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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8MQH46eip7ImA9WhRbFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914</id><updated>2012-02-06T20:54:41.012+08:00</updated><category term="Music Journal" /><category term="products" /><category term="personal journal" /><category term="personal" /><category term="singer" /><category term="movie journal" /><title>My Wife's Journal</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>262</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MyWifesJournal" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="mywifesjournal" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="license" type="text/html" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">MyWifesJournal</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8MQH49cSp7ImA9WhRbFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-6719433945670218598</id><published>2012-02-06T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T20:54:41.069+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-06T20:54:41.069+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal journal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="products" /><title>Headphones</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I w0nder what my husband would be telling me about &lt;a href="http://www.flymode.com/category/brands.skullcandy/"&gt;skullcandy&lt;/a&gt; that he wanted to have. I thought it’s a scary thing or just a candy. I know it is a brand of headphone he wanted to have as a gift. He knows how durable it is, though and that has earned great reviews. In addition, this brand also comes in great style with lots of athletes and celebrities using and endorsening this around the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-6719433945670218598?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6719433945670218598/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=6719433945670218598&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/6719433945670218598?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/6719433945670218598?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/headphones.html" title="Headphones" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8EQXs8fip7ImA9WhRbEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-7450933440852330875</id><published>2012-01-31T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T20:26:40.576+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T20:26:40.576+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal journal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music Journal" /><title>Music Lover</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My husband and I can be classified as music lovers. We are believers in the saying that “Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul.” It is no wonder to me why our son has been showing signs of appreciating music, too. How we wish to see him play a music instrument someday. Yes, even to play the guitar and to sing acoustics with his  &lt;a href="http://www.musiciansfriend.com/accessories/lace-alumitone-humbucker-electric-guitar-pickup"&gt;lace pickups&lt;/a&gt; around his neck in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-7450933440852330875?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7450933440852330875/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=7450933440852330875&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/7450933440852330875?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/7450933440852330875?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/music-lover.html" title="Music Lover" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YARn45fCp7ImA9WhRUE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-7017773943162101817</id><published>2012-01-23T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:19:07.024+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T20:19:07.024+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie journal" /><title>Love Actually</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night we were able to watch the movie “Love Actually,” an all-star cast movie in UK. The movie is about eight separate love stores of eight couples. Each couple has different story, experiences and also in different ages. Although most of them have a happy ending some do not have happy ending. We love the movie. To those couples who are celebrating their anniversary, aside from &lt;a href="http://www.berries.com/anniversary-gift-basket-SAA"&gt;anniversary gift basket at Shari's Berries&lt;/a&gt; you can watch this movie together as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-7017773943162101817?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7017773943162101817/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=7017773943162101817&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/7017773943162101817?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/7017773943162101817?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-actually.html" title="Love Actually" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkENQnozeCp7ImA9WhRUE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-5440966958380759041</id><published>2012-01-23T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:11:33.480+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T20:11:33.480+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>Memoir</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We love to document all of our son’s activities. Aside from the photos, we also keep his school achievements other school-related papers. Luckily, there is an available iphone application where we just can take a photo and just serve as a scanner. Compared too before when we really needed a computer scanner and &lt;a href="http://www.officegemini.com/"&gt;scanner software&lt;/a&gt; to do that. At least he will be able to see all his hard works when he gets old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-5440966958380759041?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5440966958380759041/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=5440966958380759041&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/5440966958380759041?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/5440966958380759041?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/memoir.html" title="Memoir" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IDSHg_eyp7ImA9WhRVGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-5053991588490545879</id><published>2012-01-17T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:46:19.643+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-17T22:46:19.643+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="singer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal journal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music Journal" /><title>Wonderful World</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My son Kyle loves to listen to Israel Kamakawiwo's old songs especially his version of  “What a Wonderful World and “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”. Before he sleeps, we would attach &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=Audio+Speakers"&gt;surround speakers&lt;/a&gt; to his ipad and play these songs repeatedly until he dozes off. We created a play list of these songs and we just added the version of Louis Armstrong. Play list of  songs keeps on repeating for more than three times every night before he sleeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-5053991588490545879?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5053991588490545879/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=5053991588490545879&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/5053991588490545879?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/5053991588490545879?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/wonderful-world.html" title="Wonderful World" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIDQXw6eSp7ImA9WhRWEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-7687470392419130592</id><published>2011-12-28T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T00:16:10.211+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-28T00:16:10.211+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal journal" /><title>Gift Giving</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How can you think of buying some holiday, birthday, anniversary or even &lt;a href="http://www.personalcreations.com/personalized-valentines-day-gifts-PVALDAY"&gt;valentines gifts&lt;/a&gt; if you have fellow Filipinos grieving for the loss of their homes and even loved ones in the flash floods that happened a week ago? How sad it is since supposedly, people are now enjoying this holiday season and yet there are those who cannot be so. If we can’t share in terms of goods, we can still help them through prayer or be with them in their times of sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-7687470392419130592?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7687470392419130592/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=7687470392419130592&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/7687470392419130592?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/7687470392419130592?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/gift-giving.html" title="Gift Giving" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcDQX0zfip7ImA9WhRXE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-3216343095559656868</id><published>2011-12-20T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T23:14:30.386+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-20T23:14:30.386+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie journal" /><title>Kardashians</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; I am not a fan of a reality show The Kardashians but I get to watch it sometimes because my husband sometimes watch it. But I was amazed by the fact that there is such a thing as a two million  Lorraine Schwartz engagement ring. How much more could for Kim Kardashian’s wedding ring and that of her partner’s &lt;a href="http://www.amoro.com/wedding"&gt;wedding rings for men&lt;/a&gt; cost? The sad thing though is that they already filed for a divorce. We are not here to judge them if they mutually decided that it’s for each other’s best interest.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-3216343095559656868?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3216343095559656868/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=3216343095559656868&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/3216343095559656868?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/3216343095559656868?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/kardashians.html" title="Kardashians" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUINQ3w6fSp7ImA9WhRQEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-1588695740283854839</id><published>2011-12-05T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:39:52.215+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-05T13:39:52.215+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>Alternate Traffic Route</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The MMDA (Metropolitan Manila Development Authority) already launched a new traffic routing and maps of MMDA Mabuhay Lanes as alternate route to those who are passing through EDSA. This is to lessen and avoid the heavy traffic especially this season. Hopefully the agency will also implement road clearing especially in the main roads. Some of the car owners park their cars and also clear the road with some damages and old vehicles parked on the sides of the road. Sometimes with the traffic like this, using a motorcycle with &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/Product.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=gps-units&amp;amp;product=7203005"&gt;motorcycle gps garmin&lt;/a&gt; as mode of transportation may also help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-1588695740283854839?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1588695740283854839/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=1588695740283854839&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/1588695740283854839?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/1588695740283854839?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/alternate-traffic-route.html" title="Alternate Traffic Route" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMMSXY-eyp7ImA9WhRREEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-6621574608278577103</id><published>2011-11-23T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:04:48.853+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-23T21:04:48.853+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal journal" /><title>Nurse</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My husband is a registered nurse but I have never seen him wearing a nurse’s uniform, wearing operating room scrubs or even just &lt;a href="http://www.marcusuniforms.com/"&gt;discount scrubs&lt;/a&gt;. I only saw him wearing them during his nursing school days back in college. He even told me that many mistakenly identified him as a doctor if he would be wearing all white nurse uniform. But even if he doesn’t have to wear it now as he eventually venture into another career path, I know he is still a proud nurse and will always be my dearest nurse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-6621574608278577103?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6621574608278577103/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=6621574608278577103&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/6621574608278577103?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/6621574608278577103?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/nurse.html" title="Nurse" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMHQn84fCp7ImA9WhRREEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-6641104550447321945</id><published>2011-11-23T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:03:53.134+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-23T21:03:53.134+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal journal" /><title>Where About</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our son is about to experience another field trip. This is something that parents and even school administrators consider as a means  to make children more exposed to the real world while at the same time, be more  independent by themselves. Guardians and parents are not usually allowed to join them during the fieldtrip and in any other school activities. Sometime, our protective nature as parents cannot really be avoided It is comforting to know that most schools provide more teachers to  ensure the safety of the students. This will lessen our worries as parents. Although we do not want to provide him gadgets like  &lt;a href="http://www.gpscommander.com/gps-tracking/features/tracking-choices/gps-vehicle-tracking/"&gt;commercial gps&lt;/a&gt; to track him wherever he go, but at least to know what he is doing and he’s in good hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-6641104550447321945?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6641104550447321945/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=6641104550447321945&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/6641104550447321945?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/6641104550447321945?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-about.html" title="Where About" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMDSHk7eCp7ImA9WhRTFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-59713182330302235</id><published>2011-11-04T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:14:39.700+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-04T21:14:39.700+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>Baby Girl</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When are we going to receive a &lt;a href="http://www.invitationbox.com/kidsbirthdaypartyinvitations.html"&gt;Boy Birthday Invitations&lt;/a&gt;? My son Kyle is still the only boy in the family’s side as well as my husband’s side. Just last week, we learned that that my cousin’s wife was also about to deliver a baby girl. My husband is asking for a baby girl but what if another boy comes again? I’ll be happy to have another child no matter what the gender it will be as long as the baby is healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-59713182330302235?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/59713182330302235/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=59713182330302235&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/59713182330302235?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/59713182330302235?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/baby-girl.html" title="Baby Girl" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIBRH86eCp7ImA9WhRTE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-4727362707017581185</id><published>2011-11-03T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:22:35.110+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-03T21:22:35.110+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="singer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music Journal" /><title>X Factor</title><content type="html">I can say I am a fan of  The X Factor, a television talent show franchise originating from the United Kingdom, where it was devised as a replacement for Pop Idol. It is a singing competition, now held in various countries, which pits contestants against each other. It is produced by Simon Cowell and his company SYCO TV and now hitting USA. Adding to that are the judges aside from Cowel are LA Reid, Nicole Scherzinger and Paula Abdul. The question is on who will be the first American winner who will walk in a &lt;a href="http://www.bestlaminate.net/catalog/Quickstep-157-1.html"&gt;quick step floors&lt;/a&gt; bringing with him, her or them the five million worth of contract and prizes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-4727362707017581185?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4727362707017581185/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=4727362707017581185&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/4727362707017581185?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/4727362707017581185?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/x-factor.html" title="X Factor" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMHQX85cCp7ImA9WhRTE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-3725135622645489791</id><published>2011-11-03T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:20:30.128+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-03T21:20:30.128+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal journal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie journal" /><title>Star in Debt</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is really sad to hear stories about people experiencing life from riches to rags especially to those known personalities such as actors and actresses. The fame they really had before aside from the wealth and popularity and then one day, you will just hear that they later live in squatters areas, just depending on someone to help as well as living with &lt;a href="http://www.debt.com/"&gt;debt&lt;/a&gt;. Before they were considered as gods and goddesses and now they are denied even by their own family and friends. As we all know nothing is constant in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-3725135622645489791?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3725135622645489791/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=3725135622645489791&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/3725135622645489791?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/3725135622645489791?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/star-in-debt.html" title="Star in Debt" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YNQn84cCp7ImA9WhdaEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-6743982785773630642</id><published>2011-10-20T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:59:53.138+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-20T21:59:53.138+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal journal" /><title>Special Gift</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We notice that &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-ca&amp;amp;catalog=online&amp;amp;category=gifts-for-christmas"&gt;holiday shopping 2011&lt;/a&gt; is already starting. People are now starting to buy something for their love ones. As we all know, prices have been increasing for almost every thing since the last month of the year. I am sure every one of us has a list of wishes or things that we wanted to have. Hope we can include those really needy people living in the streets in our gift list because we want us them to feel that there’s someone who also cares about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-6743982785773630642?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6743982785773630642/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=6743982785773630642&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/6743982785773630642?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/6743982785773630642?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/10/special-gift.html" title="Special Gift" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAESHs7eSp7ImA9WhdUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-7516768578921315714</id><published>2011-09-30T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T10:45:09.501+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-30T10:45:09.501+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="singer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music Journal" /><title>X Factor</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am enjoying watching the new TV reality talent search the X factor. In here you can really discover new and unexpected types of talents of some people in some parts of United Sates. I am sure this will really be a great big hit not just because of the five million dollars at stake but there’s something about this reality show that you can’t resist watching. Especially with Simon Cowell and Paula Abdul as judges. Plus the new judges and most of all the X factor of new talents that just waiting to be discovered. Although you can’t avoid those who don’t have any quality in them but still self-confident bursts to audition. There seems to be a need for a &lt;a href="http://www.techcareers.com/jobsearch/technology/system-support-documentation/default.asp?job=quality+assurance+specialist"&gt;Quality Assurance Specialist Jobs&lt;/a&gt; for them. But you can’t stop them as they are the spice of the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-7516768578921315714?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7516768578921315714/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=7516768578921315714&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/7516768578921315714?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/7516768578921315714?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/x-factor.html" title="X Factor" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04CSX0zfCp7ImA9WhdVE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-8183600555076686221</id><published>2011-09-18T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:46:08.384+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-18T20:46:08.384+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal journal" /><title>Break</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This season has always been our big break for the year. This week, we had our religious activity called the Feast of Tabernacles. This is when we can really escape from the stressful everyday life in the office. Although our week here is full of prayer and services, this is also the time when we can also contemplate about life. I hope and pray that life will be like this always because we will not be needing &lt;a href="http://www.wholesaleinsurance.net/"&gt;term life insurance prices below wholesale&lt;/a&gt; anymore. There will be less worry and stress. Also, clean and better living can always prolong life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-8183600555076686221?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8183600555076686221/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=8183600555076686221&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/8183600555076686221?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/8183600555076686221?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/break.html" title="Break" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4MRn4_eyp7ImA9WhdVEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-1574252664493364830</id><published>2011-09-16T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T12:56:27.043+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-16T12:56:27.043+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>Fast lane</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time really run so fast, it is been not so long when we received &lt;a href="http://www.paperculture.com/baby-shower-invitations.html"&gt;baby shower invitations&lt;/a&gt; from my sister and now her baby my nephew is growing very cute and big now. A few months ago when my sister gave birth to her very first daughter were we even worried about her birth weight and my sister even wanted her to feed and feed, but now she grows to fast and the problem now is how to control her feeding. It is really worth thinking those time were you still cuddling your baby and were you can still kiss him or her anytime you want. Treasuring those moments because time run so fast you will just learned that you already have a grandson or daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-1574252664493364830?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1574252664493364830/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=1574252664493364830&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/1574252664493364830?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/1574252664493364830?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/fast-lane.html" title="Fast lane" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UAR3s7eyp7ImA9WhdVEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-9201487405756712371</id><published>2011-09-15T15:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T13:00:46.503+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-16T13:00:46.503+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>Baguio</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been three years that we never had a chance to visit Baguio again. Almost every year we visit Baguio and stayed there overnight during a free day of our religious feast that we usually celebrated it in Pangasinan were almost two – three hours only road trip to Baguio. I missed those &lt;a href="http://www.electricfireplacesdirect.com/electric-fireplace-log-inserts"&gt;fireplace inserts &lt;/a&gt; of the place were we stayed in Baguio. Hopefully this year we can visit the place again even for a day visit only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-9201487405756712371?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9201487405756712371/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=9201487405756712371&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/9201487405756712371?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/9201487405756712371?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/baguio.html" title="Baguio" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYDQXYycCp7ImA9WhdXGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-8186620750410362423</id><published>2011-09-02T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T15:06:10.898+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-02T15:06:10.898+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>Babies</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The country is currently debating about the family planning bill or RH bill recently. Here, our government is doing everything by passing a law to control child birth in the country. Other countries in Asia and Europe are encouraging their citizens to have babies. Other countries are giving out incentives to those parents who have babies and their law provides subsidies to parents with new born babies. What I believe is that the number of children is not a problem as long as parents are responsible enough to give a better future for them. My husband recently mentioned that, maybe it is time to give our son Kyle a brother or sister. He’s into this mode every time he would be on the children’s store seeing &lt;a href="http://www.peppyparents.com/servlet/the-268/uppa-baby-vista-stroller/Detail"&gt;uppababy vista&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-8186620750410362423?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8186620750410362423/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=8186620750410362423&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/8186620750410362423?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/8186620750410362423?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/babies.html" title="Babies" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4NSXk5fSp7ImA9WhdXGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-56999658465858598</id><published>2011-09-02T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T15:03:18.725+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-02T15:03:18.725+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>Memories</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parents seem lucky this time with the development of electronics and gadgets. Almost everybody has a digital camera and even cell phones that have cameras and videos. This is so unlike my time, when parents would really need the service of a photographer to have us taken pictures. Only the lucky parents who could afford to own camera have lots of photos during those times. That’s why we have only baby pictures taken in a studio before wearing some &lt;a href="http://www.personalcreations.com/baby-halloween-costumes-psehwby"&gt;personalized baby customes for halloween&lt;/a&gt; or in other costume or during special occasions like birthdays only. Yet in today’s age of Facebook, every moment and every memory can be documented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-56999658465858598?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/56999658465858598/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=56999658465858598&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/56999658465858598?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/56999658465858598?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/memories.html" title="Memories" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEARHc6eSp7ImA9WhdRFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-8972928798931569657</id><published>2011-08-04T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T09:50:45.911+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-04T09:50:45.911+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal journal" /><title>Special Gift</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We believe that our sons and daughters are the best gift we even have in life. They are very special gift from our Almighty Father in heaven. As my sister delivered her first ever beautiful daughter, I am sure she and her husband consider her as the most precious gift. We heard that she has numerous &lt;a href="http://www.berries.com/birthday-gifts-her-SBF"&gt;birthday gifts delivered for her&lt;/a&gt;. Congratulations Danette and Marcel. We hope we can cuddle your baby someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-8972928798931569657?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8972928798931569657/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=8972928798931569657&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/8972928798931569657?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/8972928798931569657?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/special-gift.html" title="Special Gift" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ABR3k_cCp7ImA9WhdSFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-1196079970201007662</id><published>2011-07-25T07:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T07:22:36.748+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-25T07:22:36.748+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal journal" /><title>School Visitation</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week I got the chance to bring my son to his school to see how he’s doing and to check some of the &lt;a href="http://www.playtimeus.com/"&gt;school equipment&lt;/a&gt; that’s available. Once there, I was transported to a time  when I used to see him in his nursery and onto his pre school classroom. Now I can’t believe he is now in the big school with the big world ahead of him. Yet I am optimistic that he can adjust to a big school with more children bigger than him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-1196079970201007662?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1196079970201007662/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=1196079970201007662&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/1196079970201007662?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/1196079970201007662?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/07/school-visitation.html" title="School Visitation" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IARno7cCp7ImA9WhdTFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-2277712319410190470</id><published>2011-07-13T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T09:45:47.408+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-13T09:45:47.408+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal journal" /><title>Tourism Industry</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tourism is one of the most important industries of nature-endowed countries such as the Philippines because it contributes a lot in the economy. There are some places in the world were they only defend their income on tourism industry. How I wish we could do more for our country’s tourism. We have lots of beautiful places here in the country. All we have to do is to make some improvements and bring back the Filipino hospitality we have before. For the local tourist hopefully there are better roads, travel and &lt;a href="http://www.goodsamers.com/"&gt;roadside assistance&lt;/a&gt; for easy traveling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-2277712319410190470?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2277712319410190470/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=2277712319410190470&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/2277712319410190470?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/2277712319410190470?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/07/tourism-industry.html" title="Tourism Industry" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MCRHkyfyp7ImA9WhdTFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-2553591845685854766</id><published>2011-07-13T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T09:44:25.797+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-13T09:44:25.797+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal journal" /><title>Fitness Battle</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More and more people have problems related to weight nowadays. You can’t even stop them to &lt;a href="http://buyapidexin.com/"&gt;buy apidexin&lt;/a&gt; and other diet pills to correct the weight. What can we do? We really love to eat. According to some government reports, Filipinos’ rice consumption increased and continues to increase every year.  Discipline and perseverance will really help us a lot in the fight against this battle. That I wish I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-2553591845685854766?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2553591845685854766/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=2553591845685854766&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/2553591845685854766?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/2553591845685854766?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/07/fitness-battle.html" title="Fitness Battle" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUFR3g6fip7ImA9WhdTE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255640609645605914.post-5804469146081506060</id><published>2011-07-11T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T20:43:36.616+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-11T20:43:36.616+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal journal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music Journal" /><title>Special Song</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe it has been natural to all parents to be able to compose a song for their babies. Even their babies are still inside a mothers womb when they can only hear it from a &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=child_safety"&gt;baby monitors&lt;/a&gt;. You can’t stop a mother from singing a song for her baby. I remember my husband has composed a special song to make our son Kyle sleep.  That’s a usual song that made our son sleep until he reached the age of four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255640609645605914-5804469146081506060?l=mywifesjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5804469146081506060/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255640609645605914&amp;postID=5804469146081506060&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/5804469146081506060?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255640609645605914/posts/default/5804469146081506060?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mywifesjournal.blogspot.com/2011/07/special-song.html" title="Special Song" /><author><name>Denice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14078471140163309864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

