<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>It's The Little Things That Matter</title><description>An extension and continuation of  the original blog -- “Life With Baby Mikki”</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><pubDate>Mon, 23 Sep 2024 00:47:31 -0400</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:summary>An extension and continuation of the original blog -- “Life With Baby Mikki”</itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>An extension and continuation of the original blog -- “Life With Baby Mikki”</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title/><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2019/01/theres-house-that-sits-back-off-road-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Wed, 9 Jan 2019 15:03:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-430445209575466924</guid><description>There's a house that sits back off the road on Laney Way. There's a pond that occupies the distant yard behind it.</description></item><item><title>Mindless Banter</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2015/10/mindless-banter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Thu, 8 Oct 2015 23:24:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-5489274750321058439</guid><description>
Yes, I know I've been slacking miserably keeping up with my posts in here, and you would think with Bean now attending daycare two days out of the week, I would have more time to write. &amp;nbsp;Truth is, I do have more free time but a lot of it has been taken up with other things, mostly my mother.&amp;nbsp;

I have been writing though. Besides a monthly subscriber base blog e-mail, (although the </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEg9aO3pb-1kYi-hjAbPQroRBZg8AdfZfak6JjyzyvVeII2yW7mVFxsSoYSWdSvmqw4jmbuB9h6oTWC9aX3YAAcsy_Kgzy4izEMZ_YGDd81yvNa7V5Au88Jm0SFcIOp3CTls3PoQXjysri/s72-c/A+bug+on+the+computer+2013.jpg" width="72"/></item><item><title>2015</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2015/07/its-been-full-and-at-times-somewhat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2015 10:50:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-4016765743021642443</guid><description>It's been a full, and at times, somewhat hectic year so far.Hubby and I just spent a wonderful weekend over the border, a surprise getaway I originally wasn't to keen about when told to pack for it without knowing what we were doing or where we were going.We arrived at our destination, Niagara-on-the-lake, and spent 2 full days enjoying the sights, food, and entertainment. It's been a couple </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJo1gyNwJu915U2bXUdkInTCordIcUwIP2Z1_kAsg3gH80keFKh8H8RJtI1b8MKbbWjgCco8_WODalvsUVaksAGsmMTJXSuHw91uliuDen018OK9HIoENSo7ceD4d_TheRBabg9Xs970S/s72-c/blogger-image--474913532.jpg" width="72"/></item><item><title>February Trip South</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2015/03/februarys-trip-south.html</link><category>birth</category><category>children</category><category>family</category><category>Road trip</category><category>South Carolina</category><category>vacation</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2015 00:43:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-2671918717481797392</guid><description>




Our yearly trip south is never long enough, at least the part where it's spending time with&amp;nbsp;my son and grandson.&amp;nbsp;This year, with the upcoming arrival of&amp;nbsp;my son's&amp;nbsp;second child, due March 11th,&amp;nbsp;we decided to make the trip down earlier in the year rather than wait until August like we have always done in past years.&amp;nbsp; I originally was going to go down alone because </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx01VRLvVJqqPfgbQZJPj8YdaFkevaw-1Rf2S-w-z3oMBBo9Bza6QuR2XZVaz107rNrsE3IUXHdvUblFtx37tlYvawXkm8cNbcsRRWtyoVSS9phwlQpEVn4kgY81fn8Ioz-517OrtMmsWf/s72-c/blogger-image--1833935650.jpg" width="72"/></item><item><title>Altrusic Acts</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2015/02/altrusic-acts.html</link><category>children</category><category>memories</category><category>paying it forward</category><category>vacation</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Thu, 5 Feb 2015 00:09:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-4392879680730824767</guid><description>The social movement "Pay it Forward" has been around a considerable amount of &amp;nbsp;time.&amp;nbsp; After doing some research - as little as possible, I may add - I found it may have very well started as far back as 317 BC in ancient Athens when the concept was used in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;play Dyskolos&amp;nbsp;written by Menande.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Make rich as many people as you can by your own efforts. For this </description></item><item><title>Yep, This is clearly my marriage</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2015/01/yep-this-is-clearly-my-marriage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2015 16:56:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-8179441886148341354</guid><description>Awhile ago I read a post&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;11 Sad-But-True Married People Texts I've Sent My Husband&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;by Susannah Lewis and I actually laughed out loud.Post found at:http://www.yourtango.com/2014239933/lol-11-sad-but-true-married-people-texts-ive-sent-my-husband&amp;nbsp;In today's age of everything tech, it's not that hard to go back and view old messages, and it's even easier when you know</description></item><item><title>If Only It Was This Easy All The Time</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2014/12/if-only-it-was-this-easy-all-time.html</link><category>children</category><category>Growing up</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2014 19:48:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-7314934855932838783</guid><description>I was baking Christmas cookies when Kenna walked in from school. The baby was in his highchair snacking on cheerios, at least when his hands weren't up to his ears when I'd belt out a Christmas tune. He'd giggle when I'd lean down and nuzzle his neck every time he'd raise his arms and cup his ears to block out my holiday melody. So young and already a critic, runs in the family.The smell of </description></item><item><title>In Search of Answers</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2014/12/in-search-of-answers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Mon, 8 Dec 2014 23:56:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-5454975271302028095</guid><description>My daughter Kenna had another one of her "spells".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's been a month since her doctor's visit and&amp;nbsp;we still don't know why these sudden bouts happen, one of&amp;nbsp;my fears at the moment besides a diagnosis of something grim is&amp;nbsp;her having one of&amp;nbsp;these episodes when I'm not around and can't get to her. She did&amp;nbsp;have one awhile ago&amp;nbsp;when she was with her aunt, it </description></item><item><title>Our Children - Our Hope</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2014/11/our-children-our-hope.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Tue, 4 Nov 2014 21:46:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-3980667956413354728</guid><description>"While we try to teach our children all about life, Our children teach us what life is all about." &amp;nbsp;~Angela Schmidt



Being a&amp;nbsp;parent of four incredible children&amp;nbsp;I've often,&amp;nbsp;over the years, reflected upon my advice and choices I've given and made concerning them, everything from the common mundane activities of daily&amp;nbsp;adolescent&amp;nbsp;life&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;the unwieldily, </description></item><item><title>Summer 2014-Redo, Tribunal and Wayfaring</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2014/09/summer-2014-redo-tribunal-and-wayfaring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2014 22:42:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-7809320033276183937</guid><description>
Another Labor Day has come to pass, which signifies ( unofficially ) another summer's end and another school year's beginning, and now, Autumn has arrived. We've had a full summer season crammed packed with activities and Kenna is still loving her new bedroom. 



Back in June, before school was out,&amp;nbsp;when Kenna's whole 5th grade went on their (CCE) annual end of the year camping trip to </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRpCCYEqZm9AJ47ft9qrxI5V6Va2YmQw8A2FJvFNTtgDPR5F5JXbRI2rxSLRvoicTwPV-6J0i_95vDYHC0fZM9mKlJSstOXVJAQvVTpHzf8z4f1iRx6aJTr0HHCw0wfm8LCr7P-biHHd1n/s72-c/blogger-image-1482993110.jpg" width="72"/></item><item><title>Cheap Is Not Always Better</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2014/08/cheap-is-not-always-better.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Fri, 8 Aug 2014 19:10:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-1738491579115436343</guid><description>I read a raving review, years back, about a cheap wine, Two Buck Chuck sold at Trader Joe's. I think if this article&amp;nbsp;http://huff.to/1zOrCci&amp;nbsp;, (which has since been removed. Editor's note below)&amp;nbsp;was included in the commentary, we'd tell that "wine connoisseur" to keep his expertise to himself. Of course, he's the same connoisseur who takes his dog's meds when he's sick to save on </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW6EJBYnjaBVgWR6NCS4lEPZ3WgPI5l6JfXDVutCwuxsmwY2lSpcUATsqwXU7j-nGqxDHS7xjr8MtOXlR_dkYderYKs0NsSz8Vkigpk6nStDco1OAUB2NULY2Bo7Z-pCaigYsx_v2_VuYg/s72-c/blogger-image--215862511.jpg" width="72"/></item><item><title>A Little Something</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2014/08/a-little-something.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Thu, 7 Aug 2014 22:09:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-1275335841405887351</guid><description>I got an early anniversary gift from my husband which I found on my pillow when I crawled into bed - one side says YES, the other, NO. He's always thinking of how he can make my life a little easier!</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcd_-PFQfL_SUrhOMzmCCvpSjvXg81tbHhT6CKp9wBiUNyWMX-rXDip7SkyAzGJWf8MKBo55_SFq4ems7HXPO0TXR_ju5nhYNhR_b10cFnVtrSDLdgAa9xGRe9EdegjqJ6rGoIt1v1v5E/s72-c/blogger-image-1317243898.jpg" width="72"/></item><item><title>Lessons and Life</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2014/07/lessons-and-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2014 08:43:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-7122871145746963251</guid><description>With school out Kenna hasn't been practicing her Cello. Not that she needs to, since she has decided not to continue taking lessons for it next year, telling me she wants to concentrate on her vocals.&amp;nbsp;I snicker wondering if she'll ask for vocal coaching lessons next.&amp;nbsp;Her grandmother and great aunt Wanda use to sing in night clubs in the late 40's and I do love listening to Kenna sing </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx1LC1k7YMHwdHxmB18LndNov_-9gfRWcSU-hRIYKHPud1X7gCFlHzxHIi9-879lmguOs1gsQge004_1vtfEAwLqb9BvWER2JjST4_F7d0b4XqUxLTVU8ZhmX3w7obro5ZnqzLyBNBUG7P/s72-c/blogger-image-1731029368.jpg" width="72"/></item><item><title>That&amp;#39;s Life</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2014/07/afterashorthiatusimback.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Thu, 3 Jul 2014 00:28:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-1227460120516186631</guid><description>I'm back after a short hiatus from writing. It's not that I didn't have much to say, or rather, write about it's just there has been a lot going on and unfortunatly these have taken up most of my time and energy. &amp;nbsp;We celebrated My daughter Mikenna's 11th birthday back in March and my grandson Cruz's first birthday back in April. Both events I did write about, I even uploaded pictures but </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4IJIWcVOa_o2VDpasGcmOrmOIK1nDRDg9WTspdVDpF6uA-nqEQzsykBXqgBpuTgUyeLB4u6MaB_a7SpLkzRzWtSzWn6pxRayFjcxzMnbbOxcAtYmuUQ6gOY-EGafGSvWWYgy2mR-crcF/s72-c/blogger-image--1379767817.jpg" width="72"/></item><item><title>One Step Forward, Two Steps Back</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2014/05/one-step-forward-two-steps-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2014 00:50:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-5612712296359016052</guid><description>
These last couple months have been, umm, interesting.


I went in for a minor procedure early last month which turned out to be, well, not exactly what I expected and extremely painful.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness I&amp;nbsp;possess&amp;nbsp;a high tolerance for physical pain and that blessing has come in quite handy over the years.&amp;nbsp; Not only was it painful but I accomplished to attain the one adverse </description></item><item><title>Time Stood Still - Pt. 2</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2014/04/time-stood-still-pt-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Fri, 4 Apr 2014 19:23:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-5073594512516097408</guid><description>CONTINUED&amp;nbsp;FROM LAST&amp;nbsp;POST-

I've never, as far back as I can remember,&amp;nbsp;been&amp;nbsp;much of a sound sleeper.&amp;nbsp; Not a bad attribute if you suspect your teen is&amp;nbsp;sneaking out at night or sense a roaming /&amp;nbsp;Internet voyeuristic partner.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness I've not had to worry about those things.&amp;nbsp; Unlike what I've been told&amp;nbsp;regarding the latter, that ALL men have </description></item><item><title>Time Stood Still - Pt. 1</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2014/03/time-stood-still-pt-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2014 20:56:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-7671003909559544373</guid><description>It's daylight saving time which use to mean I'd have to recalculate in my head the time in which I'd make my phone calls to my brother who lived in Arizona. To make it easier I'd keep one of the clocks in the house set for Arizona&amp;nbsp;time, brilliant,&amp;nbsp;huh? They don't follow the national norm of &amp;nbsp;"spring ahead, fall behind" which meant I never had to change the time on my "Arizona clock</description></item><item><title>Open Your Eyes, Avoid The Possible Perils </title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2014/01/open-your-eyes-avoid-possible-perils.html</link><category>children</category><category>Dangers</category><category>parenting</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jan 2014 01:20:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-3821241345183617213</guid><description>
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My children are the most important thing in my life, I would give up my own for them.&amp;nbsp; When they are happy, I am happy, when they are sad, I am sad, and when they hurt, I hurt.

I've known and seen parents blatantly put their children in harms way without the thought of the ramifications if something&amp;nbsp;goes awry and danger finds its way to&amp;nbsp;them.&amp;nbsp; I'm reminded&amp;nbsp;of the </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh47LPGmV5c7bX0RCV-R9cVCFuJqBI8ODv8fZcxalSfJWaYB22paZgRysPpgZK5l7oQFuhdeGKmMQXiHC7ojORBZGaT4oUo-7HDmzF446yduUV2jzDDQRJzHoSYMbvwhes2y0DYS_wxaolH/s72-c/image-719038.jpeg" width="72"/></item><item><title>Christmas Memories</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2013/12/christmas-memories.html</link><category>baby</category><category>Bean</category><category>children</category><category>Christmas 2013</category><category>Cruz</category><category>family</category><category>ghosts</category><category>health</category><category>holiday</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Tue, 31 Dec 2013 18:06:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-1453307304368940158</guid><description>





Christmas has always been a wistful and lugubrious holiday&amp;nbsp;for me. &amp;nbsp;From a very young age I've been able to sense and feel the sadness and pain in others and I think that has contributed to it. &amp;nbsp;So many people hurt especially during the holiday seasons and I pick up on that which instinctively causes a deep, for lack of a better word, depression within me. I've learned to try</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiRuNac46Yd73jCp-mavjRs0rQhjqBDJ1A2grOkUHwI0Mhah769EncgEOTKGc9SHgPzSEUsTijR-nWmwxeSRh1yUmInO3F3omhKEw7S5Cdtc99V9jVeYUIW8WtXJQ4C0cBkwmDHqFA4JDs/s72-c/blogger-image--334512145.jpg" width="72"/></item><item><title>Tucson News / Murder</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2013/12/tucson-news-murder.html</link><category>Arizona</category><category>brother</category><category>death</category><category>family</category><category>life</category><category>Tucson</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Sat, 14 Dec 2013 06:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-4268984478996966944</guid><description>
Back in October I got a message from my niece in Tucson. Needless to say she was more than a little upset by the news. This young man is the half-brother of the young man serving 22 years for my brother's murder, he was also one of four involved in it. Released from prison in September he is believed to be the suspect in a double homicide in Phoenix, Arizona.

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Man </description></item><item><title>Wrapped Up in Thoughts</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2013/12/wrapped-up-in-thoughts.html</link><category>baby</category><category>children</category><category>family</category><category>health</category><category>holiday</category><category>life</category><category>the unknown</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Fri, 13 Dec 2013 16:34:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-4604107383545943459</guid><description>




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I sat at the kitchen table&amp;nbsp;yesterday afternoon looking out upon the vast emptiness of the field behind our home, I often do this when there is a lot on my mind. I had finished feeding&amp;nbsp;the baby his lunch a half hour or so earlier and he was restless&amp;nbsp;yet tired. His morning nap was&amp;nbsp;a short intermission from his otherwise bustling self. He&amp;nbsp;lounged comfortably on </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIYx62B9VEI8kES6zMW0g2K24IsFDRvBDVZYAJQS-rUh3bVdbo3_Cxd2IRcUIxERutQDm1VPzQuPx1V6CLTRb1V19RKHxA3mPSqEtn2dZMqDEb9EjURxM2SpDafl-5mocIU1p0oY2edvZg/s72-c/Enjoy.jpg" width="72"/></item><item><title>Blessings</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2013/12/blessings.html</link><category>Bean</category><category>family</category><category>health</category><category>holiday</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Mon, 2 Dec 2013 22:40:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-1520895528294034771</guid><description>This time last year I watched as my daughter and my husband assembled an artificial Christmas tree and decorated it without me.  This year, I had already started pulling out the seasonal decor before the Thanksgiving season even hit. I'm dancing, singing and enjoying the season, anticipating the trimming of the boughs. 



My daughter Mikenna and I sang Christmas songs as I prepared some of our </description></item><item><title>Rewind -- Originally posted in "Life With Baby....Mikki"</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2013/11/rewind-originally-posted-on-life-with.html</link><category>Life With Baby Mikki</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Wed, 13 Nov 2013 23:40:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-1867861554346218393</guid><description>
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It's been over a month since I've posted in here and while I have a slew of posts in draft form I haven't had the time nor energy to revise them. I've been reminded, way too much lately, life is fleeting, so I decided to re-post an entry from "Life With Baby Mikki" on February 14, 2012&amp;nbsp;.

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Rewind 



In college, I remember an assignment for one of my&amp;nbsp;journalism </description></item><item><title> Rolling with the Punches</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2013/10/rolling-with-punches_8.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Tue, 8 Oct 2013 23:46:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-3708694882609015858</guid><description>
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Sometimes you just have to bow your head, say a prayer, and weather the storm.


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Sometimes things don't work out the way you'd like them to.&amp;nbsp;
We are more than&amp;nbsp;a little disappointed this week due to&amp;nbsp;a slight setback;&amp;nbsp;Looks like&amp;nbsp;our plans have changed.
Kenna and I&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;hoped to meet her father Thursday night,&amp;nbsp;he is out of town on business and</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFpgZn9cRU4QVupm26IggErjHaMGo_Np_ckJU1bX36mpDEUhl7J0BDM-1Zw3TPEY1Z4LpZynVcGVddOVXjZsm7qaZCCOqnOpYR5X53p5SNiHjBQ1JEDuBnJprMMbR1sXo5B7nFKl0vLLh/s72-c/weather+the+storm.jpg" width="72"/></item><item><title>Thinking Positive</title><link>http://anniere.blogspot.com/2013/10/thinking-positive.html</link><category>family</category><category>health</category><category>life</category><category>the unknown</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Wed, 2 Oct 2013 14:00:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215945332173101799.post-675382242943534156</guid><description>Another summer has come to an end.&amp;nbsp; It has&amp;nbsp;been a full one, a busy, somewhat hectic one but an enjoyable one nonetheless.&amp;nbsp; I am extremely grateful for the opportunities&amp;nbsp;I have&amp;nbsp;been given and the hope that&amp;nbsp;has arisen from the&amp;nbsp;obstacles&amp;nbsp;that have been set before me.&amp;nbsp; I have been very fortunate. 

Every so often my husband is approached about relocating </description></item></channel></rss>