<?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-5688764580043869778</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:00:38.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a daily basis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogmrandmrs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688764580043869778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogmrandmrs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MR. &amp;amp; MRS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13072498234864332016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfQ_kQ1RXy8/TOF2wEJfLRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Nw1D6V8hmSM/S220/P1000507.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688764580043869778.post-8197273121735608815</id><published>2008-04-06T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:22:30.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday...:(</title><content type='html'>Well folks, finally is the day nobody likes, the day you face reality. All this weekend has been raining. The plan we had was to go to Disney and enjoy the beautiful outdoors. This morning I looked at the window and there was a little bit of sunshine, enough to tease you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; we came up with a plan B. We end up going to my brother's house. We ate some delicious home made cake.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dejana&lt;/span&gt; when to see baby's clothe with my sister in law and i stayed with the boys playing halo. Seriously, we have been planning to go to the parks since last week. Isn't always like that, you planned something and it never happens. This is the reason why i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like to plan anything. I rather go with the flow and let things happen. I guess I better start getting my stuff ready for tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a pleasant weekend! Have a great week and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; work too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688764580043869778-8197273121735608815?l=myblogmrandmrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogmrandmrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8197273121735608815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688764580043869778&amp;postID=8197273121735608815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688764580043869778/posts/default/8197273121735608815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688764580043869778/posts/default/8197273121735608815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogmrandmrs.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday.html' title='Sunday...:('/><author><name>MR. &amp;amp; MRS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13072498234864332016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfQ_kQ1RXy8/TOF2wEJfLRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Nw1D6V8hmSM/S220/P1000507.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688764580043869778.post-1890195015599271334</id><published>2008-04-05T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T18:15:58.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday at the house!</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up and started thinking what we could do today for fun... I cant even begin to think how hard it could be to find something to do in a place like Orlando.  I asked my wife like 5 times what did she wanna to do today and her response ended up with the same question right back at me. How is it possible that we live in Orlando, which by the way it is the most popular vacation spots in the world. Isn't strange that there are people out there right now that have dreamed all their lives to be where I am? How is it so difficult  for you to find something to do in this place or in any place? Would you know the answer to this? If you do, please hit me up.. I really wish there was away you could trade places with people. Like for instance, I would like to be in Europe right now sitting in a cafe drinking a beer, having a smoke and listening to music. I mean is it really that hard to do what you want?  May be I should make a business where people will go and exchange houses for just a weekend...wait, may be not... after 911 this would be a threat for home land security, right?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; I guess is not even about traveling or going some where fancy... I would be happy just by having my friends or family in a nice cook out with a pool and having a few beers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;... Or may be, some where in the ocean with a couple of fishing polls..why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;earlier&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; After all, tomorrow will be another day... another chance to do what I didnt do today. 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am new in the blog thing, but after trying it out you will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;amazed&lt;/span&gt; how much stuff you can come up with. I guess we should thanks Karen for insparing us... we have so much fun reading her blogs every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall continue in another day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688764580043869778-1890195015599271334?l=myblogmrandmrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblogmrandmrs.blogspot.com/feeds/1890195015599271334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688764580043869778&amp;postID=1890195015599271334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688764580043869778/posts/default/1890195015599271334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688764580043869778/posts/default/1890195015599271334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblogmrandmrs.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-at-house.html' title='Saturday at the house!'/><author><name>MR. &amp;amp; MRS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13072498234864332016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfQ_kQ1RXy8/TOF2wEJfLRI/AAAAAAAAABA/Nw1D6V8hmSM/S220/P1000507.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
