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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" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYFRn8-fCp7ImA9WhRaE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990359558037977671</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:25:17.154-05:00</updated><category term="motherhood" /><category term="high school" /><category term="parenthood" /><category term="nursing" /><category term="relationships" /><category term="friendships" /><category term="scouting" /><category term="health" /><category term="politics" /><category term="Michigan" /><title>Pinay Nurse in Michigan</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinaynurseinmi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinaynurseinmi.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>PinayNurseinMI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351284924319575853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YNlJXs5Qiak/THAruISIdTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jSEEnnBqfWU/S220/mysolo.png" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</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/PinayNurseInMichigan" /><feedburner:info uri="pinaynurseinmichigan" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QGR3s_fyp7ImA9Wx9WFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990359558037977671.post-8936824480226366226</id><published>2011-01-20T15:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:28:46.547-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-20T15:28:46.547-05:00</app:edited><title>An American traveler's impressions of the Philippines</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinaynurseinmi.blogspot.com/feeds/8936824480226366226/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinaynurseinmi.blogspot.com/2011/01/american-travelers-impressions-of.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990359558037977671/posts/default/8936824480226366226?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990359558037977671/posts/default/8936824480226366226?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PinayNurseInMichigan/~3/fAqxC71xlE8/american-travelers-impressions-of.html" title="An American traveler's impressions of the Philippines" /><author><name>PinayNurseinMI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351284924319575853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YNlJXs5Qiak/THAruISIdTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jSEEnnBqfWU/S220/mysolo.png" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Here, I'm sharing an excerpt from an email sent to me by an American friend who recently traveled to the Philippines. There are so many truths to what he observed and experienced. Read on.


"For me, this was a trip unlike any other I had taken. It did not feel like a vacation, as much as an experience for me; I didn't go there for "fun in the sun". I really went on a discovery mission...


And 
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Our room faced the ocean. And the reef teeming with fish was just
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From the moment that you realize your kids have special needs, there are these mixed feelings and reactions. There's anger, questioning God "Why you"; there's the denial when you try your best to believe there's nothing wrong with the child; there's the day-to-day 
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Well, my arms are getting flabby; creases are beginning to show on my forehead; I can't seem to loose that bulge in my belly; I use eye drops to treat glaucoma; and I have other ailments that are too embarrassing to divulge. My body is definitely telling me that "
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pSyqSRfEhrPLqzHu6poHw0XsdiU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pSyqSRfEhrPLqzHu6poHw0XsdiU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinayNurseInMichigan/~4/VM-EKCsRYyI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://pinaynurseinmi.blogspot.com/2010/10/turning-40.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIEQ309eSp7ImA9Wx5VFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990359558037977671.post-4580987728109406962</id><published>2010-10-07T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T11:48:22.361-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-07T11:48:22.361-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Michigan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><title>Forget the battle with the bulge</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinaynurseinmi.blogspot.com/feeds/4580987728109406962/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinaynurseinmi.blogspot.com/2010/10/forget-battle-with-bulge.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990359558037977671/posts/default/4580987728109406962?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990359558037977671/posts/default/4580987728109406962?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PinayNurseInMichigan/~3/FMZGl04DbNI/forget-battle-with-bulge.html" title="Forget the battle with the bulge" /><author><name>PinayNurseinMI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351284924319575853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YNlJXs5Qiak/THAruISIdTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jSEEnnBqfWU/S220/mysolo.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html"> The cooler months are here, and with it comes my lack of enthusiasm to go out and stay active. Beginning spring this year, I have been good about going for a run at least twice a week and working out in our basement using our bowflex machine for strength training. My family managed to stay active all summer long with fishing and swimming at the lake as well as trips to the beach, playground, and
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This year's flu vaccine will protect against three different flu viruses: an H3N2 virus, an influenza B virus and the H1N1 virus (swine flu virus) that caused so much illness last season. The CDC now recommends the vaccine for 
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*****Thanks to online social networks, I'm now able to see photos, and read "status" of old flames, friends, acquaintances and even arch-rivals. My curiosity has led me to find out who my old 
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While my primary duties were patient assessment and medication administration, I also had to delegate the task of bathing, grooming and feeding of patients to my 
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Much controversy has hovered around the mosque planned to be built close to ground zero. And most recently, a Christian pastor of a non-denominational church has threatened to perform a public burning of the Muslim's Holy Book of Quran. It is one thing to burn books you do not care about, 
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No,
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Many would agree that parenthood is not easy, so why do many still opt to have kids? A big part of it ofcourse is our biologic need to multiply, otherwise mankind will face extinction – but in this day and age, we have this choice of whether or not we would like to take on that big responsibility of taking care 
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