<?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/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;CkEHRHcyeSp7ImA9WhVXEko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528405184943662835</id><updated>2012-04-12T15:43:55.991-07:00</updated><title>MY LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'>A DAY IN MY LIFE AS I RAISE MY SIX CHILDREN AND JOURNEY TOWARDS FINANCIAL INDEPENDANCE.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543268677649741830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYs7JtiiKFQ/T4cW48z1blI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GKxSXIhTi7s/s220/Samantha%2Bpic%2B2.jpg'/></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><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkEGRH4-eyp7ImA9WhVXEkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528405184943662835.post-9100896883366055096</id><published>2012-04-12T09:09:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-12T09:37:05.053-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-04-12T09:37:05.053-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;IN THE DARK&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; Yesterday I woke up to loud knocking at my door.  It was the electric company. There was a pass due bill that I couldn't pay on time, so my electricity was being shut off. I called the company to see if there was any way to resolve the matter. We needed the electricity on. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I spoke to a supervisor who agreed to turn the electricity back on if I made an additional payment that day. I didn't have the money to make the payment at the time, so I called my grandfather and asked for his help. He was able to make a payment for me. Unfortunately the electric company did not list my name for reconnection until the next day. We spend last night in darkness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;     &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is the financial hardship of many other single mothers in America. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was upset and angry when this happened. It was not that I was being irresponsible; I simply didn’t have the money. I paid the majority of the bill hoping that I would have enough time to pay the balance. It was frustrating. Life stopped for us yesterday. I couldn’t cook. The phone was not working. There was no TV and no internet. In a house with six children, it was difficult, but thank God we got through it.&lt;/p&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/5528405184943662835-9100896883366055096?l=mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/9100896883366055096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/in-dark-yesterday-i-woke-up-to-loud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/9100896883366055096?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/9100896883366055096?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/in-dark-yesterday-i-woke-up-to-loud.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543268677649741830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYs7JtiiKFQ/T4cW48z1blI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GKxSXIhTi7s/s220/Samantha%2Bpic%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkIBQ3w7fCp7ImA9WhVXEU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528405184943662835.post-9137873112943752844</id><published>2012-04-11T00:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-11T00:49:12.204-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-04-11T00:49:12.204-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wbEYmGffOdI/T4U3aO-HjZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8Pe2DWAVPuI/s1600/happy-sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wbEYmGffOdI/T4U3aO-HjZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8Pe2DWAVPuI/s1600/happy-sun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;A LITTLE
BIT OF HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I
am a living testimony that you can survive the worst tragedies in life and
become a good person. I didn't start out as this happy go lucky mom. I was
made, over time and with lots of persistence. I used to be this naive girl, who
thought she knew everything, but didn't know anything. I came from a mentally
and physically abusive home and because of it I never felt good enough. Even as
an adult I doubted myself. I have read other blogs where moms describe
motherhood as this wonderful every day ecstasy. Motherhood didn’t start out
this way for me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Never did I consider that I would ever be a mother,
moreover a mother of six. My life had been a mess up until the time I gave
birth to my sixth child. It has been eighteen long, hard months, of self
discovery and finding purpose in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I
have worn the title of "mother" ever since I gave birth to my first
child at the age of seventeen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I held no identity except for this.
There was no me other than the “mommy me”.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My whole life was
dedicated solely to my children. While this is a really good thing, I also needed
to have a life of my own. I came to this conclusion and started taking a tiny
bit of life for myself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It brought me a lot of joy and
fulfillment.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I gained a renewed sense of purpose in my life. Most
importantly, I was able to be a better mother to my children.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vvNeZWJjogc/T4S-vInAVPI/AAAAAAAAANw/ECqmbVHaTfk/s1600/courthouse11.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vvNeZWJjogc/T4S-vInAVPI/AAAAAAAAANw/ECqmbVHaTfk/s200/courthouse11.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;PROTECTION&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Today&amp;nbsp;I
went to the courthouse. I had filled an order of protection against my
daughter's father almost two years ago. He came to my house that
same&amp;nbsp;weekend after the order was granted and violated it. I am not a person accustomed to
being in a courthouse. It felt strange to me, even though I had been there
before. Recently the kids and I moved. I lost the order of protection during
the move. I knew it expired in April, but i was unsure about the date. I was
glad that it hadn't. It gave me time to refile. Now the reason I filed this restraining
order is because I was physically pushed by my ex boyfriend in 2010 when I was
six weeks pregnant. &amp;nbsp;When I left him, I started receiving daily threats of
violence towards me and the children. There is no easy way to say this. Many women
have been physically abused by a husband or boyfriend. I was one of these women. I did not stay in this relationship because it was not good for me or my children. No woman should ever feel that she has to stay with an abusive man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IN MY MOMENT OF WEAKNESS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAQNeTX2uJo/T4PFue48TdI/AAAAAAAAANo/5_RX9QwOPkY/s1600/sad_face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAQNeTX2uJo/T4PFue48TdI/AAAAAAAAANo/5_RX9QwOPkY/s200/sad_face.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Some mornings I
wake up with the world on my shoulders. In about a month and a half we will
have to move out of the house I have been renting because it went into
foreclosure. I am constantly reminding myself to be positive and to trust in
God. I do trust in God, but sometimes I get discouraged. Whenever that happens
I look at my children. I see the innocence in their faces and how much they
depend on me. I draw my strength from that. &amp;nbsp;I am reminded these words of the holy bible,
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me". No bad
situation lasts forever. Everything has a beginning and an end. I am a much wiser
woman than I was twelve years ago. There is a drive in me that I cannot
explain, I simply won't give up. I won't settle for less and I will raise six
happy and successful individuals. By God, I will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/5528405184943662835-2367797667299590289?l=mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/2367797667299590289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-time-of-weakness-mornings-iwake-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/2367797667299590289?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/2367797667299590289?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-time-of-weakness-mornings-iwake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543268677649741830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYs7JtiiKFQ/T4cW48z1blI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GKxSXIhTi7s/s220/Samantha%2Bpic%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAQNeTX2uJo/T4PFue48TdI/AAAAAAAAANo/5_RX9QwOPkY/s72-c/sad_face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEQASHg7eSp7ImA9WhVXEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528405184943662835.post-2999406480373959949</id><published>2012-04-09T22:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-09T22:39:09.601-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-04-09T22:39:09.601-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A BLOG I JUST READ&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I was searching through some single
mother blogging pages and I ran into this one &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mssinglemama.com/2009/03/31/you-had-me-at-hell/"&gt;http://mssinglemama.com/2009/03/31/you-had-me-at-hell/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;I was moved by the words in this statement. &amp;nbsp;It takes a lot of
courage to put your life out here on the worldwide web, but I do not regret
doing it. This blog is a way for me to connect with other women and share my
story. For many years I have lived in hell. I have been depressed, mentally and
physically abused, mistreated and left alone to raise my children. I never ever
regretted having my children. I am so happy that they are growing up so well
and healthy. The time has flown. Babies grow into adults. The task of being a
mother is honorable and a gift. &amp;nbsp;I thank God that I am able to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This lady is mean. I know that everyone is
entitled to their own opinions, but it is not right to pass judgments on
anyone, especially a single parent. The job of parenting alone is difficult.
Being a single parent can seem humongous. I think the author of this blog
handled herself really well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/5528405184943662835-2999406480373959949?l=mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/2999406480373959949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/blog-i-just-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/2999406480373959949?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/2999406480373959949?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/blog-i-just-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543268677649741830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYs7JtiiKFQ/T4cW48z1blI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GKxSXIhTi7s/s220/Samantha%2Bpic%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vJFKQCOa--Q/T4PCnGx6RCI/AAAAAAAAANg/kO9bJ6ifFsY/s72-c/judges+gravel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0MMRX84eCp7ImA9WhVQGUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528405184943662835.post-2178056224264970250</id><published>2012-04-09T01:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-09T11:18:04.130-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-04-09T11:18:04.130-07:00</app:edited><title>FAMILY PICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 511px; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQ27OYE3auQ/T4JMStk7PKI/AAAAAAAAALM/q2wqPWUhric/s1600/cartoon+church.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQ27OYE3auQ/T4JMStk7PKI/AAAAAAAAALM/q2wqPWUhric/s1600/cartoon+church.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Easter Service was wonderful , much like the other services we've had, but just a little more special. The church was full of visitors, as it always is on Easter Sunday. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;The children went ahead of me, so they could attend Sunday school. I stayed home with the baby and got ready for the service. I arrived to church at 11:45 am. I was running late this morning; luckily the sermon had not yet begun. When i walked into church , I &amp;nbsp;felt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;a sense of hope in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;It inspired me to be there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;The
message was obviously about "the Resurrection of Christ", but
Pastor taught on other subjects also. One of these topics was the gift of life. He spoke about &amp;nbsp;children being an inheritance from the lord and blessed is he who has his
quiver full of them. Dear I say that this describes me. There have been times I was discouraged by the idea of being a single parent. I complained to myself about how unfair it was. I was
reminded today that my children are blessings to me and not burdens. Doesn’t
matter how hard it gets; this is what I believe. I gained strength from this message, that I hope to
share with other single moms. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I was renewed today for task at hand which is raising six amazing souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQ27OYE3auQ/T4JMStk7PKI/AAAAAAAAALM/q2wqPWUhric/s1600/cartoon+church.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528405184943662835-1543742719248298377?l=mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/1543742719248298377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/easter-service.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/1543742719248298377?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/1543742719248298377?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/easter-service.html' title='EASTER SERVICE'/><author><name>Juliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543268677649741830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYs7JtiiKFQ/T4cW48z1blI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GKxSXIhTi7s/s220/Samantha%2Bpic%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQ27OYE3auQ/T4JMStk7PKI/AAAAAAAAALM/q2wqPWUhric/s72-c/cartoon+church.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkYESH09fyp7ImA9WhVQGE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528405184943662835.post-4383684655129551989</id><published>2012-04-07T11:29:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-07T13:21:49.367-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-04-07T13:21:49.367-07:00</app:edited><title>THE EVOLUTION OF EASTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BgP21x0sik/T4CHVZcQx1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oC0h5Rqt0GQ/s1600/Easter+Sunday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BgP21x0sik/T4CHVZcQx1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oC0h5Rqt0GQ/s200/Easter+Sunday.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;April 7th, 2012&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Easter is celebrated today much differently than it was in ancient times.
The word "Easter" originated from "Eostre". Ancient Greeks
served a goddess whose name was Eostre. Greeks believed that their goddess
brought the light of day. Because of this belief, pagan festivals were held
every year in honor of her. Later the Christian church changed this pagan
holiday into what we now know as the celebration of the resurrection of Jesus
Christ. The Church Council of Nicaea made the decision for Easter to be
recognized on the Sunday following the first full moon after the vernal
equinox. Ancient Greeks held their holiday on the spring equinox. This took
place in 325 AD. As a result Easter is celebrated a different date each year.&lt;br /&gt;


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Easter is a day celebrated by all modern day Christians in reverence to the
death and resurrection of our lord Jesus Christ. The holiday itself involves
attending an early morning service (preferably sunrise) and savoring a
delicious "Easter ham". Parents also decorate eggs and bunnies for
their children. This is how our family will celebrate this Easter Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528405184943662835-4383684655129551989?l=mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/4383684655129551989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/evolution-of-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/4383684655129551989?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/4383684655129551989?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/evolution-of-easter.html' title='THE EVOLUTION OF EASTER'/><author><name>Juliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543268677649741830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYs7JtiiKFQ/T4cW48z1blI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GKxSXIhTi7s/s220/Samantha%2Bpic%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BgP21x0sik/T4CHVZcQx1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oC0h5Rqt0GQ/s72-c/Easter+Sunday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU4GRnsyeyp7ImA9WhVQGE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528405184943662835.post-4126699526708609549</id><published>2012-04-06T12:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-07T11:38:47.593-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-04-07T11:38:47.593-07:00</app:edited><title>HUGGIES OR PAMPERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
April 6th, 2012&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I always wondered what was the difference in these diapers brands, except of course the names. I used pampers for years. I was loyal and never thought of&amp;nbsp;switching to&amp;nbsp;huggies.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One day my son ran out of diapers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp; went to the store and&amp;nbsp;they were out of pampers, so I bought at pack of Huggies diapers. Ever since then,&amp;nbsp;I have been a devoted Huggies fan and this is why.&amp;nbsp;While Pampers diapers&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;attractive on the outside, Huggies diapers&amp;nbsp;pass the durability test (which is important&amp;nbsp;to me). The risk of my baby getting a&amp;nbsp;diaper rash was dramatically decreased. I was saving money on diaper rash cremes and also diapers. I cannot say enough good things about this product.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528405184943662835-4126699526708609549?l=mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/4126699526708609549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/huggies-or-pampers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/4126699526708609549?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/4126699526708609549?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/huggies-or-pampers.html' title='HUGGIES OR PAMPERS'/><author><name>Juliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543268677649741830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYs7JtiiKFQ/T4cW48z1blI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GKxSXIhTi7s/s220/Samantha%2Bpic%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU4FSX0_eip7ImA9WhVQGE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528405184943662835.post-596455003864446657</id><published>2012-04-05T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-07T11:38:38.342-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-04-07T11:38:38.342-07:00</app:edited><title>THE TEENAGE BLUES</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;April 5th, 2012&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Having a teenage daughter can be a challenge. At times i am at a lost words and actions. My teenager daughter and&amp;nbsp;I go through these&amp;nbsp;stages were she likes me and then she doesn't like me. &amp;nbsp;When we get along, we like super girlfriends, but when we don't get along we are like sworn enemies.&amp;nbsp; I imagine being a teenager is difficult, especially when you are from a single parent family, but i work hard every day to make sure she knows how much i love her.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I have made lots of mistakes in my life. It sometimes scares me to think that my daughter could repeat my mistakes.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I am overbearing and overprotective.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This stems from my&amp;nbsp;wanting to protect her from all the evil things that exists in this world.&amp;nbsp;In all reality, we can't protect our children from everything. We can only guide them&amp;nbsp;in the right direction. &amp;nbsp;I look at my daughter and&amp;nbsp;I see myself; the same i know it all attitude. I also see the good in her, which far outweighs her mood swings. what is a parent to do in such cases as these. My first instinct is to be there for her and pray to God that she makes the right decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528405184943662835-596455003864446657?l=mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/596455003864446657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/teenage-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/596455003864446657?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/596455003864446657?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/teenage-blues.html' title='THE TEENAGE BLUES'/><author><name>Juliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543268677649741830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYs7JtiiKFQ/T4cW48z1blI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GKxSXIhTi7s/s220/Samantha%2Bpic%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU4ERHg7eyp7ImA9WhVQGE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528405184943662835.post-2318161550972019229</id><published>2012-04-05T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-07T11:38:25.603-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-04-07T11:38:25.603-07:00</app:edited><title>A TRANSFORMER OBSESSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFJ_ar4VG3A/T34HvmGzpZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6a6flgGKhQY/s1600/Transformers+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFJ_ar4VG3A/T34HvmGzpZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6a6flgGKhQY/s200/Transformers+4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;April 5th, 2012&lt;br /&gt;
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Two months ago i purchased the new transformer movie. Since then my two sons Jacob and Matthew have been completely&amp;nbsp;obsessed with the fictional figures. I swear i have watched that movie over a hundred times already. I have even chosen my favorite character, who happens to be "Optimus&amp;nbsp; Prime".&amp;nbsp; Jacob who is four years old is able to play the theme song with his mouth, note by note. Mathew&amp;nbsp; made a list of what he wants for his birthday and Christmas. Guess what he wants? I&amp;nbsp;dare you to guess? That's right,&amp;nbsp;a new transformer toy!&amp;nbsp; That was a no brainer. There are so many&amp;nbsp;things that&amp;nbsp;kids can get into&amp;nbsp;out there. An transformer obsession is indeed&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;welcome one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528405184943662835-2318161550972019229?l=mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/2318161550972019229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/bumble-bee-obsession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/2318161550972019229?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/2318161550972019229?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/bumble-bee-obsession.html' title='A TRANSFORMER OBSESSION'/><author><name>Juliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543268677649741830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYs7JtiiKFQ/T4cW48z1blI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GKxSXIhTi7s/s220/Samantha%2Bpic%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFJ_ar4VG3A/T34HvmGzpZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6a6flgGKhQY/s72-c/Transformers+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU4BRXo4eCp7ImA9WhVQGE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528405184943662835.post-2674095002576164630</id><published>2012-04-04T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-07T11:39:14.430-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-04-07T11:39:14.430-07:00</app:edited><title>THE BABY FIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pLnw7YCLRRg/T30i9AD-F7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/7dY5f3gptrs/s1600/baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pLnw7YCLRRg/T30i9AD-F7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/7dY5f3gptrs/s1600/baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pLnw7YCLRRg/T30i9AD-F7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/7dY5f3gptrs/s200/baby.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;April 4th, 2012&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My eighteen month old daughter refused to go to sleep tonight. Of course she was fed, her diaper&amp;nbsp;had been&amp;nbsp;changed, she was cool&amp;nbsp;and comfortable. All the important things that&amp;nbsp;should be checked with a crying baby. Those things didn't matter to "Her Majesty".&amp;nbsp; She wanted what she wanted and that was to be held and&amp;nbsp;pampered until the end of time. She's a libra, just like her mom, lol! Tonight&amp;nbsp;I decided&amp;nbsp;I would not pick her up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;always had in the past and she had become accustomed to it. So&amp;nbsp;I let her cry this one out and boy did she cry and cry and cry;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;making sure i knew why she was crying. I was patient thank God and eventually she went to sleep. Even the baby fit can be conquered. There is yet hope :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528405184943662835-2674095002576164630?l=mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/2674095002576164630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/baby-fit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/2674095002576164630?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/2674095002576164630?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/baby-fit.html' title='THE BABY FIT'/><author><name>Juliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543268677649741830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYs7JtiiKFQ/T4cW48z1blI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GKxSXIhTi7s/s220/Samantha%2Bpic%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pLnw7YCLRRg/T30i9AD-F7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/7dY5f3gptrs/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU4DSXo8cCp7ImA9WhVQGE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528405184943662835.post-6113060345776215014</id><published>2012-04-04T10:22:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-07T11:39:38.478-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-04-07T11:39:38.478-07:00</app:edited><title>HOPEFUL</title><content type='html'>April 4th, 2012&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I woke up today with a renewed since of hope.  I have never been this hopeful in the eleven years i have lived in America. I have always been an independent woman. I always had big dreams. When i became a mother i wanted to give my children every opportunity to succeed in life. Being a single mother of six and without status made that extremely difficult. Not to mention, i was fighting my own demons on a daily basis. But today i don't feel hopeless. Come to think of it i haven't felt hopeless for a long time; hopeful rather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528405184943662835-6113060345776215014?l=mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/6113060345776215014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/hopeful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/6113060345776215014?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/6113060345776215014?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/hopeful.html' title='HOPEFUL'/><author><name>Juliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543268677649741830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYs7JtiiKFQ/T4cW48z1blI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GKxSXIhTi7s/s220/Samantha%2Bpic%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUICQ3o_fCp7ImA9WhVQGE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528405184943662835.post-2256778745660748671</id><published>2012-04-04T00:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-07T11:32:42.444-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-04-07T11:32:42.444-07:00</app:edited><title>REVITALIZED</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today i felt pressured and discouraged. I didn't think that i would be able to do it all. After praying and talking to God, I realized that&amp;nbsp; I could. Sometimes we get so caught up in the big things we forget to give thanks and apreciate the little things. I am grateful to have six healthy children and also thankful that I am too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528405184943662835-2256778745660748671?l=mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/2256778745660748671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/4420112.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/2256778745660748671?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/2256778745660748671?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/4420112.html' title='REVITALIZED'/><author><name>Juliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543268677649741830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYs7JtiiKFQ/T4cW48z1blI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GKxSXIhTi7s/s220/Samantha%2Bpic%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU4MSXc-eyp7ImA9WhVQGE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528405184943662835.post-1059228919782124238</id><published>2012-04-01T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-07T11:39:48.953-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-04-07T11:39:48.953-07:00</app:edited><title>AN INSERP FROM MY BOOK "UNDOCUMENTED"</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
April 1st, 2012&lt;br /&gt;
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" After I gave birth to my son Nathaniel, I moved to a more affordable apartment. I ran&lt;br /&gt;
into the same situation I had in the past; not being able to find a livable&lt;br /&gt;
apartment. I choose what seemed decent enough. I didn’t need a credit report&lt;br /&gt;
for this apartment. I paid eight hundred and fifty dollars for a two bedroom,&lt;br /&gt;
one bath apartment. The apartment was in a rundown apartment building. These types&lt;br /&gt;
of living situation, was all that was available for a person like me. I had come&lt;br /&gt;
to except it. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5528405184943662835-1059228919782124238?l=mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/1059228919782124238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/inserp-from-book-titled-undocumented.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/1059228919782124238?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5528405184943662835/posts/default/1059228919782124238?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeasasinglemotherofsix.blogspot.com/2012/04/inserp-from-book-titled-undocumented.html' title='AN INSERP FROM MY BOOK &quot;UNDOCUMENTED&quot;'/><author><name>Juliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543268677649741830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYs7JtiiKFQ/T4cW48z1blI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GKxSXIhTi7s/s220/Samantha%2Bpic%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkcFQXc8fip7ImA9WhVQGE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5528405184943662835.post-7096020909020060794</id><published>2012-04-01T10:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-07T11:40:10.976-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-04-07T11:40:10.976-07:00</app:edited><title>GRATEFUL MOMMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;April 1st, 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today was a &amp;nbsp;good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I made dinner for the children and me. We had a delicious Baked chicken, garlic mash potatoes and butter cream corn dinner. The kids did their homework and fortunately&amp;nbsp;I got some work done. I would call that a miraculous achievement, lol :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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