAAAABpc/MqfNFCpYjs4/s320/gosselin-b_21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been an avid watcher of Jon and Kate since day one, and I have to admit that I am terribly sad that they are divorcing. I come from my parents being divorced, and I don't believe in it. I believe that a marriage can be healed, but only if God is the center of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my fair share of a unhealthy marriage myself in the past, and everything didnt come together on our own it came together with God being the glue. William and I have been together nearly 9 years and I know that I am deeply inlove with the hubby,because God renewed our love for eachother. I am seriously and happily in love with not only my God but also my Husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really does break my heart to know that this marriage is over, I see reruns and it makes my heart sink to see then "back in the day". It is aweful to read, see and hear about how it all came out.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-3921502252069010876?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/3921502252069010876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/d-word-that-doesnt-spell-out-danger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/3921502252069010876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/3921502252069010876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/d-word-that-doesnt-spell-out-danger.html' title='The &quot;D&quot; word that doesnt spell out Danger'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SkJgy8IUMYI/AAAAAAAABpc/MqfNFCpYjs4/s72-c/gosselin-b_21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-326149586554027029</id><published>2009-06-22T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:11:06.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suburban 50's housewife.....Going down 1950 dream lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/j5ixcPnbjac' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/j5ixcPnbjac'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I have a fad for the 1950's housewife syndrome...Each Monday a different showing I will post, to salute the "Real housewives" of the 1950 era. Some my by short like this on and others who knows...but I want to see how long I can make this go on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-326149586554027029?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/326149586554027029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/suburban-50-housewifegoing-down-1950.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/326149586554027029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/326149586554027029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/suburban-50-housewifegoing-down-1950.html' title='Suburban 50&amp;#39;s housewife.....Going down 1950 dream lane'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-6437224533279146039</id><published>2009-06-21T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:36:32.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Daddy Day Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sj6LNmhDCZI/AAAAAAAABpU/FS3uK__c5lY/s1600-h/wil+and+risa+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349866473156446610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sj6LNmhDCZI/AAAAAAAABpU/FS3uK__c5lY/s320/wil+and+risa+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and the Hubby doing what we do best............being Goofy together......he is too cute too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sj6LNWYbuFI/AAAAAAAABpM/0HON7ftaxwI/s1600-h/wil+and+risa+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349866468825348178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sj6LNWYbuFI/AAAAAAAABpM/0HON7ftaxwI/s320/wil+and+risa+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you Hubby, Thank you for serving not only God the father but us the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Love you and am so proud to call you my Husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Love your smile, heart and strength and devotion and dedication to God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Father's Day!&lt;/em&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/7579933682705307641-6437224533279146039?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/6437224533279146039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-daddy-day-hubby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6437224533279146039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6437224533279146039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-daddy-day-hubby.html' title='Happy Daddy Day Hubby'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sj6LNmhDCZI/AAAAAAAABpU/FS3uK__c5lY/s72-c/wil+and+risa+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-6346050367457217545</id><published>2009-06-20T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T08:13:17.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Thinker....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sjz5-b-4UEI/AAAAAAAABpE/WQbBQJXhc0U/s1600-h/the+thinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349425308468006978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sjz5-b-4UEI/AAAAAAAABpE/WQbBQJXhc0U/s320/the+thinker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think alot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is probably a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; thing, but when my Hubby hears about the things that I am thinking, I know for a fact he is thinking "&lt;em&gt;How much is going to cost&lt;/em&gt;" or "&lt;em&gt;Is it something I am going to&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;have to do alone&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night before I go to bed laying there, my mind starts to drift...at the present time it thinks about our trip in December...blah, blah blah, or what on earth am I making for dinner tomarrow night or are &lt;em&gt;Jon and Kate really going to get a divorce&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I also think ahead........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like by this time next year will we be making constructional additions to our home along with baby additions also. I am having an itch for another baby...but a girl! Usually I can get rid of the itch just as fast as I got it....but not this time.......it's been up for discussion lately.......alot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think about......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabriel going into school next year, will we even be here next year with the way the world is going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does God have a man made in his image waiting just to marry my beautiful sister?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes they are harmless, harmless meaningless things like are we ever going to be able to grow grass in the front yard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will I ever get my garden ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's no wonder I dont get a full 8 hours of sleep because my mind is literelly on the go all the time even when I sleep! Now I know why by 2 in the afternoon I am&lt;em&gt; soo&lt;/em&gt; tired!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*yawn*   *yawn&lt;/em&gt;*   and its only 8:10 in the morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-6346050367457217545?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/6346050367457217545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-thinker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6346050367457217545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6346050367457217545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-thinker.html' title='I am a Thinker....'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sjz5-b-4UEI/AAAAAAAABpE/WQbBQJXhc0U/s72-c/the+thinker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-5144551772013843859</id><published>2009-06-19T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:44:49.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could of, Should of, Would of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349110109955785986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SjvbTeBdhQI/AAAAAAAABo8/amhEO6vyhD8/s320/over+the+hedge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I Could have stayed home today and watch my T.V. shows. I should have styed home and did more laundry and vaccuming and dusting and cleaning the bathroom, and I would have too but at the same time I didnt want to, instead I put the day on pause for tomarrow, (because honestly that's what Saurdays are for) and took the boys for a free viewing of Over the Hedge, though I have seen is a gazillion times the boys love it. So there we sat with our popcorn, sodas (oh yeah  I went all out and let them have a soda at 10 in the morning), and eyes glued to the screen about 30 minutes into the movie all I could think about is ..."When I get home where am i going to start".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SjvbTEjogPI/AAAAAAAABo0/-eIvxGinpnY/s1600-h/busy+busy+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349110103119790322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SjvbTEjogPI/AAAAAAAABo0/-eIvxGinpnY/s320/busy+busy+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The outcome............Nowwhere............I have the Hubby off then, a whole day to clean everything and everywhere...........but today its about the kids!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But lo and behold the image above will be me tomarrow.......but it was well worth it.&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/7579933682705307641-5144551772013843859?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/5144551772013843859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/could-of-should-of-would-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5144551772013843859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5144551772013843859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/could-of-should-of-would-of.html' title='Could of, Should of, Would of.'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SjvbTeBdhQI/AAAAAAAABo8/amhEO6vyhD8/s72-c/over+the+hedge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-5255452301890786633</id><published>2009-06-17T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:49:16.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We call it monkey bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sjjy8ERVjbI/AAAAAAAABos/h888QJWwzSI/s1600-h/monkey+bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348291671254994354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sjjy8ERVjbI/AAAAAAAABos/h888QJWwzSI/s320/monkey+bread.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been wanting the recipe for ages now. I finally got it. The recipe/intructions on how to make money bread...pull apart bread.....what ever it is called i got it and made it.  It didnt' last more then an hour in my house I made it at lunch time for the boys trying to save some for Hubby when he came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No such luck the kiddos gobbled it right up. The second batch was made for after dinner time, it hit everyones lips at about the time I hade the dinner cooking in the oven, it didnt last then either, so I know it was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It however will now become a traditional eatery for Holidays or requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am backed up until Christmas time......I am glad it is easy and way way cheap to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;UPDATE: The Hubby came back from the doctor with no problems, God has healed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-5255452301890786633?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/5255452301890786633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-call-it-monkey-bread.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5255452301890786633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5255452301890786633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-call-it-monkey-bread.html' title='We call it monkey bread'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sjjy8ERVjbI/AAAAAAAABos/h888QJWwzSI/s72-c/monkey+bread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-6838913404783454007</id><published>2009-06-16T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:47:37.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats your character?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SjfZ4eh5CcI/AAAAAAAABok/22QJh8qOShw/s1600-h/characterqualities.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347982646816868802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SjfZ4eh5CcI/AAAAAAAABok/22QJh8qOShw/s320/characterqualities.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the definition of our Character's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do have this in our house, was on the fridge but once removed to avoid finger prints and the riped. It is very important in our home to have a character that is pleasing to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though we are all NOT perfect, and we have our moments we are sure to ask for forgivness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know today is a short post but I have some praying to do the Hubby has a doc. appointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be back with a full report tomarrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-6838913404783454007?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/6838913404783454007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-your-character.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6838913404783454007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6838913404783454007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-your-character.html' title='Whats your character?'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SjfZ4eh5CcI/AAAAAAAABok/22QJh8qOShw/s72-c/characterqualities.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-236107014797859633</id><published>2009-06-15T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:58:01.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know its Monday when............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SjZfc0CraeI/AAAAAAAABoc/8YBUi1h_BwI/s1600-h/wife%2Bcleaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347566556159896034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SjZfc0CraeI/AAAAAAAABoc/8YBUi1h_BwI/s320/wife%2Bcleaning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ring, Ring"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at a bright and early time this morning (6:13)the phone rang, I was in la la land but once I heard the phone ring I jumped about 12 inches and it was my sister. I received a wonderful "Good Morning Sister", then before a word hit my lips to reply back I felt it......the pounding of a morning headache. The first thing I said was "Please Lord take it away".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our conversation in heave, we talked until my poor old phone started to die. Charged that baby up read my bible and devotionals and prayed sat here at the computer thinking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;"It's Monday.........laundry, room cleaning, chores, chores, chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is my first day of every week I have a hard kick start in the morning, but once I am out of that mode there is no stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it wonderful to know that when you call out the name of God he is there? I will admit that there are time's I talk to the Father as if he is sitting on my kitchen stool with me enjoying the day. i do however get the "Mom who are you talking too" question, but I earnestly reply..."Jesus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one else better to talk to  the Father. For some reason my day goes by smoother, and more pleasant, so in ending this post for today, I have some chores and tea time with the Father sometime today...would you care to join?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-236107014797859633?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/236107014797859633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-its-monday-when.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/236107014797859633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/236107014797859633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-its-monday-when.html' title='You know its Monday when............'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SjZfc0CraeI/AAAAAAAABoc/8YBUi1h_BwI/s72-c/wife%2Bcleaning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-519301765206057410</id><published>2009-06-08T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:33:59.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I mention I am a teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Si1LSLdrsII/AAAAAAAABoQ/_2n1FU7t3SA/s1600-h/SANY1732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345011108445663362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Si1LSLdrsII/AAAAAAAABoQ/_2n1FU7t3SA/s320/SANY1732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats right, I am a Sunday school teacher...a fun one I might add!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I wish you all a wonderful Monday!&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/7579933682705307641-519301765206057410?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/519301765206057410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/519301765206057410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/did-i-mention-i-am-teacher.html' title='Did I mention I am a teacher'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Si1LSLdrsII/AAAAAAAABoQ/_2n1FU7t3SA/s72-c/SANY1732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-2391341471127414744</id><published>2009-06-08T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:29:19.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures....and I mean Simple</title><content type='html'>I have said this many times before that I lead a simple and satisfying life. I am a woman of simple pleasures, if asked to choose between  a diamond something or a household item......... all I have to say is make it a Kenmore.... a Bissel.....or anything red..so basically the household item. I get my thrill to go to Wal-mart and look at the new dishes and bowls and thing for the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night when my Aidan was at church sitting next to me, his simple little prayer was nothing at all for a selfish gain...he didn't pray for money, or a toy and anything.&lt;br /&gt;His prayer was simple and from the heart......all he asked was for God to help him to be a good boy and to help him not to disobey his parents.....along with he asked God to protect his people, and he told God he loved him with all his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Simple.....Loving....for for me satisfying, because when you hear that, you know as parents we are doing something right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Si1Ivm5cSTI/AAAAAAAABoI/KnQFLqto4H4/s1600-h/SANY1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345008315491174706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Si1Ivm5cSTI/AAAAAAAABoI/KnQFLqto4H4/s320/SANY1495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With requests like that it also shows that he is listening to the sermon and in Sunday school.&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/7579933682705307641-2391341471127414744?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2391341471127414744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2391341471127414744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/simple-pleasuresand-i-mean-simple.html' title='Simple Pleasures....and I mean Simple'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Si1Ivm5cSTI/AAAAAAAABoI/KnQFLqto4H4/s72-c/SANY1495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-1515366476039690022</id><published>2009-06-02T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:05:24.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My boy was caught.......Barbie and all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SiU-Isy1GjI/AAAAAAAABoA/UiSHqKNRfBI/s1600-h/SANY1730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342744852129192498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SiU-Isy1GjI/AAAAAAAABoA/UiSHqKNRfBI/s320/SANY1730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lately we have been having my niece Christina come over and she loves to play and the boys love to play along with her, I am not to sure how this came about, maybe she just got tired of playing with the boys toys and wanted them to do things her way......that's my girl.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SiU-IdFH2yI/AAAAAAAABn4/CXx9EAMWOdY/s1600-h/SANY1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342744847910951714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SiU-IdFH2yI/AAAAAAAABn4/CXx9EAMWOdY/s320/SANY1731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So after realizing it is pretty quite no yelling or some one running in to tell on the other and I have my camera close by..just in case and I happen to fall upon this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SiU-IKrN2rI/AAAAAAAABnw/2oq_YUWtZl0/s1600-h/SANY1729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342744842970454706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SiU-IKrN2rI/AAAAAAAABnw/2oq_YUWtZl0/s320/SANY1729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both of my boys sitting nicely in the living room playing what else Barbies! Now for a nano second I was concerned, then I thought why...I am not going to be one of those mothers who doesn't let them play with dolls and such.....So there you have it both of my boys sitting there with their cousin enjoy a nice beauty shop hour with Barbie.....let me just add that at this point I have never seen them play so nicely with each other. If this is what it takes to have play together and get along I will be happy to buy each of them their own Barbies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7579933682705307641-1515366476039690022?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1515366476039690022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1515366476039690022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-boy-was-caughtbarbie-and-all.html' title='My boy was caught.......Barbie and all.'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SiU-Isy1GjI/AAAAAAAABoA/UiSHqKNRfBI/s72-c/SANY1730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-4347350889991383567</id><published>2009-06-01T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:24:42.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first of Many</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SiQ4d-SumMI/AAAAAAAABno/acRKzXq1B_c/s1600-h/SANY1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342457145557162178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SiQ4d-SumMI/AAAAAAAABno/acRKzXq1B_c/s400/SANY1728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a visitor last week............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Tooth Fairy" made her appearance...saw one look at Aidans tooth , loved it , took it and let him a couple bucks and a toy in place of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He handled it like a true champ............after it was out and he was crying/screaming/laughing, he was just as much a ball of emotionals as his mother was that day......because it now makes it official...........he's really growing up!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-4347350889991383567?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/4347350889991383567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/4347350889991383567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-of-many.html' title='The first of Many'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SiQ4d-SumMI/AAAAAAAABno/acRKzXq1B_c/s72-c/SANY1728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-7994727306829589751</id><published>2009-05-31T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:49:20.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I stay or should I go???</title><content type='html'>I have been for a while now thinking of stopping my blog Ihave been doing it for about 2 to3  years now and I feel like I have to post here all the time to get some kind of feedback.&lt;br /&gt;I hardly get any comments which go to show that not very many people read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I came to the conclusion this is like my online journal moments and things that I have tucked away about my family.....how can I just throw that all away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will continue not for the benefit of comments(thats coming off) but me myself and for my family.........things that the Hubby can see when he is at work...or other family and friends that want a daily, monthly, yearly dose of the Salas family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might not be the best of post or the most active week, but hey it's our life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-7994727306829589751?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7994727306829589751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7994727306829589751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go.html' title='Should I stay or should I go???'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-356185933669741276</id><published>2009-05-27T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:54:46.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon and Kate + Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sh1us1q1zHI/AAAAAAAABng/8G_7TjlkreA/s1600-h/jon_kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340546449731341426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sh1us1q1zHI/AAAAAAAABng/8G_7TjlkreA/s400/jon_kate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so sad about this family...I tried giving Jon the benefit of the doubt, but after watching the show Monday he maked me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are everywhere, every magazine you can think of, it makes me sad that the fame of the world got to the both of them and then this happened. Those poor baby's.....do you think they know what there parents are going through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really one not to (try) not to take side, I know that a lot of people down talk Kate for the way she is(even at times I get told I am like her..............I have a control issue)but there is no need for a husband to do to his wife what Jon did to her. Whether he cheated or not......he had no business being out at anytime.....I better change the subject ....it just hits me to hard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope and pray for them that they can move pass this huge mountain and fall in love again and renew their marriage through God....because let's all face it no marriage has a firm foundation unless God is the head of the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-356185933669741276?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/356185933669741276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/jon-and-kate-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/356185933669741276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/356185933669741276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/jon-and-kate-hate.html' title='Jon and Kate + Hate'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sh1us1q1zHI/AAAAAAAABng/8G_7TjlkreA/s72-c/jon_kate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-5043418099880245203</id><published>2009-05-21T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:26:03.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He survived Kindergarden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ShXGhCNkQ6I/AAAAAAAABnY/HXSFqHXfzC0/s1600-h/SANY1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338391204149347234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ShXGhCNkQ6I/AAAAAAAABnY/HXSFqHXfzC0/s400/SANY1671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now he's ready for bigger and better things...........like the 1st grade and staying at school until 3:45.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year was a peice of cake he had it made easy getting out at 12......but thats for kids.........he's a first grader now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-5043418099880245203?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/5043418099880245203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-survived-kindergarden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5043418099880245203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5043418099880245203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-survived-kindergarden.html' title='He survived Kindergarden'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ShXGhCNkQ6I/AAAAAAAABnY/HXSFqHXfzC0/s72-c/SANY1671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-8419030822366433163</id><published>2009-05-20T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:39:54.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation......he's going to be in 1 st Grade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ShQUhRtqTfI/AAAAAAAABnQ/qMjmE6gqAww/s1600-h/Graduation_Cap_and_Diploma.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337914020264037874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ShQUhRtqTfI/AAAAAAAABnQ/qMjmE6gqAww/s400/Graduation_Cap_and_Diploma.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I am here right now...know that tonight I am attending my son's kindergarden graduation. Seriously where does the time go? SO many things he learned this year.....writing in cursive,addition and subtraction.....the pledge of alligence,reading.....the life long frriends he now has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan is my cuddle bug and he refuses to pass that down to his brother, I am amazed at how smart and fast he is...at everything, tell him once he catches on to it with no mistakes, it happened with swimming...no one taught him but himself he saw his cousin doing it and you could see the determination in his face to do it and he did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally plan on home schooling him when he graduates the 8th grade, I refuse to let the world and highschoolers to corupt his soul. The peer pressure the drugs and such..my how things change from when I was in high school. I have family who roles their eyes and have their opinions......but as usual I don't care he is my child and I will do what I see fit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's you to my little Aidy pop for being who are you are for following in the steps that God has prepared for you. Mama and Daddy love you and we are SO proud of that man you will become.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-8419030822366433163?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/8419030822366433163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduationhes-going-to-be-in-1-st-grade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/8419030822366433163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/8419030822366433163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduationhes-going-to-be-in-1-st-grade.html' title='Graduation......he&apos;s going to be in 1 st Grade.'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ShQUhRtqTfI/AAAAAAAABnQ/qMjmE6gqAww/s72-c/Graduation_Cap_and_Diploma.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-8798882367392675727</id><published>2009-05-18T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:29:15.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the kids it's like the electric chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ShF9dlSiZSI/AAAAAAAABnI/LKRZq8Vwz-w/s1600-h/SANY1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337184980590290210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ShF9dlSiZSI/AAAAAAAABnI/LKRZq8Vwz-w/s320/SANY1649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I Love this chair...my sister purchased it for me and befoe tht I was in love with it. But on the other my boys hate it. Why you ask? because its the time out chair! They hate the words "You know where to go". Aidan stomps his feet until they nearly fall off and Gabriel just nearly has a stroke.........he will crawl to the chair if it takes time away from him sitting in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little do they kow that the older they get the longer the time is going to be,,,,but I am not going to be the one to tell them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am leaving that up to them to figure it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-8798882367392675727?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/8798882367392675727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-kids-its-like-electric-chair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-3289573412809446381</id><published>2009-05-16T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:37:56.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My tailfin......my kid is a fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ab4d8bbce4639602" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab4d8bbce4639602%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331396158%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19402706C276A95C222791CFA899025EA43DA8FD.3B55B6388C3E01839A6A0ABCEEB4720D15625AD7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab4d8bbce4639602%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8qhVIYCtROf4fcVPlCuzLOfA2Zg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a small clip of Gabriel my fish doing what he does best on a hot Arizona day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He swims until he has ran out of new tricks to show us......So here is Gabriel as his finest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-3289573412809446381?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ab4d8bbce4639602&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/3289573412809446381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-my-tailfinmy-kid-is-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/3289573412809446381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/3289573412809446381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-my-tailfinmy-kid-is-fish.html' title='To My tailfin......my kid is a fish'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-3089111870281575104</id><published>2009-05-12T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:45:36.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The field trip that I nearly melted at.</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday, Aidans kindergarden class had a field trip to the fair grounds........&lt;br /&gt;I was there for about 30 min and I nearly fainted it was too hot I think at some point I started to melt. I tried every which way to make Aidan turn around for a picture but him and his buddy had some serious talking time and sharing with the water gun that I purchased for him.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sgmlv6J4mzI/AAAAAAAABnA/OnEjDM7lfS8/s1600-h/SANY1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334977476080212786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sgmlv6J4mzI/AAAAAAAABnA/OnEjDM7lfS8/s320/SANY1636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sgmlvl9HEKI/AAAAAAAABm4/DNco0r0SoqU/s1600-h/SANY1634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334977470657925282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sgmlvl9HEKI/AAAAAAAABm4/DNco0r0SoqU/s320/SANY1634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To busy here to take a picture for mom because he was feeding the ducks....mind you about this time I am about to jump in the nasty water with the ducks....because I am starting to sweat like every where not my favorite thing to do. At the same time about to jump the wall because Aidan is getting way to close to the water and ducks...those things are vicious...they dont hestitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SgmlvW-DzII/AAAAAAAABmw/jIaO_nZGRtE/s1600-h/SANY1632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334977466635373698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SgmlvW-DzII/AAAAAAAABmw/jIaO_nZGRtE/s320/SANY1632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The family was able to  get invovled so the daddy and the brother were able to go along, Gabriel was testingout every toy, gadget, angle and kids. But I have to give him credit he did stop for me for a quick smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SgmlvCUIUUI/AAAAAAAABmo/fV95627IlDc/s1600-h/SANY1626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334977461090799938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SgmlvCUIUUI/AAAAAAAABmo/fV95627IlDc/s320/SANY1626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So now the day if nearing to an end we were all tired a little darker then we were before we left home and then here comes my cutie little Aidan with stickers all over the place and a movie quote...his favorite I might add.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Boom , Boom, Fire power". It's from Night at the Museum 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7579933682705307641-3089111870281575104?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/3089111870281575104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/field-trip-that-i-nearly-melted-at.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/3089111870281575104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/3089111870281575104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/field-trip-that-i-nearly-melted-at.html' title='The field trip that I nearly melted at.'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sgmlv6J4mzI/AAAAAAAABnA/OnEjDM7lfS8/s72-c/SANY1636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-4990361629768329069</id><published>2009-05-08T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:30:14.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aunt did it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SgROFZhZadI/AAAAAAAABmg/sMAjpJdbyC8/s1600-h/SANY1617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333473713370786258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SgROFZhZadI/AAAAAAAABmg/sMAjpJdbyC8/s320/SANY1617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It started out last Friday, we were putting our pool together and didnt wantthe kids to be inthe way of the process, so to keep their attention else where we put on the water hose.....this was the out come, Gabriel,who never listen to me, decied to only listen to his Aunt B and did exactly what she said. "Gabriel put mud all over your face" with me in the background screaming not to do it......I get the sneaky little look and he goes for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SgROE7d96iI/AAAAAAAABmY/vDeRRtymF4Q/s1600-h/SANY1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333473705303337506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SgROE7d96iI/AAAAAAAABmY/vDeRRtymF4Q/s320/SANY1615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is his cheering section...both screaming"Yeah Gabriel do it put it everywhere" I am still in the back ground screaming "Gabriel William.....don't you dare do don't even think about it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SgROElm528I/AAAAAAAABmQ/3lc_yFWQg6U/s1600-h/SANY1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333473699435240386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SgROElm528I/AAAAAAAABmQ/3lc_yFWQg6U/s320/SANY1614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See little did he listen to me, right when I said don't do it.....................Yeah he went there and did it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end..........it's the Aunts fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7579933682705307641-4990361629768329069?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/4990361629768329069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/aunt-did-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/4990361629768329069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/4990361629768329069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/aunt-did-it.html' title='The Aunt did it'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SgROFZhZadI/AAAAAAAABmg/sMAjpJdbyC8/s72-c/SANY1617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-8214961858596894349</id><published>2009-05-05T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:08:14.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the mud conmence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SgCM-U5zZUI/AAAAAAAABmI/byymFbzQ9uc/s1600-h/annoyed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332416961197598018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SgCM-U5zZUI/AAAAAAAABmI/byymFbzQ9uc/s320/annoyed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It started last night.....we have set up our pool. When the pool is set up the is bound to be  dirt galour......it starts from the back door into the kitchen, down the hall and into the bathroom......at least 4 times a day every day until Summer ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that time I am washing an rewashing towels and undies.......We have to wait for the bathroom to get cleared out. As much as a disaster that it is going to be, the boys(including the hubby) can't wait to get in and soak up the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime until the pool is here I am annoyed..........to much dirt for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomarrow....I have to comment on the Jon &amp;amp; Kate plus 8 situation, I have hed back for to long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-8214961858596894349?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/8214961858596894349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-mud-conmence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/8214961858596894349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/8214961858596894349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-mud-conmence.html' title='Let the mud conmence'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SgCM-U5zZUI/AAAAAAAABmI/byymFbzQ9uc/s72-c/annoyed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-5115547599463003288</id><published>2009-05-03T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:52:35.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Night but Mondays post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sf5y8rlph3I/AAAAAAAABmA/p_riacfvNjU/s1600-h/SUNDAYS+EVENINGS+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331825395671598962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sf5y8rlph3I/AAAAAAAABmA/p_riacfvNjU/s320/SUNDAYS+EVENINGS+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's not official, but it has begun......our pecan tree's are in bloom causing a huge amount of shade and the sun is starting to go down later and rising earlier. Our pool is in the final stages of being put together for it's enjoyment. The kids have asked about a gazillion times if or when can they swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soon very soon" is all we come up with. Hmmmm May, I remember a saying on our class room bulletin board when I was in grade school. "April Showers bring May flowers"&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we blink our eyes the heat will be here and the monsoon's will follow how I love to stand on my front porch and enjoy all that God gives us.....except those nasty mosquito's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sf5y8g6F8WI/AAAAAAAABl4/TZswxML3dpE/s1600-h/SUNDAYS+EVENINGS+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331825392804557154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sf5y8g6F8WI/AAAAAAAABl4/TZswxML3dpE/s320/SUNDAYS+EVENINGS+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the spot that I will reside to when the shade is starting to drape the back yard when a nice glass of cold ice tea, I can't hardly wait for the season to begin only for it to hurry and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some come what May and bring what you bring....we are ready!&lt;br /&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/7579933682705307641-5115547599463003288?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/5115547599463003288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-night-but-mondays-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5115547599463003288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5115547599463003288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-night-but-mondays-post.html' title='Sunday Night but Mondays post!'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sf5y8rlph3I/AAAAAAAABmA/p_riacfvNjU/s72-c/SUNDAYS+EVENINGS+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-7017946038215772546</id><published>2009-05-02T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:39:43.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO fear I am here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sfzksq37OUI/AAAAAAAABlw/c371pSAvCdQ/s1600-h/clean5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331387514974058818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sfzksq37OUI/AAAAAAAABlw/c371pSAvCdQ/s320/clean5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been contemplating for a while if I should continue to do this blog or not for a while it had felt like a "need to" everyday.....But today came and I miss it.....whether I get comments or not I will continue to do it.&lt;br /&gt;But I have some cleaning to do also.......what are my posts going to be more insight on things or stricly family orient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I once in a while do a giveaway?&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I want different in my vocan, I never used to like change but ga don it I want it now.......School will soon be out and summer time will be here and I need family all 4-6 of us together and I really need to get ou tof my "No picture of me"place!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in do time, this is going to be back up and running folks......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you Monday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-7017946038215772546?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/7017946038215772546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-fear-i-am-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7017946038215772546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7017946038215772546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-fear-i-am-here.html' title='NO fear I am here'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sfzksq37OUI/AAAAAAAABlw/c371pSAvCdQ/s72-c/clean5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-4875776495382287087</id><published>2009-04-14T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:23:33.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter a few days later</title><content type='html'>This is where the egg meets the end, after all our hard work with dying the eggs, we do about 3 egg hunts and then move on down to playing baseball with them......it's tradition!!! Let me back up a bit.......&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SeVDYR63uCI/AAAAAAAABlQ/LMhfcHSlCUw/s1600-h/SANY1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324736218841724962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SeVDYR63uCI/AAAAAAAABlQ/LMhfcHSlCUw/s320/SANY1589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pre egg breaking......Here we have the kids outside on the beautiful Sunday afternoon coming home from church, eating a yummy lunch and dessert, the kids have seen and shared what they all received in their baskets and are ready for the mighty hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SeVDYCXP4mI/AAAAAAAABlI/8haJx9XUjTs/s1600-h/SANY1573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324736214665781858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SeVDYCXP4mI/AAAAAAAABlI/8haJx9XUjTs/s320/SANY1573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family picture of us doing the egg dying.....a bad one may I add, Hubby has his eyes closed, Gabriel has chocolate pie on his shirt, Aidan looks weird and I have been baking all day leading up to not wearing very much makeup.......like our family the picture isn't perfect but we are happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SeVDXunMXXI/AAAAAAAABlA/QE_DCkmiU04/s1600-h/SANY1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324736209363950962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SeVDXunMXXI/AAAAAAAABlA/QE_DCkmiU04/s320/SANY1553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we all are in with our game face on and determined to have a nice non fighting egg dyeing time......we only had 2 melt downs......Gabriel of course and Christina ended up with the most colorful fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SeVDXTPwa7I/AAAAAAAABk4/rOJXNOHuEms/s1600-h/SANY1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324736202017893298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SeVDXTPwa7I/AAAAAAAABk4/rOJXNOHuEms/s320/SANY1542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here you go folks a peek at the eggs at their best.....fast forward to the first picture.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SeVDXNP6WaI/AAAAAAAABkw/3dsY3X_ykwM/s1600-h/SANY1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324736200407931298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SeVDXNP6WaI/AAAAAAAABkw/3dsY3X_ykwM/s320/SANY1549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To where the egg meets the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7579933682705307641-4875776495382287087?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/4875776495382287087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-few-days-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/4875776495382287087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/4875776495382287087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-few-days-later.html' title='Easter a few days later'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SeVDYR63uCI/AAAAAAAABlQ/LMhfcHSlCUw/s72-c/SANY1589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-4844461638158664992</id><published>2009-04-07T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:06:54.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Simply Homemade.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SdtpgbrWevI/AAAAAAAABko/4gwPmPxcCbo/s1600-h/armedanddangerous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321963390574689010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SdtpgbrWevI/AAAAAAAABko/4gwPmPxcCbo/s320/armedanddangerous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I have a bug&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....no nothing like a sick bug or a tick or anything like that. The bug that I have is a homemade bug...yes and as odd as that sounds it's true. We are a small family of four and my Hubby is the provider......we are in no way poor but I am in control of all the money. Though I must admit there are times I go and blow money on something totally "chick needed" but I am a wife and it's in the "Stay at home Mother's Contact".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any whooser, back to what I was saying the homemade bug, about 50% of my house hold items are homemade. I make our own body soap.....(have you seen the prices for body wash at Walmart? I tell you every week when I go the prices get higher,).I have now just recently made my own laundry soap and fabric softer. I like to thing of myself as "FRUGAL".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prices for things are outrageous, it's crazy, with my own homemade things it saves us at least 50 dollars a month easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am telling you it is the best thing ever I make this huge 5 gallon of laundry soap. To where I can use it for 3 months unlike the one I would have to buy weekly at Walmart that wouldn't even last me 2 weeks.  To some I may sound cheap......that is not the case, some people can't believe that we have NO credit cards, we never buy anything unless with cash or or debit cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it is just smart thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-4844461638158664992?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/4844461638158664992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-simply-homemade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/4844461638158664992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/4844461638158664992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-simply-homemade.html' title='It&apos;s Simply Homemade.....'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SdtpgbrWevI/AAAAAAAABko/4gwPmPxcCbo/s72-c/armedanddangerous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-8819155936200856282</id><published>2009-04-04T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T07:10:28.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Busters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SddpH1ufowI/AAAAAAAABkg/EIAQwpZ_CRQ/s1600-h/phone+calls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320837068163621634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SddpH1ufowI/AAAAAAAABkg/EIAQwpZ_CRQ/s320/phone+calls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the 2 most active boys I know of......&lt;br /&gt;Half the time when they are together they don't even know me, they run throughout  house screaming/chasing each other or fighting which ever comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right when that phone rings, and I am on it they all of a sudden know me, or need me, or are calling for me, I usually (always) have to motion with my finger to my mouth for them to hush up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan leaves with a "How dare you tell me that"&lt;br /&gt;With Gabriel its more forward." Fine I'm outta here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Once I get off the phone and ask them what they need..........nothing once again they are with each other and it's like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom who again"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-8819155936200856282?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/8819155936200856282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/04/phone-busters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/8819155936200856282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/8819155936200856282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/04/phone-busters.html' title='Phone Busters'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SddpH1ufowI/AAAAAAAABkg/EIAQwpZ_CRQ/s72-c/phone+calls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-7107024097293156791</id><published>2009-04-03T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:34:22.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple days later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SdYchvnlwEI/AAAAAAAABkY/735yGmQpvcs/s1600-h/jesusanddoctor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320471375828598850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SdYchvnlwEI/AAAAAAAABkY/735yGmQpvcs/s320/jesusanddoctor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are a couple days after surgery with everyone finally recovered from tiredness or stress and all Thanks to God is well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning started out early with Gabriel and myself heading to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;I had to put the hospital gown on him and completely refused........literally with tears and all, the nurse gave him something to make him a little loopy/sluggish, but that only seem to make him act a little on the loopy/drunk side I hate to say it but it was kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once surgery time came I was more a mess then Gabriel he let the anesthesiologist take him back to the surgery room with no problems Gabriel must have trusted the guy, because he never goes to anyone. What a relief!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once surgery was over, there our little baby laid in recovery with his poor little body wrapped all in blankets completely zonked out........now i know everything that happened my God was right there, the devil tried all night long the night before to fill me with fear.........and filled I was getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once the surgery was over I just know God was there with Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day but for the past few Gabriel is doing great, same day he was up and about ready to take on anything, there is no swelling, no complaining of pain, but best of all my God was there 100% of the way, I love what the bible says "Never will I leave you ,Never will I forsake you".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-7107024097293156791?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/7107024097293156791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/04/couple-days-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7107024097293156791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7107024097293156791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/04/couple-days-later.html' title='A couple days later'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SdYchvnlwEI/AAAAAAAABkY/735yGmQpvcs/s72-c/jesusanddoctor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-3395374479321129594</id><published>2009-03-31T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:01:57.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is The Day VIDEO - Lincoln Brewster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/B300gQkgDS0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/B300gQkgDS0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning about 4 or so I woke up with this song in my head, sanga few verses in my head went back to bed. I woke up again to get Aidan ready and I couldn't remember the words, and little bummed I put my Christian music station on and while I was praying the Lord put this song on for me......Happily crying I started rejoicing......I need this song today because I am as scared as can be for Gabriel's surgery tomarrow, but I serve a BIG God, and I won't worry about tomarrow, I am trusting in what you say God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-3395374479321129594?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/3395374479321129594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-is-day-video-lincoln-brewster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/3395374479321129594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/3395374479321129594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-is-day-video-lincoln-brewster.html' title='Today Is The Day VIDEO - Lincoln Brewster'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-4202330610121527815</id><published>2009-03-27T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:54:18.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SczoGQghD_I/AAAAAAAABkM/mSl_-egR8NM/s1600-h/SANY1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317880454225924082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SczoGQghD_I/AAAAAAAABkM/mSl_-egR8NM/s320/SANY1530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The news came yesterday that my little Gabriel is going to need the durgery to repair his hernia.&lt;br /&gt;But Thanks to my God that it is going to be done here and it is outpatient. I am worried not so much in the docotr but how they are going to put an IV inhim and I have no conrol over anything, hence I am a total control freak and this time I can't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this cuty will soon be better and ready to go and do what he does best........Drive me crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-4202330610121527815?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/4202330610121527815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-official.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/4202330610121527815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/4202330610121527815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SczoGQghD_I/AAAAAAAABkM/mSl_-egR8NM/s72-c/SANY1530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-5586643501321140453</id><published>2009-03-25T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:25:10.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Scpn8CevaKI/AAAAAAAABkE/UA924JTwLNg/s1600-h/SANY1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317176591219910818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Scpn8CevaKI/AAAAAAAABkE/UA924JTwLNg/s320/SANY1334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past weekend I had me a little visitor.&lt;br /&gt;My neice came to have a sleep over which was so fun and it felt nice to have a little girl around. But be known I had to idea how to really do the hair thing, but I managed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I missed her terribly.....I think I may need her to come back next weekend, and the weekend after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sister when you read this, can I please have my ninypoo over again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-5586643501321140453?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/5586643501321140453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-visitor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5586643501321140453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/5586643501321140453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-visitor.html' title='My Visitor'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Scpn8CevaKI/AAAAAAAABkE/UA924JTwLNg/s72-c/SANY1334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-2942150354901909082</id><published>2009-03-24T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:51:57.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swinging into Spring Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SckAP2ah1KI/AAAAAAAABj8/H6IKJb-qMFE/s1600-h/swinging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316781107392402594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SckAP2ah1KI/AAAAAAAABj8/H6IKJb-qMFE/s320/swinging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can now tell that Spring is officially here. How? Because when I wake up at 6:30 in the morning and I panick because I think that it is really 7:30, because that is how bright it is outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my rose bush out front is starting to bud, and the sun last's a little bit longer for the kiddos to go play out side in. And the weather.........ewww that awful &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, no breeze the Sun burns you for being outside for like 5 minutes weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy the time right now, but come May I will be crying because the snow will probably be all gone on the mountain tops, and I will probably be going  to the Market with the early birds, because it is sooo hot to do anything by 10 in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as for now we have a beautiful day ahead of us, so I am going to swing into Spring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonderful Tuesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-2942150354901909082?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/2942150354901909082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/swinging-into-spring-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2942150354901909082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2942150354901909082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/swinging-into-spring-time.html' title='Swinging into Spring Time'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SckAP2ah1KI/AAAAAAAABj8/H6IKJb-qMFE/s72-c/swinging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-2762089151411805486</id><published>2009-03-21T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:19:55.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures &amp; Posts I should have done long ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ScUeDdnBUyI/AAAAAAAABj0/uFhr7pVGAJs/s1600-h/SANY1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315687980017472290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ScUeDdnBUyI/AAAAAAAABj0/uFhr7pVGAJs/s320/SANY1534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There have been pictures on my camera for some time now and I finally got around to getting them posted. The other day which I was Thursday, we had a nice little visit to the river what can I say I hate is because there is dirt, rocks and I am totally out of my comfort zone there but my Gabriel is a boy/ river rat and he loves it out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ScUeDBq0zcI/AAAAAAAABjs/CeWTvslPahw/s1600-h/SANY1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315687972517236162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ScUeDBq0zcI/AAAAAAAABjs/CeWTvslPahw/s320/SANY1490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well spring is finally here and we are starting to enjoy the cool air in the evenings with the sun staying out just a bit later for the kids to enjoy more time outside in the backyard and I myself love to be on my front porch in the rocker enjoying the budding over rose bushes and tree's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ScUeDGllZxI/AAAAAAAABjk/8LQXgJn6yE4/s1600-h/SANY1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315687973837432594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ScUeDGllZxI/AAAAAAAABjk/8LQXgJn6yE4/s320/SANY1522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the 2 newest member of the family, Leo and Lucy.  They are seriously down right cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ScUeC_WCNsI/AAAAAAAABjc/1qWhEOa22Jk/s1600-h/SANY1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315687971893163714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ScUeC_WCNsI/AAAAAAAABjc/1qWhEOa22Jk/s320/SANY1494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hope he doesn't think that he can start to drive now because of how looks here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But come on.............he looks soooo cute and then with sugar there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ScUeCgPOYiI/AAAAAAAABjU/ziUY_9LtBbo/s1600-h/SANY1485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315687963543101986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ScUeCgPOYiI/AAAAAAAABjU/ziUY_9LtBbo/s320/SANY1485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Aidan's science project from like Febuary......it was the Solor System made of candy..it was his Aunt's idea...............she ihas the more creative bug then anyone I know!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I think with these pictures of have you up to date on everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have wonderful Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7579933682705307641-2762089151411805486?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/2762089151411805486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-posts-i-should-have-done-long.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2762089151411805486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2762089151411805486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-posts-i-should-have-done-long.html' title='Pictures &amp; Posts I should have done long ago'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/ScUeDdnBUyI/AAAAAAAABj0/uFhr7pVGAJs/s72-c/SANY1534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-7989332380098966907</id><published>2009-03-17T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:13:03.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Count is on..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sb-89KqTVpI/AAAAAAAABjE/fgLa_KtocA8/s1600-h/disneyland+trip+sept.+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314173844340299410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sb-89KqTVpI/AAAAAAAABjE/fgLa_KtocA8/s320/disneyland+trip+sept.+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Hubby, Sister, kids and I literally count the months until we return.&lt;br /&gt;This year we have decided to take the kiddos back to Disneyland for Christmas...with that said the whole trip is our Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 9 more months to go....I have never wanted Summer to get here so quickly, because once that is over..... then fall and then around October/November we will probably start pack months within leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take now for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;instance&lt;/span&gt; my sister and I are looking for sales on winter clothes so when we go we have new clothes for the trip............See I told you we were excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the count is on.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-7989332380098966907?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/7989332380098966907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-count-is-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7989332380098966907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7989332380098966907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-count-is-on.html' title='And the Count is on..........'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sb-89KqTVpI/AAAAAAAABjE/fgLa_KtocA8/s72-c/disneyland+trip+sept.+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-1060976502029962495</id><published>2009-03-14T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:56:54.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salas Saturday's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbvEWIG94NI/AAAAAAAABi8/QKXQ_eUaidU/s1600-h/wifeDM1904_468x550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313056069826502866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbvEWIG94NI/AAAAAAAABi8/QKXQ_eUaidU/s320/wifeDM1904_468x550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the day that I "always" clean from top to bottem on everything. Usually I wake up in rather a good mood, but today is not the case, I had a horrible dream, once the Hubby left for work I had a full bed of kiddos which leads up to a stiff back, my bed is in every direction, the one day I would love to sleep in the little Gabster is wide awake ready to go outside and play at 7:30 am............Um I don't think so!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbvEWKcVHQI/AAAAAAAABi0/3932I-3Jw3o/s1600-h/wife%2Bcleaning.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313056070452976898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbvEWKcVHQI/AAAAAAAABi0/3932I-3Jw3o/s320/wife%2Bcleaning.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably going to be the outcome of how I look and feel today. Usually on Salas Saturdays I have some eventfull thing to post but not today the only eventfull thing that I am going to have is trying to fiure out what to make for lunch and dinner and trying to get through the heap of things that I need to do.........I bet 10 bucks I don't put a dent in anything today!!!!!!&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/7579933682705307641-1060976502029962495?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/1060976502029962495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/salas-saturdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1060976502029962495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1060976502029962495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/salas-saturdays.html' title='Salas Saturday&apos;s'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbvEWIG94NI/AAAAAAAABi8/QKXQ_eUaidU/s72-c/wifeDM1904_468x550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-1671928988552154669</id><published>2009-03-13T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:24:11.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sbpoljit87I/AAAAAAAABis/c55XxQgaUug/s1600-h/reign+down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312673704842228658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sbpoljit87I/AAAAAAAABis/c55XxQgaUug/s320/reign+down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many of us are like every human being, when something with our loved one's or even our own bodies and lives the first thing we do is ask God "Why"?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you allow this to happen God....&lt;br /&gt;                      or&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you do something God......&lt;br /&gt;                    or&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't you listen to my prayer's God......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself as a Christian am guilty of doing that. This morning as I heard my Hubby creep out the door for work  I looked at the clock and moaned it's only 5:30.... as I tried to fight myself to go back to sleep, something hit my heart "Right now would be a good time to pray".&lt;br /&gt;With out a fight I put my MP3 player on and started doing just that.&lt;br /&gt;With God stiring in my heart, I cried out for God to forgive me for doubting in his healing in Gabriel's and my own body, I have always told God no matter the outcome I will worship you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since the evidence and news about Gabriel's hernia, I haven't really done that, I look for daily proof of God doing something, basically I have been putting God on a stop watch. This is not the case with God, the bible say's in God's time not mine but God's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first song on my playlist hit's home for me today, just like the other 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of who read this  know now that I am a Christian, not the kind that say's I am and lead a totally different life outside of church or my home. I am not ashamed to tell you that I live for God and God only, I am not embarresed to tell you everyday before our son goes to school we pray over him or when anyone is sick we anoint them and lay hands on them. I am not ashamed to tell you that I was a sinner of the world made many mistakes but my God dusted my off picked me up and forgive's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Know that Jesus died on the cross for my sin's and three days later rose from the dead, it's evidence is proved in the bible, this is what I believe and I will alway's believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I am waiting Lord I will serve you!!!&lt;br /&gt;Faithfully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbpolGGwOVI/AAAAAAAABik/V6647eAQtH0/s1600-h/savior.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312673696940308818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbpolGGwOVI/AAAAAAAABik/V6647eAQtH0/s320/savior.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7579933682705307641-1671928988552154669?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/1671928988552154669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/waiting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1671928988552154669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/1671928988552154669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/waiting.html' title='Waiting.....'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sbpoljit87I/AAAAAAAABis/c55XxQgaUug/s72-c/reign+down.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-6178165568159313099</id><published>2009-03-11T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T07:58:43.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I met.....my Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbfOj_oU84I/AAAAAAAABic/bcIAhCVYYj0/s1600-h/mountain+day+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311941403278111618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbfOj_oU84I/AAAAAAAABic/bcIAhCVYYj0/s320/mountain+day+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "How did you meet daddy" this was asked to me by my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story begin's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago in October of 2000, I was working as a CNA, pretty content with my life, was about to get my own place, started coming out of the wood work's of having a quite/private life. I was beginning to live my &lt;strong&gt;own&lt;/strong&gt; life. I had a friend who worked with me and she would mention that she had a friend...at first I wasn't interested because I had "other" plans with "someone" else. She would tell me about her friend William, something she said (now I can't remember) sparked my interest, but the first thing I asked was.&lt;br /&gt;"How old is he"&lt;br /&gt;"He's 26 or something" was her reply....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me that was a big NO.&lt;br /&gt;I was 18 at the time, and he seemed much to old for me. But she went and found a time for us to meet.....the next day the birds were singing, the sun was shining, but I kept quite about it for a while, I wanted no one in my family to know, because to them I was "usually" the good girl and I didn't want them to know a thing so they could change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William and I started out as friends we would talk on the phone all the time, and "bump" into eachother at my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to get impatient because I was really liking him alot........so me with my new found boldness said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we are ever going to get this dating thing in go mode then I am asking you out on a date"&lt;br /&gt;Yes I really said that..what? I was getting impatient.&lt;br /&gt;So we hit it off started dating, he would come to my new place and we have been together ever since, after 3 months of being to gether I knew he was the one.......low and behold 8 years 2 kids a house, mini van and dog later here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Happily Ever After.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-6178165568159313099?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/6178165568159313099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-i-metmy-hubby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6178165568159313099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6178165568159313099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-i-metmy-hubby.html' title='How I met.....my Hubby'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbfOj_oU84I/AAAAAAAABic/bcIAhCVYYj0/s72-c/mountain+day+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-7760287851613335467</id><published>2009-03-09T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:57:49.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6:00 am</title><content type='html'>This morning when I awoke at 6...I had a mold head ache stuffy nose, and also had to option to go back to bed, but the Lord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stir ed&lt;/span&gt; inside of me and I was up ready to read my bible. I Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doing my&lt;/span&gt; devotionals, I get closer to God and get spiritually fed, once that was over I was able to listen to my Pastor's morning sermon via CD (I had nursery in the am) Once again I was fed. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbUsfnjiBkI/AAAAAAAABiM/HP2I2S20gl4/s1600-h/jesus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311200257258948162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbUsfnjiBkI/AAAAAAAABiM/HP2I2S20gl4/s320/jesus2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but before any of this happened I walked outside to see that it had rained all night.....I love the rain it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a Peaceful&lt;/span&gt; feeling to me when I smell or see the rain, i just feel like "I'm Home" I stepped out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; the front porch slippers night gown and all and just started Thanking my God for everything, once I got a little breeze up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nightie&lt;/span&gt; it was time to take it inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbUsfXt5GLI/AAAAAAAABiE/f-X6i0iGdhQ/s1600-h/SANY1405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311200253007435954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbUsfXt5GLI/AAAAAAAABiE/f-X6i0iGdhQ/s320/SANY1405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night I had a bed filled with these 2 cuties out Dog and I woke up feeling like this is my life....the life that I have always wanted, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;satisfying&lt;/span&gt;......To wake up everyday and know that I have the opportunity to wake up everyday and Thank God for what he has given us, whether I a, going through a trial or tribulation my God is always still there, he's never left..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have 2 new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;members&lt;/span&gt; of our family.....once I get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;get a&lt;/span&gt; shot of the both of them I will post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want all of you to have a wonderful day!! Don't forget to Thank God for it!&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/7579933682705307641-7760287851613335467?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/7760287851613335467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/600-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7760287851613335467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/7760287851613335467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/600-am.html' title='6:00 am'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbUsfnjiBkI/AAAAAAAABiM/HP2I2S20gl4/s72-c/jesus2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-2603643437108122743</id><published>2009-03-06T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T07:04:50.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He started out with No hair and now.....I miss the curl's</title><content type='html'>I was looking through some pictures on my folders today and I came across a bunch with Gabriel and his curly hair.................I miss it. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbE6sQrNlzI/AAAAAAAABh8/z0lTI-Pf2a4/s1600-h/snow+day+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310089967711393586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbE6sQrNlzI/AAAAAAAABh8/z0lTI-Pf2a4/s320/snow+day+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everywhere I go from church to Wal-mart, to any other store people come up to me asking why I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbE6rzfgDaI/AAAAAAAABh0/OBb_y1lsIkU/s1600-h/mountain+day+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310089959877643682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbE6rzfgDaI/AAAAAAAABh0/OBb_y1lsIkU/s320/mountain+day+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to the kid would wake up with a rat's nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbE6rurqq3I/AAAAAAAABhs/3J6PNs5Re-0/s1600-h/boys+baking+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310089958586493810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbE6rurqq3I/AAAAAAAABhs/3J6PNs5Re-0/s320/boys+baking+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would have to distract him after his shower just so he wouldn't pay attention to all the gunk I was putting in his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbE6q8sG-lI/AAAAAAAABhk/9dta_j2HASE/s1600-h/babysitr+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310089945166576210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbE6q8sG-lI/AAAAAAAABhk/9dta_j2HASE/s320/babysitr+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I at times it was just plain unmanagable, it was all over the place......but I miss so because it was a trade mark of Gabriel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7579933682705307641-2603643437108122743?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/2603643437108122743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-started-out-with-no-hair-and-nowi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2603643437108122743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2603643437108122743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-started-out-with-no-hair-and-nowi.html' title='He started out with No hair and now.....I miss the curl&apos;s'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SbE6sQrNlzI/AAAAAAAABh8/z0lTI-Pf2a4/s72-c/snow+day+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-2763285662427089593</id><published>2009-03-04T07:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:06:09.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sa6jN4QX5yI/AAAAAAAABhc/OfWt6PB1RiQ/s1600-h/housewife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309360469551081250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sa6jN4QX5yI/AAAAAAAABhc/OfWt6PB1RiQ/s320/housewife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;We&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; take out the trash. We wash the dishes and clear off the kitchen counters. We vacuum on occasion. we carefully attend to the condition of our homes in order to keep them off the "disaster area" list. But how much attention to we give our hearts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Bible says that the heart is to be guarded because it is the wellspring of life, it means that it is from our hearts that the rest of our attitudes get their cue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather the cleaning up the outer edges of our lives, we're wiser to pay attention to the deeper parts of ourselves. Running the vacuum cleaner through a few ventricles, we may discover a layer of dissatisfaction, of envy, or even anger that we've stuffed out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no use trying to paste on a happy face or a good attitude to show in public if our hearts are cluttered with hidden issues.  What's stuffed down in our hearts will sooner or later spill over into our day's with our children, our neighbors, our co-workers, and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey your house looks great. But how's your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has effected me a majority of my life since I have been married and had children.....the thing I thought I hid so well but eventually spilled over was a thing of control which leads to a bossy mama. To make a long story short, there is a season for everything, so my season has come to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-2763285662427089593?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/2763285662427089593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/hows-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2763285662427089593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/2763285662427089593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/hows-your-heart.html' title='How&apos;s your Heart'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/Sa6jN4QX5yI/AAAAAAAABhc/OfWt6PB1RiQ/s72-c/housewife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-8448832117022561948</id><published>2009-03-02T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:13:26.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How &lt;/span&gt;I miss those days,  when my hair was that long......my friends and I enjoyed life and we didn't have a worry in the world.......how I wish those day's would plague our lives now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember what year this picture was taken, but I do remember that is was at the fair, and life was great!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SawExkmdjgI/AAAAAAAABhU/qeLraeUUYhM/s1600-h/old+times.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308623310448070146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SawExkmdjgI/AAAAAAAABhU/qeLraeUUYhM/s320/old+times.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;em&gt;                      &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      (way , way, way back in the day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps Amber when you come across this I couldn't help but post this!&lt;/em&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/7579933682705307641-8448832117022561948?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/8448832117022561948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-in-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/8448832117022561948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/8448832117022561948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-in-day.html' title='Back in the day'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SawExkmdjgI/AAAAAAAABhU/qeLraeUUYhM/s72-c/old+times.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-6717297564064188920</id><published>2009-02-27T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:17:20.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A prayer is always needed</title><content type='html'>I am putting out a prayer request to whom ever reads the blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest baby Gabriel, went to the doctor to find out he has a hernia in his "area" down there. yes it seems it is possible for a 3 year old to get one how? No sure at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that we don't have to go to Tucson to get a consultation, a Dr. Carter(I think I went to school with his son) will be able to do a check up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe before Gabriel goes back to the doctor that he will be healed and he won't need any surgery, and the hernia will be gone leaving the doctors scratching their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my God is bigger then this situation..... that the devil is trying to fill our family with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 41:10- So do not fear for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my rightous right hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579933682705307641-6717297564064188920?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/6717297564064188920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayer-is-always-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6717297564064188920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/6717297564064188920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayer-is-always-needed.html' title='A prayer is always needed'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-3407109725854572934</id><published>2009-02-25T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T07:11:57.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I walked in the door this morning with a thick smell of breakfast still clinging to the air, and having to show Gabe the play button on the dvd player for about 100 times in 5 minutes.  I start to get this gloss look over my face, thinking about what am I going to make for dinner , what am I going to wear to church tonight...can't forget to pick up sister at 10....is there anything that I need to do around the house???&lt;br /&gt;"Should I iron now or do it later?".........So doing that later.&lt;br /&gt;"Should I get dark curtains because that darn sun likes to makes its way in here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SaVc_SVFV1I/AAAAAAAABg8/RE6ebImP3Kw/s1600-h/SANY1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306749978247780178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SaVc_SVFV1I/AAAAAAAABg8/RE6ebImP3Kw/s320/SANY1444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                           (photo courtesy of Aidan my oldest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;The this picture comes to mind, only what about 9 months away...until we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hubby ,sister and I have decided to take the kiddos to Disneyland for Christmas, I mean that is their present thats it......with the christmas that just pasted we now find their once wonderful gifts everywhere in the room and I hate to see that, so if we are going to spend money why not go to Disneyland and that be the outcome........EVERYONE can enjoy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went last March of 08 and it was beautiful there, we went again in September of 08, it was sooo hot I nearly fainted on occasion....just kidding!! A little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now we are going to give it a swing in December and hopefully by the Grace of God we can go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I can wipe that dumb look off my face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SaVc-5LtpRI/AAAAAAAABg0/R0UNfV3LQqE/s1600-h/disneyland+trip+sept.+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306749971497592082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SaVc-5LtpRI/AAAAAAAABg0/R0UNfV3LQqE/s320/disneyland+trip+sept.+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7579933682705307641-3407109725854572934?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/3407109725854572934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-i-walked-in-door-this-morning-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/3407109725854572934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/3407109725854572934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-i-walked-in-door-this-morning-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SaVc_SVFV1I/AAAAAAAABg8/RE6ebImP3Kw/s72-c/SANY1444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579933682705307641.post-977038904891873063</id><published>2009-02-21T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T07:54:28.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs pockets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SaAjiiuxOjI/AAAAAAAABgo/xvvZztSRfkc/s1600-h/SANY1465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305279437387938354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SaAjiiuxOjI/AAAAAAAABgo/xvvZztSRfkc/s320/SANY1465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When you can use your choniees as the same thing??&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/7579933682705307641-977038904891873063?l=risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/feeds/977038904891873063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-needs-pockets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/977038904891873063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579933682705307641/posts/default/977038904891873063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://risa-rin-rales.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-needs-pockets.html' title='Who needs pockets'/><author><name>Mrs Salas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037714216296024170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlmSqUNghY/TwYYizi4xII/AAAAAAAAB7Y/kv-57WSEpkE/s220/1950%2B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TENQzJi_nw/SaAjiiuxOjI/AAAAAAAABgo/xvvZztSRfkc/s72-c/SANY1465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
