<?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-748693185828719826</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:26:11.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Acuña Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>acuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869915344544576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THPhFxpLnPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-9g4RkJPcWg/S220/Jami+picnik.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748693185828719826.post-4052620760400543613</id><published>2011-01-26T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T18:09:40.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/TUDTM1YxEaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hrP0ZCzck-M/s1600/kyra%2Bjan%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/TUDTM1YxEaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hrP0ZCzck-M/s400/kyra%2Bjan%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566681356872782242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyra loved Halloween last year and I think she got the hang of it. Today she came to me with her glasses on and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/TUDRNLwMNVI/AAAAAAAAAII/5RZZDYDsCjg/s1600/kyra%2Bjan%2B2011%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/TUDRNLwMNVI/AAAAAAAAAII/5RZZDYDsCjg/s400/kyra%2Bjan%2B2011%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566679163853354322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trick or Treat... Give me candy NOW" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she has it down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748693185828719826-4052620760400543613?l=acuna-acuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/feeds/4052620760400543613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2011/01/trick-or-treat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/4052620760400543613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/4052620760400543613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2011/01/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>acuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869915344544576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THPhFxpLnPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-9g4RkJPcWg/S220/Jami+picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/TUDTM1YxEaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hrP0ZCzck-M/s72-c/kyra%2Bjan%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748693185828719826.post-2129304942521517925</id><published>2010-08-30T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:46:32.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THvp9gpnQJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yFh60F_voKg/s1600/locked-out-of-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THvp9gpnQJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yFh60F_voKg/s400/locked-out-of-house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511255811963699346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on this lovely rainy morning I decided to take the kids to school. When Kyra, Amikai, and I got home we opened the garage and went to open the door to the house only to discover IT WAS LOCKED.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This can't be good" responded Amikai. "Who locked the Door?" (me) "It wasn't me mom" (kyra) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to all the doors and windows around the house, but of course they were all locked. The 15+ keys I was given when we bought the house were all in a perfect place INSIDE THE HOUSE.....Great! So now what???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Checked for any open doors or windows...FAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Attempt to open lock with safety pin and screw driver....FAIL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Prayer....finally success &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kick door open with foot!!!! yay we made it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THvphW5hwmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9Y7NjaSb0oQ/s1600/kick+the+door.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THvphW5hwmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9Y7NjaSb0oQ/s400/kick+the+door.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511255328309756514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Repair broken door frame to the best of ones ability.....still needs paint! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THvpSq9MisI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PlIJRiLA_g8/s1600/IMG00084-20100830-1055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THvpSq9MisI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PlIJRiLA_g8/s400/IMG00084-20100830-1055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511255075995814594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after this ordeal was over I was thinking.... One kick of a foot to knock a door down, and I care about my house because it's mine. But what about someone who does not care? What about a thief? That's all it would take is a little kick on the door or a broken window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THvrWE4HsCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/V9rLPO246kM/s1600/breaking+in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THvrWE4HsCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/V9rLPO246kM/s400/breaking+in.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511257333516709922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came to a couple conclusions...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put a key on my key ring duh....&lt;br /&gt;2. Put a key outside just in case I can't get in the garage and break the door down. &lt;br /&gt;3. If a piece of wood is all that stands between you and your safety then GET A BIGGER GUN......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THvt0GSjK5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/yAOxkEws-yo/s1600/50+cal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THvt0GSjK5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/yAOxkEws-yo/s400/50+cal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511260048315329426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748693185828719826-2129304942521517925?l=acuna-acuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/feeds/2129304942521517925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2010/08/locked-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/2129304942521517925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/2129304942521517925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2010/08/locked-out.html' title='Locked Out'/><author><name>acuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869915344544576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THPhFxpLnPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-9g4RkJPcWg/S220/Jami+picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THvp9gpnQJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yFh60F_voKg/s72-c/locked-out-of-house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748693185828719826.post-4907899202418123294</id><published>2010-08-27T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T07:39:00.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"STUPID HURTS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THfNdpiYkzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9-Ptj-_aN4k/s1600/stupid_hurts_web190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THfNdpiYkzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9-Ptj-_aN4k/s400/stupid_hurts_web190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510098578361062194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THfJcPErpMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Wcb9yCqxeL4/s1600/IMG00075-20100826-1209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THfJcPErpMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Wcb9yCqxeL4/s400/IMG00075-20100826-1209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510094156030780610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amikai my dear Amikai........ It's one thing when your child says something inappropriate and you get to hear about it. When he does it right there with you it seems much more embarrassing. I took the Amikai and Kyra to get an ice cream and a bite to eat at a local hamburger place. As Amikai was sitting there eating his lunch a LARGE man walks by a chair sticking out and runs into it saying "ouch" Amikai simply replies "STUPID HURTS DUDE"................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THfMuWA7rXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_iH5ljctO8o/s1600/STUPID_HURTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THfMuWA7rXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_iH5ljctO8o/s400/STUPID_HURTS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510097765666631026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748693185828719826-4907899202418123294?l=acuna-acuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/feeds/4907899202418123294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2010/08/stupid-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/4907899202418123294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/4907899202418123294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2010/08/stupid-hurts.html' title='&quot;STUPID HURTS&quot;'/><author><name>acuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869915344544576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THPhFxpLnPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-9g4RkJPcWg/S220/Jami+picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THfNdpiYkzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9-Ptj-_aN4k/s72-c/stupid_hurts_web190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748693185828719826.post-2085676722530454411</id><published>2010-08-19T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:36:33.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt Ears and Orange Peels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/TG11x0Ge1xI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-1cU4RBKeZ0/s1600/kyra+picnik+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/TG11x0Ge1xI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-1cU4RBKeZ0/s400/kyra+picnik+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507187418003855122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning Kyra came into my room and told me her ear hurt and she wanted a glass of water and an Orange peel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/TG11JNAVYTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PpEYarRoNlo/s1600/orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/TG11JNAVYTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PpEYarRoNlo/s400/orange.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507186720314319154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I said Kyra we don't have any oranges. Yes we do mom.... Then walked off annoyed with me because I couldn't understand how an orange peel could possibly help her ear. A few minutes later she comes in my room with a bottle of children's Meltaways Tylenol. "ORANGE PILLS SEE MOM" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/TG15VPP131I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Lj8o3gLzkag/s1600/tylenol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/TG15VPP131I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Lj8o3gLzkag/s400/tylenol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507191325121175378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748693185828719826-2085676722530454411?l=acuna-acuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/feeds/2085676722530454411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2010/08/hurt-ears-and-orange-peels.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/2085676722530454411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/2085676722530454411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2010/08/hurt-ears-and-orange-peels.html' title='Hurt Ears and Orange Peels'/><author><name>acuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869915344544576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THPhFxpLnPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-9g4RkJPcWg/S220/Jami+picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/TG11x0Ge1xI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-1cU4RBKeZ0/s72-c/kyra+picnik+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748693185828719826.post-3329260927105545924</id><published>2009-06-16T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:22:16.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SjfBJ_tbbYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/raleCr0hEgw/s1600-h/vacation+09+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SjfBJ_tbbYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/raleCr0hEgw/s400/vacation+09+059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347955459990711682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/Sje5A6bCkxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Tlzc4eIBfi8/s1600-h/running+y+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 87px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/Sje5A6bCkxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Tlzc4eIBfi8/s400/running+y+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347946507859563282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Klamath Falls Oregon this year. We all had a wonderful time. It is so nice to get away from the everyday routine. The Wildlife was so beautiful, I think I found the place I would like to retire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SjfB_9CdRdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7_f7jGbGe3M/s1600-h/vacation+09+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SjfB_9CdRdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7_f7jGbGe3M/s400/vacation+09+105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347956386986542546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we were driving back from site seeing and a huge Eagle flew right in front of us to catch a ground squirrel. We had to stop so we did not hit it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/Sje5K3iqf-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Zv2qw6c78uE/s1600-h/bald+eagle+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/Sje5K3iqf-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Zv2qw6c78uE/s400/bald+eagle+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347946678884925410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day a blue jay was playing on our patio while we were enjoying breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/Sje6hPVEwiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NONZFLtftLU/s1600-h/vacation+09+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/Sje6hPVEwiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NONZFLtftLU/s400/vacation+09+043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347948162739126818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/Sje-UOqo7aI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MEUTlnBP8nE/s1600-h/blue+jay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 102px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/Sje-UOqo7aI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MEUTlnBP8nE/s400/blue+jay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347952337269353890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of all the kids sitting on the couch just making silly faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/Sje_nl4dUyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HQ8wgcyzP5M/s1600-h/vacation+09+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/Sje_nl4dUyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HQ8wgcyzP5M/s400/vacation+09+110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347953769430471458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Andy enjoyed playing with the kids. What a good dad he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SjfDK5PqhqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/E9_Nsh5lD-4/s1600-h/vacation+09+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SjfDK5PqhqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/E9_Nsh5lD-4/s400/vacation+09+086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347957674458384034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SjfGll-pmjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TsSN1yqLf20/s1600-h/vacation+09+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SjfGll-pmjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TsSN1yqLf20/s400/vacation+09+083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347961431678097970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748693185828719826-3329260927105545924?l=acuna-acuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/feeds/3329260927105545924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacation-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/3329260927105545924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/3329260927105545924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacation-2009.html' title='Vacation 2009'/><author><name>acuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869915344544576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THPhFxpLnPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-9g4RkJPcWg/S220/Jami+picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SjfBJ_tbbYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/raleCr0hEgw/s72-c/vacation+09+059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748693185828719826.post-6174998705415681127</id><published>2009-05-19T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:31:07.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/ShMI5kl0wYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HJsb5jJwti8/s1600-h/3357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/ShMI5kl0wYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HJsb5jJwti8/s320/3357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337619768532058498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Ready for Almost Anything! Swine flu??? Bring it on.....lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748693185828719826-6174998705415681127?l=acuna-acuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/feeds/6174998705415681127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-ready.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/6174998705415681127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/6174998705415681127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-ready.html' title='Are you ready?'/><author><name>acuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869915344544576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THPhFxpLnPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-9g4RkJPcWg/S220/Jami+picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/ShMI5kl0wYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HJsb5jJwti8/s72-c/3357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748693185828719826.post-3598809779808648718</id><published>2009-04-20T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:40:11.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BITTERSWEET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SeyzZordt2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rVsiwTPuUc4/s1600-h/kyra+bittersweet+fixed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SeyzZordt2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rVsiwTPuUc4/s320/kyra+bittersweet+fixed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326829712270276450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this may come as a shock to most of you but I have a bittersweet little girl living in my house. Like a grapefruit, it looks so tempting on the outside and then you open it up and it's even more tempting to take a "what you think" is going to be a SWEET juicy taste of this beautiful fruit. Then you put your lips up to this fruit and it burns your mouth with this disgusting bitter taste that leaves you wishing you had never tasted it to begin with. &lt;br /&gt;Kyra is like a grapefruit so cute so beautiful, and as long as you don't get close to her your fine. If you even think about getting close to her she will reel you in even closer with her cute little I love yous, her smiling face, and cute little dancing body, then when you think you are good and close and you go to kiss her she bites your lip, then giggles in delight. Wait until you try to sleep, just ask Amikai. She looks so cute when you close you eyes then she strikes pinching, and poking, and laughing the whole time. What a cute little stinker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748693185828719826-3598809779808648718?l=acuna-acuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/feeds/3598809779808648718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2009/04/bittersweet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/3598809779808648718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/3598809779808648718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2009/04/bittersweet.html' title='BITTERSWEET'/><author><name>acuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869915344544576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THPhFxpLnPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-9g4RkJPcWg/S220/Jami+picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SeyzZordt2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rVsiwTPuUc4/s72-c/kyra+bittersweet+fixed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748693185828719826.post-1755405652926445617</id><published>2009-04-15T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:29:05.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SeYnZv8A2AI/AAAAAAAAACo/XsBSWFEnag4/s1600-h/cocoa+finished.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SeYnZv8A2AI/AAAAAAAAACo/XsBSWFEnag4/s320/cocoa+finished.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324986932730583042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Amikai went to the dentist, he did so well I asked him what he wanted to do for being so good. He said I want a Guinea pig....... OK, I said a little surprised at his response. I took him to the pet store, only to look at them of course. Well when I saw how cute they were I couldn't resist. The look on his face when he held the Guinea pig, it would have been almost impossible to say no. So today I introduce you to Cocoa. Amikai came up with his name by process of elimination. First he said look mom he is brown like poop. I said should we call him poop? NO.... he giggled. What else is brown I asked? He looked around and saw a display of candy, picked up a chocolate bar and said this is brown. I said OK Cocoa it is. He is so cute and cuddly. He has been in my arms all morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748693185828719826-1755405652926445617?l=acuna-acuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/feeds/1755405652926445617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-new-addition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/1755405652926445617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/1755405652926445617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-new-addition.html' title='Our new addition'/><author><name>acuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869915344544576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THPhFxpLnPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-9g4RkJPcWg/S220/Jami+picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SeYnZv8A2AI/AAAAAAAAACo/XsBSWFEnag4/s72-c/cocoa+finished.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748693185828719826.post-5227761741353142989</id><published>2009-04-14T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:01:09.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which One is Which?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SeT3x3MEStI/AAAAAAAAACg/D5ba4Hfjrd0/s1600-h/amikai+y+andy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SeT3x3MEStI/AAAAAAAAACg/D5ba4Hfjrd0/s320/amikai+y+andy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324653095458982610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever looked at your child and thought..... Am I raising my husband??? My son looks exactly like my husband and if I didn't have proof you would not know he was mine. He has the same attitude and the same loving tender heart, that with age is masked by "the got to be a man mentality" can't show feelings. I know this tender little boy of mine must be how my husband was as a child. I love em both and It's a good thing my husbands personality and mine get along because otherwise it might be more difficult to raise my son. Just a thought.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748693185828719826-5227761741353142989?l=acuna-acuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/feeds/5227761741353142989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2009/04/which-onw-is-which.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/5227761741353142989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/5227761741353142989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2009/04/which-onw-is-which.html' title='Which One is Which?'/><author><name>acuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869915344544576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THPhFxpLnPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-9g4RkJPcWg/S220/Jami+picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SeT3x3MEStI/AAAAAAAAACg/D5ba4Hfjrd0/s72-c/amikai+y+andy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748693185828719826.post-7633331563165079679</id><published>2009-04-13T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:08:23.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one of the joys of motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SePTnzuRDcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/S9-TxqbTNtM/s1600-h/DSC01122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SePTnzuRDcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/S9-TxqbTNtM/s320/DSC01122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324331865334681026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SePRU-o24XI/AAAAAAAAACI/7kP-6YeWFTQ/s1600-h/DSC01120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SePRU-o24XI/AAAAAAAAACI/7kP-6YeWFTQ/s320/DSC01120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324329342824014194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the kitchen cooking lunch and Kyra was asleep on the couch. Amikai was watching a movie. When I went in to get the kids for lunch I found Amikai sound asleep half on and half off the couch with his arm over his sister. &lt;br /&gt;To love your brother or sister is one of the greatest things you can do. They will always be there for you when you need them, regardless of your faults. I love my family and I love it when my kids love each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748693185828719826-7633331563165079679?l=acuna-acuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/feeds/7633331563165079679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-joys-of-motherhood.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/7633331563165079679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/7633331563165079679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-joys-of-motherhood.html' title='one of the joys of motherhood'/><author><name>acuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869915344544576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THPhFxpLnPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-9g4RkJPcWg/S220/Jami+picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SePTnzuRDcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/S9-TxqbTNtM/s72-c/DSC01122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748693185828719826.post-8541857135131823838</id><published>2009-04-13T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:14:06.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SeNyx3H0x-I/AAAAAAAAACA/h_GEqIz66-g/s1600-h/choice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SeNyx3H0x-I/AAAAAAAAACA/h_GEqIz66-g/s320/choice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324225385417983970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the day..........today is the day I need to mow the lawn. Today is the day I need to clean the house. Today's the day I need to have dinner ready on time. Today perhaps is the day I need to take the kids to the park to play. Today is the day I need to prepare for Young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt;. Or maybe, just maybe today is the day I will start my blog. As if I don't have better things to do then sit on the computer and blog, blog, blog. As if anyone really cares what I have to say anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt; the power of choice..... If I do not mow my lawn today, it will rain tomorrow and it will grow even longer therefore making it harder to mow another day. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; and if I do not get my house back in order after a wonderful Easter weekend then the rest of the week will go down hill. Dinner who needs it? Kids who wants em'? Today if I do not do my Young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Women's&lt;/span&gt; calling I will be all alone because my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;counselor&lt;/span&gt; is leaving for four months :(&lt;br /&gt;But..... If.....just maybe.......I justify &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; this blog it might give me the energy to accomplish all the other tasks I need to do today. Yeah I like it! So here it is THE BLOG........... Yeah right like this is going to give me energy.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; And so the BLOG has begun......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748693185828719826-8541857135131823838?l=acuna-acuna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/feeds/8541857135131823838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/8541857135131823838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748693185828719826/posts/default/8541857135131823838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuna-acuna.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-day.html' title='Today&apos;s the day'/><author><name>acuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869915344544576161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/THPhFxpLnPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-9g4RkJPcWg/S220/Jami+picnik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCYEkNbQJsc/SeNyx3H0x-I/AAAAAAAAACA/h_GEqIz66-g/s72-c/choice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
