<?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-5736027522284427570</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:17:16.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Time Around</title><subtitle type='html'>A quick look into our busy lives...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruhefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736027522284427570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruhefamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16506379855848890614</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736027522284427570.post-8683082973428769178</id><published>2009-02-18T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:30:20.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>After a week and a half of being sick, I feel almost alive again.  Yippie!  Get tired easy, but other than that, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a quick trip to TH this weekend...ok, just Saturday night.  Ate supper w/ Dawn, Bob, Billie, and James - and then went back to Billie &amp;amp; James' house to play Rock Band.  We had to share the Wii w/ the kids - which was lots of fun.  No - I did NOT sing.  ha ha  Came home Sunday - I was not feeling very good then, either.  Missed seeing both sets of parents.  :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenzi's 5th grade bball team played in a tournament and came in 3rd.  They even got a trophy!  I have pics from another parent, but have to get loaded.  I hate to say it, but I'm glad the season is over.   Guess what - softball sign ups are next week.  Then track starts, too.  AACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling to Indy this Saturday - girls have orthodontist appts in Greenwood.  Will find out if Miss Lenzi gets braces or not.  She's been wearing a retainer for a yr - following the lovely palate spacer she had on for 6mths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith's faithfully walking on the treadmill...me, I can't seem to motivate myself.  4:30 am comes too soon, and then by evening I'm ready for bed!!  I know...I need to get moving!!! ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe my baby girl turns 11 in one month.  And, my older baby girl turns 14 in May!  We've been letting her drive a little her and there - remember we live in middle of nowhere, so there's lots of gravel roads that are traveled very little.  Keith even let her drive his truck...yeah, I was shocked.  He's loving it, though.  Keep telling her I'm going to find a stick shift car to make her learn to drive!  ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736027522284427570-8683082973428769178?l=ruhefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruhefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8683082973428769178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruhefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736027522284427570/posts/default/8683082973428769178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736027522284427570/posts/default/8683082973428769178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruhefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16506379855848890614</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-5736027522284427570.post-8148477180362574238</id><published>2009-01-25T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:30:17.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith turns 43</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SXzw5ahyTVI/AAAAAAAAABU/dc4dD2dhGk4/s1600-h/IMG_2261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295372131045100882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SXzw5ahyTVI/AAAAAAAAABU/dc4dD2dhGk4/s320/IMG_2261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On Tuesday 1/20/09- the day history was made, Keith also made history - he turned &lt;strong&gt;43!!   &lt;/strong&gt;We made him a cake and had to hide it and his present in Lenzi's room.  Lenzi had a game that night, so the celebration had to wait until after the game.  Here's the birthday boy with 2 girls that stole his heart long ago!  The girls decided to stand on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chairs to be 'taller' than Keith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.  Lexi swears she's going to be as tall as him.  HA HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SXzw5Cj2YOI/AAAAAAAAABM/UghRumSmXgI/s1600-h/IMG_2253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295372124611305698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SXzw5Cj2YOI/AAAAAAAAABM/UghRumSmXgI/s320/IMG_2253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Three very windy people! Lexi made the #43 with the single candles we had. When they blew out the candles there was a huge smoke cloud in our kitchen. I was sure the fire alarm was going to sound!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SXzw5_HNrVI/AAAAAAAAABc/MbRrHKeTX7w/s1600-h/IMG_2262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295372140865760594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SXzw5_HNrVI/AAAAAAAAABc/MbRrHKeTX7w/s320/IMG_2262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here's me with the birthday boy.  Hard to believe we've been together only (almost) six years.  Seems like we've been together forever - in the very best of ways.  He brings so much happiness to my life - and the lives of the girls.  I love his laugh - and he laughs at me often.  He's the most patient man I know.  I never knew until him, that the simplest things in live bring the most joy.  I remember when we first started dating he told me he was just a simple man who wanted a simple life.  Well, so much for the simple life, honey!  We love you to the moon and back a gazillion times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736027522284427570-8148477180362574238?l=ruhefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruhefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8148477180362574238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruhefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/keith-turns-43.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736027522284427570/posts/default/8148477180362574238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736027522284427570/posts/default/8148477180362574238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruhefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/keith-turns-43.html' title='Keith turns 43'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16506379855848890614</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SXzw5ahyTVI/AAAAAAAAABU/dc4dD2dhGk4/s72-c/IMG_2261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736027522284427570.post-6405781430054197333</id><published>2009-01-17T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:09:45.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Nazi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That is EXACTLY what my husband is. He was up early barking orders, and instigating all kinds of chaos on our home this morning. He acts like he's so serious and talks firmly to the girls, then turns to me w/ this big "cat that ate the mouse" grin. He's rotten! Tory (our neighbor &amp;amp; great friend!) said Keith has to have the house so clean we can eat off the floors. Pretty close. Problem is, I'm almost as bad. Billie &amp;amp; Dawn (lovingly) give me a hard time about my obsessive organization. I just can't help it. What was that movie...had Julie Roberts in it, and her husband insisted that all things be in their place, that all labels faced the same direction w/ the same amount of space between them...that would be me!! I have to laugh at myself sometimes. Ok, a lot. I could blame my mom...after all, we always had to organize our grocery carts when we'd go the grocery store every six months. All cold stuff, all boxed stuff, all cleaning...it all had to be in it's own cart - and bagged that way, too. To this day, I still shop that way, and put my things in order before they bag them. If they bag them wrong, I fix it. See, isn't that something to laugh at?? It's me, though. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SXJPNn2iAVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/T0Jga2efRz4/s1600-h/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292379607568351570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SXJPNn2iAVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/T0Jga2efRz4/s320/IMG_1984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SXJPOSLnu_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GtC3LjzAJNs/s1600-h/IMG_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292379618931096562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SXJPOSLnu_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GtC3LjzAJNs/s320/IMG_1797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here's Lenzi with her Guinea pig, Willie. I would have never thought she'd want one of these things. I have yet to hold it. It's funny, he' KNOWS when Lenzi is home, and he goes crazy and chatters. The other picture is how when found her one evening - on her bed, sound a sleep and he was just cuddled up next to her, as content as can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SXJUqZYg0TI/AAAAAAAAABE/d1FgvSUOCac/s1600-h/IMG_2106.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292385599458693426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SXJUqZYg0TI/AAAAAAAAABE/d1FgvSUOCac/s320/IMG_2106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here's Lexi jamming out with Guitar Hero World Tour, and can you see what is in her hand???  Her darn cell phone!  She's a multi-tasker, and it drives us nuts!!!  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SXJSniR-_AI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Cg6_pjbJQbw/s1600-h/IMG_2107.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292383351284366338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SXJSniR-_AI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Cg6_pjbJQbw/s320/IMG_2107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's poor Zoey, feeling neglected, sitting in the bean bag in the same room.  Poor puppy.  :o(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736027522284427570-6405781430054197333?l=ruhefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruhefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6405781430054197333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruhefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/cleaning-nazi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736027522284427570/posts/default/6405781430054197333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736027522284427570/posts/default/6405781430054197333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruhefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/cleaning-nazi.html' title='Cleaning Nazi'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16506379855848890614</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SXJPNn2iAVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/T0Jga2efRz4/s72-c/IMG_1984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736027522284427570.post-2607162264459134866</id><published>2009-01-15T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:14:50.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For my mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SW-yMFhDO5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/p70T_OjIJy4/s1600-h/IMG_2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291644007892597650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SW-yMFhDO5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/p70T_OjIJy4/s320/IMG_2185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Lenzi at her bball game Monday night. We played North Knox and won. Lenzi had 2 pts and 4 steals. This is her 1st year to play, and she loves it. She gets so excited each time she's in the starting 5 - which has been all but one game. She's funny, she has to make sure she finds me in the stands and points out to me that she's starting. ha ha She has a really good coach that has taken the time to encourage her and work w/ her. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SW-4GJnMWgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pTGjF0Gohr8/s1600-h/IMG_2080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291650502982654466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SW-4GJnMWgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pTGjF0Gohr8/s320/IMG_2080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of Lenzi w/her new bball she got for Christmas. One of the doctors I work for told me that @ a bball clinic he went to years ago, he was told that if he wanted be a good bball player to take the bball w/him wherever he went, even to sleep w/it. He said he's had his son do it, and he's improved. I told Lenzi the story, so you can guess where her bball is at. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of Lexi with her volleyball that she got for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291652776157707858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SW-6Kd2W_lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/f-n0VlULVMo/s320/IMG_2074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She gave up cheerleading this year for volleyball. I was sad at first, but I'm ok w/ it now. She does love it and I love watching her play. She's growing up so fast, it makes me sad. She's such a goof ball. She's into boys, texting, and being a social butterfly. She told me tonight that she's just going to do volleyball, track and then the summer softball. Tried to convince her to play jr high softball, but she said no because it will interfere with track. I love watching her play softball almost as much as I loved watching her play soccer - which our school does not offer, as it would conflict w/ football. Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SW_BWPEQ7TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CSZ066aMJWQ/s1600-h/IMG_2093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291660674929323314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SW_BWPEQ7TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CSZ066aMJWQ/s320/IMG_2093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what goes on at our house most evenings that we aren't running from one place to another.  The girls got a Wii for Christmas, and I have to admit Keith and I like it almost as much as the girls do.  We removed our dining room table and made our dining room into the game room.  Ha ha. Not like we used the dining room anyway!  Stormi, we have put your tv to good use!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not much else is going on.  We're enjoying being home after all the travel during the holidays. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom, I hope you have a smile on your face, after all, I'm blogging for your sake.  Love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736027522284427570-2607162264459134866?l=ruhefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruhefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2607162264459134866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruhefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-my-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736027522284427570/posts/default/2607162264459134866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736027522284427570/posts/default/2607162264459134866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruhefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-my-mom.html' title='For my mom...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16506379855848890614</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aQ_rC6gC8CY/SW-yMFhDO5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/p70T_OjIJy4/s72-c/IMG_2185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
