<?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-1760927138212014692</id><updated>2011-09-05T03:43:40.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous Matters</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruhoffman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760927138212014692/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruhoffman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Debbie Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04429990637741765625</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760927138212014692.post-6019520231764172575</id><published>2007-02-03T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T03:43:40.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever wonder what a "good day" was for a typical stay-at-home mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how yesterday went:&lt;br /&gt;~Woke up, had coffee and a light breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;~Prepared breakfast for my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;~Posted on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;~Visited from my blogroll.&lt;br /&gt;~Went to a scheduled weekly Bible Study that provides free childcare.&lt;br /&gt;~Had a quick lunch at Costco to include a chocolate and vanilla swirl to share.&lt;br /&gt;~Went to a have a scheduled manicure and pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;~Home for my daughter’s bath time and hair washing.&lt;br /&gt;~Watched an hour of Oprah.&lt;br /&gt;~Dusted and wiped down the television and stand.&lt;br /&gt;~Landscapers cleaned fallen debris in my front yard from the damage of frost weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;~Read more than one passage in my Bible and completed a few pages of homework for study while my daughter napped.&lt;br /&gt;~Brought my car to the gas station to fill up and vacuum out fallen leaves and twigs from our front yard tree.&lt;br /&gt;~Made dinner, ate, and fed my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;~Listened and observed my husband watching a special on Corvettes.&lt;br /&gt;~Cleaned the counters off.&lt;br /&gt;~Cleaned out the frig from last week's unused leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;~Rinsed out both the vegetable and cold cut bins in the frig.&lt;br /&gt;~Conversed with my husband about his job.&lt;br /&gt;~Had a hot uninterrupted shower.&lt;br /&gt;~Read a story to my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;~Went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The successes were small and probably not as significant to those of you who are still single or without children. However, to those who are parents I know you can relate. Yesterday was rewarding considering all its accomplishments. It was a productive day! Unfortunately, this is not a usual occurrence, but when it does, the day is played as a finely tuned orchestra who has practiced and prepared to produce a symphony whereby each hour segues into the next without a hint of transition. I was calm, centered, and valued my choice to be a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760927138212014692-6019520231764172575?l=ruhoffman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruhoffman.blogspot.com/feeds/6019520231764172575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruhoffman.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760927138212014692/posts/default/6019520231764172575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760927138212014692/posts/default/6019520231764172575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruhoffman.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-day.html' title='A Good Day'/><author><name>Debbie Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04429990637741765625</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-1760927138212014692.post-6334075932265121139</id><published>2007-02-01T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T03:42:40.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard that people come into our life for a reason, a season or a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a phenomenal statement filled with wisdom as we sort out which friend is in what category. It certainly puts into perspective those relationships that have drifted, those that remain a source of constant support, and all the rest, which were for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In researching, I found that when friendships birth for a reason is it to fill a specific need or to show us something or vice versa. Friendships for a season are to share, grow, and learn together. Lifetime friendships are for lifetime lessons that build upon one another forming a solid foundation. Furthermore, we are to accept the lessons, love the person, and put what we have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760927138212014692-6334075932265121139?l=ruhoffman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruhoffman.blogspot.com/feeds/6334075932265121139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruhoffman.blogspot.com/2007/02/friendships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760927138212014692/posts/default/6334075932265121139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760927138212014692/posts/default/6334075932265121139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruhoffman.blogspot.com/2007/02/friendships.html' title='Friendships'/><author><name>Debbie Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04429990637741765625</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>
