<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:20:17.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinkpuppyfeet</title><subtitle type='html'>All about the life and times of my family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-110658108967632674</id><published>2005-01-24T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T10:38:09.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for Parents and Others Caring for Those with Autism</title><content type='html'>Prayer for Parents and Others Caring for Those with Autism&lt;br /&gt;Lord, This person you have entrusted me to care for is autistic. Help me to teach him/her: how to pray, get accurate information, how to laugh, self-discipline, self-respect, honesty, patience, all about love. Lord, I am aware that I cannot give what I do not have. Therefore I commit to caring for myself physically, mentally, and emotionally to the best of my ability. Sometimes the pressures of this world fall heavy upon my shoulders Lord. This child can be so demanding, so needy, so challenging, that I sometimes feel I have little or nothing left to give the rest of my family. Lord, please give me strength and stamina and patience to raise this child/care for this person. I realize You have called me to the highest assignment in this world and therefore you do expect my best. I will try not to let You down. Lord help me to always see the good in ______. Let me always be reminded of how much more my life is being enhanced by this child of God. Let me remember that You chose me to care for him/her, for Your special reasons that I can't understand right now, but that it makes me very special to You for accepting the job. Surround me with good friends who understand and support rather than judge and pity. Help me take it one day at a time, and on really bad days - one hour at a time. Lord, send the angels to protect my child when I am not around. Lastly, because of the greatest fear of all parents who have a disabled child, when my time is up, let me have a sense of security that _____ will be cared for by someone who loves him/her as much as me. In Jesus' Name I Pray, Amen By: Peggy Marie Pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-110658108967632674?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110658108967632674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=110658108967632674' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/110658108967632674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/110658108967632674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2005/01/prayer-for-parents-and-others-caring.html' title='Prayer for Parents and Others Caring for Those with Autism'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-110599091979570971</id><published>2005-01-17T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T14:43:32.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back again  Part 2</title><content type='html'>Well I wanted to finish the last post but had to get going. So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of my parents were in a bad car accident the day after Christmas, down in Florida, They spend the winters there, and both of my parents were in very very bad condition as my step-nephew called saying that I might have to go down there as both of them were in very very bad shape. My dad broke his collar bone as well as some ribs and has a brain bleed as well as having to have is bowel repaired. My mom only had a hole in her lung and was doing better than my dad. The sad part is that neither of them is able to be with the other one while they go through this horrible ordeal. I was told that it is a miracle that they are alive if you had seen the site of their car. I know that their &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Guardian Angels&lt;/span&gt; were watching over them that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I have been able to make all of decisions for their care from my home so that I have not had to go down there. My dad had to go into surgery 3 different times and he was getting confused and did not know why he was in the hospital or why he even had to cough or do what the nurses asked him to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes my son is getting all of the services from the school so that he can succeed in his schooling. I just wish that others with 'typical' children could be a little more understanding that my son is not acting like a spoiled brat but because his brain is wired differently. Like the book titled, "Pretending to Be Normal". As he is doing the best with what he was given and he is one TERRIFIC child that everyone should get to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I just got a call from the hospital saying that my dad is in a regular hospital room but that he still has a long way to go before he is himself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a great day and enjoying the break from work or school since its a Holiday??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-110599091979570971?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110599091979570971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=110599091979570971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/110599091979570971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/110599091979570971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-back-again-part-2.html' title='I&apos;m Back again  Part 2'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-110583446442483430</id><published>2005-01-15T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T19:14:24.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just wanted to say that it has been along time and so much has happened.  As you know I was having some trouble with my son before or just around Thanksgiving and have finally put in place a plan that will help him when he gets out of control at school.  He is still doing good as far as school work goes and is really into computers, weather, history and coins.   I know that he says that he wants to be a Meteorologist when he grows up but yet he is really good with computers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-110583446442483430?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110583446442483430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=110583446442483430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/110583446442483430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/110583446442483430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-back-again.html' title='I&apos;m Back again'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-110117933959401649</id><published>2004-11-20T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T14:31:17.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calgon take me away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What a week. My hubby decided to switch shifts. My son has been home from school for the past week as he had a very bad day at school. He will be going back to school on Monday. I have thought about homeschooling him since he has special needs and has trouble with his social skills. But he sure does know what he wants to do with his life. He says he is going to be a Meterologist when he grows up and work for the Weather Channel. I know he will because he has good grades as he gets more A's than B's. I am so proud of him for all of his hard work. He has started to do work from the 5th grade when he is only in the 4th grade. Yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have been doing good since J has been home and can't wait till Thanksgiving as then hubby will be home for 4 days. We are going to start working on our basement to redo it. I can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;More in a few days. And thanks for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-110117933959401649?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110117933959401649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=110117933959401649' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/110117933959401649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/110117933959401649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/11/calgon-take-me-away.html' title='Calgon take me away'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-110076182519717680</id><published>2004-11-16T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T02:10:25.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have not posted in a long time as I have been having to deal with the school since my son is having a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back soon.   Thanks Mrs. Diamond for stopping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-110076182519717680?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110076182519717680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=110076182519717680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/110076182519717680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/110076182519717680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/11/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-110027770362849326</id><published>2004-11-02T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T11:41:43.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>Well I wanted to say that my hubby R was home from work today and after the kids got on the bus he and I went to vote and then we went out for breakfast.   Ok it was only McD's but he really likes there Sausage McMuffin with egg meal and besides it was nice to just be there as a couple.   Then at noon S came home from school and we all spent the afternoon reading and doing some yard work before J got home from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-110027770362849326?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110027770362849326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=110027770362849326' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/110027770362849326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/110027770362849326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/11/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109936594067200798</id><published>2004-11-01T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T22:28:42.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture</title><content type='html'>I wanted to post a picture of the kids in our backyard so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/1618/1024/J%20&amp;%20S%20jumping%20in%20the%20leaves%2010%2030%2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/1618/400/J%20%26%20S%20jumping%20in%20the%20leaves%2010%2030%2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J &amp; S jumping in the leaves 10 30 04 &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109936594067200798?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109936594067200798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109936594067200798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109936594067200798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109936594067200798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/11/picture.html' title='Picture'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109919570900778101</id><published>2004-10-30T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T00:10:34.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun fun fun</title><content type='html'>Well hubby R and the kids spent the day outside raking leaves into a big pile at the bottom of the slide as the kids like to jump in them. The other leaves that we did not rake up I just cut up with the lawn mower when I cut the grass. S asked her daddy to cover her up with leaves and all that stuck out was her head....so I ask R to go get the digital camera and take some of her when she was buried in the big pile of leaves. I will have to post them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course since this is the first year that I have raked leaves I have sore muscles. But that is ok as I love to see the expressions on S's face as she is playing in the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Halloween.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109919570900778101?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109919570900778101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109919570900778101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109919570900778101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109919570900778101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun fun fun'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109911019927089982</id><published>2004-10-29T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T23:52:55.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Well here are my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent my children off to school this morning and knew that my daughter S(grade K) had a Halloween Party so I decided to surprise her and just come to the party.  She sure was happy to see me.  They got to go around to other classrooms so that the other kids could see their costumes.....  S decided that she wanted to be Piglet as this is her favorite from the Hundred Acre Wood.&lt;br /&gt;  So I did take a few pictures as this is what I did when J was in K.    I then was able to bring her home after school and we had lunch and then spent time writing words as she is really into letters and numbers as well as reading.   She came home with a picture that she drew of me and at the top she wrote all by herself, "I see a Mommy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son J(4th grade) had his Halloween Party in the afternoon but I choose not to attend as he did not ask me to come to the party which was fine with me.   He is going as a Giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109911019927089982?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109911019927089982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109911019927089982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109911019927089982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109911019927089982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-thoughts.html' title='My Thoughts'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109899643272607210</id><published>2004-10-28T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T15:25:13.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy its been a week</title><content type='html'>Well lets see its been a week or so since I last blogged. Like trouble at school, field trips, leaving school early. and more but I will come back later to update this as the troops are hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here it is later and I ended up having to pick my son J up early from school as he was having a had time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will have a post called My Thoughts so that I can tell you about my family and some of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109899643272607210?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109899643272607210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109899643272607210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109899643272607210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109899643272607210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/boy-its-been-week.html' title='Boy its been a week'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109820065991900657</id><published>2004-10-17T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T11:44:19.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the Day...</title><content type='html'>"I know of nobody who is purely autistic or purely neurotypical.&lt;br /&gt;Even God had some autistic moments, which is why the planets all spin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Jerry Newport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109820065991900657?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109820065991900657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109820065991900657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109820065991900657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109820065991900657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the Day...'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109780284462934667</id><published>2004-10-12T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T09:45:56.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Makes Explosive Discovery </title><content type='html'>Monday, October 04, 2004&lt;br /&gt;Residents of a Florida coastal community found something interesting in the wake of Hurricane Jeanne — a World War II-era missile, complete with live warhead, buried under a driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have seen other bombs and depth charges wash up before, but that is unusual to find it underneath the driveway," Pat Schulke, who lives across the street in an unincorporated part of Indian River County (&lt;a href="http://search.foxnews.com/info.foxnws/redirs_all.htm?pgtarg=wbsdogpile&amp;qcat=web&amp;amp;qkw=Indian%20River%20County" target="_blank"&gt;search&lt;/a&gt;), told the Vero Beach Press Journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pounding waves generated by Jeanne washed away most of the beachfront driveway, revealing several feet of a rocket poking out of the sand, tail fins and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[Bombs] have washed up in the past, but not usually found within a community," said Detective Joe Flescher from the county sheriff's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experts from Patrick Air Force Base (&lt;a href="http://search.foxnews.com/info.foxnws/redirs_all.htm?pgtarg=wbsdogpile&amp;qcat=web&amp;amp;qkw=Patrick%20Air%20Force%20Base" target="_blank"&gt;search&lt;/a&gt;) up the coast identified the rocket as a "Tiny Tim," a 10-foot-long air-to-ground missile carrying a 500-pound bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flescher explained that 60 years ago, the barrier island opposite Vero Beach was a training ground for the U.S. military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordnance disposal personnel from the Air Force base determined the warhead was live, and moved it elsewhere for detonation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It sounded like a large firework going off," said Lt. David Dangerfield of the Indian River County Fire-Rescue department, who was about half a mile away. "Dirt shot right up in the air, and I felt a minimum percussion from it. The bomb was live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,134333,00.html"&gt;http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,134333,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109780284462934667?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109780284462934667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109780284462934667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109780284462934667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109780284462934667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/hurricane-makes-explosive-discovery.html' title='Hurricane Makes Explosive Discovery '/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109753630145726350</id><published>2004-10-11T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T19:11:41.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/1618/1024/Superman.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/1618/400/Superman.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad Day &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109753630145726350?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109753630145726350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109753630145726350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109753630145726350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109753630145726350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/sad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109726717445568739</id><published>2004-10-08T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T16:26:14.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/1618/1024/We&amp;#39;ve%20Moved1.3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/1618/400/We&amp;#39;ve%20Moved1.3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida got tired of the weather and here is where they moved.  LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109726717445568739?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109726717445568739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109726717445568739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109726717445568739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109726717445568739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/florida-got-tired-of-weather-and-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109708658819296985</id><published>2004-10-06T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T11:36:54.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know ???</title><content type='html'>Did you know that when you envy someone, it's because you really like that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that those who appear to be very strong in heart, are real weak and most succeptible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that those who spend their time protecting others are the ones that really need some one to protect them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the three most difficult things to say are :&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Sorry and help me?&lt;br /&gt;The people who say these are actually in need of them or really feel them, and are the ones you really need to treasure, because they have said them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that people who occupy themselves by keeping others company orhelping others are the ones that actually need your company and help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that those who dress in red are more confident in themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that those who dress in yellow are those that enjoy theirbeauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that those who dress in black, are those who want to be unnoticed and need your help and understanding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that when you help someone, the help is returned in two folds?Did you know that those who need more of you are those that don't mention it to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that it's easier to say what you feel in writing than saying it to someone in the face?But did you know that it has more value when you sayit to their face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that what is most difficult for you to say or do is much more valuable than anything that is valuable that you can buy with money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that if you ask for something in faith, your wishes are granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that you can make your dreams come true, like falling in love, becoming rich, staying healthy, if you ask for it by faith, and if you really knew, you'd be surprised by what you could do.But don't believe everything I tell you, until you try it for yourself , if you know someone that is in need of something that I mentioned, and you know that you can help, you'll see that it will be returned in two-fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU COULD ALWAYS COUNT ON ME???... AT THE MOMENT, TIME AND PLACE THAT YOU NEED ME, CALL ME, I WILL BE THERE WITH YOU !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One day, we will change the world...or we are already changing it " THE BALL IS NOW IN YOUR COURT... If the world were to end in 24 hours, all thephone lines, chat rooms and e-mails will be saturated from people sending messages to others, saying: "I regret having made you feel bad", "Pardon me" "I love you", "I hold you in high esteem", take good care of yourself" andsometimes "I have always loved you, only I never told you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the ball of FRIENDSHIP is in your court, send this to those whotruly are your friends (including me if I am one). Also, do not feel bad ifno one sends this back to you in the end, you'll find out that you'll get to keep the ball for other people want more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is what you have to do...&lt;br /&gt;Send to ALL your FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109708658819296985?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109708658819296985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109708658819296985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109708658819296985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109708658819296985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know ???'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109690995020976766</id><published>2004-10-04T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T13:59:24.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New week</title><content type='html'>I had to have the sprinkler guy come and blow out all the lines since we are going to get down to 30 degrees here tonight. And since the kids were home from school today I let them watch how it was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son J is here trying to figure out how my wireless mouse works on my laptop, lol. My daughter S is saying "Don't let the mouse bite you"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109690995020976766?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109690995020976766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109690995020976766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109690995020976766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109690995020976766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/new-week.html' title='New week'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109686404864322750</id><published>2004-10-03T23:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T14:19:30.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden</title><content type='html'>We had to cut our sunflowers down since they were ready and we are drying them for a few weeks and then we can soak them in salt and dry them in the oven and then have salted sunflower seeds or we can just eat them the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also waiting for the rest of the tomatoes to ripen or if they don't then we will have Fried Green Tomatoes for dinner one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109686404864322750?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109686404864322750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109686404864322750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109686404864322750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109686404864322750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/garden.html' title='Garden'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109663672369970632</id><published>2004-10-01T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T09:22:10.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So far so good</title><content type='html'>Well as I posted on Wednesday about the kids riding the bus and wondering if they would get on yesterday(Thurs) and today.....They did just great. Got on, sat down and then I came in and started to clean. It sure would be nice sometime to have a brand new house so that I could not have to declutter as I would make sure not to take all of this stuff/junk to a brand new house. I have seen in some houses that are spotless and wonder how they do it even though they have children. I would rather spend time with my children than have a spotless house. Although someday I will. Besides my 5 yr old loves to help with the chores around here as she likes to vacuum, dust, fold whites as in towels and socks while I fold the shirts, she even helps with the yard work as in pulling weeds, and helps take care of the garden.....I of course an right there with her and she is learning from me how to do all of this and plus we have a good time being with each other and when we are done we will swing on the swings. She is a good helper around here. I am glad/happy to call her MY daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109663672369970632?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109663672369970632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109663672369970632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109663672369970632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109663672369970632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-far-so-good.html' title='So far so good'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109643460058020745</id><published>2004-09-28T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T01:11:25.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well all is....</title><content type='html'>getting better here as J and S have been riding J's bus to school and doing really good and they get a little toy if they get on and stay seated till they get to school. Now the test will come on Thursday when they don't have someone riding the bus with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby only has 3 more weeks of his building class and then he can get his licence and then maybe think about retiring. I am so excited for him and us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well more tomorrow as it is late and need my sleep so I can get some more things done around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109643460058020745?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109643460058020745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109643460058020745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109643460058020745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109643460058020745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-all-is.html' title='Well all is....'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109634725430327783</id><published>2004-09-27T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T00:54:14.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry more tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Well here it is almost the next day and I have not written anything as I have lots to write about.  But since it is late I will have to blog in the am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until the morning everyone have a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109634725430327783?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109634725430327783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109634725430327783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109634725430327783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109634725430327783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/sorry-more-tomorrow.html' title='Sorry more tomorrow'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109594865076535738</id><published>2004-09-23T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T10:15:09.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement at school</title><content type='html'>Well as you know I have been taking J and S to school...well when we got there this morning we were told they were evacuating the school due to the fact that they could smell gas in the front of the school so we all had to go out the back door and wait. The sheriff was called as well as the gas company and they came to see what was what. Sure glad that it was sunny and warmer so that the kids did not have to wait out in the cold. The kids that come on the bus had to wait out in the buses till the all clear was given which was about 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course S says out of the blue, "The school is sick" and J and his friend laughed at what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109594865076535738?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109594865076535738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109594865076535738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109594865076535738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109594865076535738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/excitement-at-school.html' title='Excitement at school'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109591042825134334</id><published>2004-09-22T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T23:33:48.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to say that when J came home from school today he showed me his Government test and he got a B on it.  Then he showed me his Michigan History test and he got a B on that as well.    I am so glad that he is doing so good in school and always tell him that I am really proud of him.    And think he is only in the 4th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109591042825134334?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109591042825134334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109591042825134334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109591042825134334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109591042825134334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109588289526434004</id><published>2004-09-22T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T15:54:55.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Question and more questions</title><content type='html'>Well I was just wondering what makes a good blog?   I mean how do you make it a good one so that others will want to visit and leave comments?    Or  how many times can you visit ones blog to find out if they have written something new??    I mean if you visit once and they have not posted anything new, when do you go back to see if they have posted anything from the last post???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a lame post and I am still new to this.    Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109588289526434004?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109588289526434004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109588289526434004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109588289526434004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109588289526434004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/question-and-more-questions.html' title='Question and more questions'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109578606233661282</id><published>2004-09-21T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T13:38:01.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Up</title><content type='html'>I have it so that starting next week S will be riding on J's bus and will take the regular bus home at noon.     The rest of the week I am taking both of them to school so that they can get there early and then be one of the first kids in class so that they don't have to deal with having the other kids watch as they come in later. It worked this morning as S and I walked J to his class and he put his backpack in his locker and went in the room and picked which lunch he wanted, then got out his books, sat at his desk and said bye to me....I then walked S to her room and kissed her at her classroom door and the teacher came over and said "Good morning S" and took her by the hand and in she went. I then talked to the lady that meets S at the front door and told her what I was doing and she said "Great and it worked".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am so far having a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109578606233661282?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109578606233661282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109578606233661282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109578606233661282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109578606233661282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/looking-up.html' title='Looking Up'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109578665133843003</id><published>2004-09-20T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T13:32:17.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20 years already</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I have been with my hubby for 20 years and it seems just like yesterday we meet. Just doesn't seem like that long ago when we bought our first house, got married, had 2 wonderful children and now we are in our 3rd house. I never thought I would be living in a big fancy home as that was for others.  I like being comfortable and able to afford to stay home with my children and able to buy what we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been through alot in these last 20 yrs such as job layoffs and the passing of my mom and R's dad as well as my dad getting remarried to a wonderful lady who treats my children as her own grandchildren since she loves my dad so much. But then all of this has made both of us strong and more determined to make this marriage work as in this day 20 yrs is a long time to be married. Hubby and I will say to each other, "Wonder what we are doing wrong as no one stays married this long these days"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Remember to never go to bed mad as you might not get to tell your spouse your sorry in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109578665133843003?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109578665133843003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109578665133843003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109578665133843003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109578665133843003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/20-years-already.html' title='20 years already'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109534905256392168</id><published>2004-09-16T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T16:38:40.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a dull day around here</title><content type='html'>Well just when you think that the kids are doing good with going to school then my son J has to pull his stunt of not wanting to stay or be at school. It is very hard on him to understand that he needs to be at school. He is doing really well once he gets there. He brought home his Science Quiz and he got a B and on his Government Quiz he got a B-. On a test/quiz about being a Word Detective they had to answer questions by looking in the Glossary or Index of their textbook to find the right answer.... he got an A-.         He also has mild Autism and is in the 4th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you with children with autism and those of you with neurotypical children, hug them all today and tell them how much you love them, and please, please show patience to your children— we watched some mom last night at a resturant literally hold her two year old in a head lock to get him to eat a piece of orange roughy and yell at him he’d get no chocolate cake—(first of all, give me a break, what two year old wants broiled orange roughy—but I thought to myself lady, you have no idea what things can be like—I hope this is your only problem with your child).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109534905256392168?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109534905256392168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109534905256392168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109534905256392168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109534905256392168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/never-dull-day-around-here.html' title='Never a dull day around here'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109510947806008434</id><published>2004-09-13T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T17:04:38.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/1618/640/Sarah%20and%20James%20at%20Lake%20Seneca.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/1618/320/Sarah%20and%20James%20at%20Lake%20Seneca.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S and J at the lake we visited.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109510947806008434?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109510947806008434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109510947806008434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109510947806008434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109510947806008434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/s-and-j-at-lake-we-visited.html' title=''/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109496435996536525</id><published>2004-09-12T01:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T17:06:38.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed a day</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to say that we went for a long drive yesterday and I have some pictures of the kids that I will upload later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we went for a long drive to look at some property out in southwestern Michigan and ended up driving through Indiana just to look at a lake in Northwest Ohio. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See September 13 for picture of lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109496435996536525?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109496435996536525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109496435996536525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109496435996536525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109496435996536525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/missed-day.html' title='Missed a day'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109487096279730676</id><published>2004-09-10T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T22:52:00.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day thank you</title><content type='html'>Well here is almost the next day and I have not blogged today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a better day today as J, my son, got on his bus and S, my daughter, got on her bus and away they went which left me time to get online and chat with a good friend and what impressed me was that I actually got to hear her voice after a whole year of knowing her and her 6 children.   She is so great and the best friend a girl could have. I could not have found a better friend if she was right in my own neighborhood/backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children had a great day at school and my daughter has already had 3 different days of homework and think she is only in K.    My son J is doing better since the school is helping him to want to be at school and there is a teacher at school that has taken him under her wing and is super with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of us had dinner and  then watched the dvd  Curly Sue which my children love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109487096279730676?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109487096279730676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109487096279730676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109487096279730676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109487096279730676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/good-day-thank-you.html' title='Good Day thank you'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109478803158510234</id><published>2004-09-09T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T23:47:11.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I will be posting here tomorrow as it is late and I have had a busy day with trying to get my children to ride the bus and going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will be back to do a proper post and often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109478803158510234?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109478803158510234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109478803158510234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109478803158510234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109478803158510234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/more-tomorrow.html' title='More tomorrow'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109449614198118192</id><published>2004-09-06T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T14:45:51.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>Well here it is Labor Day and we are just taking it easy. Although we did get to Office Max and pick up a bunch of notebooks as they were only 10 cents, yahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hubby is on his way to the grocery store as we have nothing in the house.   J and S are watching The Fairly Oddparents on tv and then we are going to go out and do some weeding in the garden as well as the flower beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109449614198118192?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109449614198118192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109449614198118192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109449614198118192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109449614198118192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193803.post-109427080661670605</id><published>2004-09-04T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T13:34:19.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Pinkpuppyfeet</title><content type='html'>Here is my first try at blogging, though I'm not so sure of the idea of the whole world reading my random thoughts. This blog is a record of what's going on at our house. This is more for pictures, family news, etc., and as such,  it's more intended for folks who are interested (or feign it, anyway) in the day to day going ons at Pinkpuppyfeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More coming soon. Please leave a comment so that I will know that you have visited. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193803-109427080661670605?l=pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109427080661670605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193803&amp;postID=109427080661670605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109427080661670605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193803/posts/default/109427080661670605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpuppyfeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/welcome-to-pinkpuppyfeet.html' title='Welcome to Pinkpuppyfeet'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17552238318556625834</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>
