<?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-8714223567301531819</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:31:14.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Building Blakes</title><subtitle type='html'>Here is some insight on my little small town life, with big hopes and small worries...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniablake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714223567301531819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniablake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stefania Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420013906718306567</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714223567301531819.post-6307788203323981775</id><published>2010-07-04T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T20:22:23.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>Ahhh the 4th.  Time for Americans to thank the soldiers for our freedom.......&lt;br /&gt;Or wait....&lt;br /&gt;Time for beer and bbq!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ya.... That seems right... How about instead of being with family and thanking God for our freedom and eating good food over good conversation then ending the day with fireworks as a tribute to our freedom, we...... lounge in the sun, drink beer til were throwing up and hanging out with friends of friends.  Ya.... I dont freakin think so.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder how people do it... How they just drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and how about some drinking too.... Amazing Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.  I enjoyed today with my family, minus my father who is down in Florida soaking up all the rain :)  We had a nice day playing volleyball and watching the kids play.  We used to buy sparklers and stuff when we were younger, and hopefully next year well be able to do them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babble babble babble.  Blah bla bla.....&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is hubby's 25th birthday, happy birthday to my husband whom I love with all my heart and soul.  He is my drug....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714223567301531819-6307788203323981775?l=stefaniablake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniablake.blogspot.com/feeds/6307788203323981775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714223567301531819&amp;postID=6307788203323981775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714223567301531819/posts/default/6307788203323981775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714223567301531819/posts/default/6307788203323981775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniablake.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Stefania Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420013906718306567</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-8714223567301531819.post-1687708923365671013</id><published>2010-06-02T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T18:52:35.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf Widow</title><content type='html'>I hate golf....&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything about it.&lt;br /&gt;Its boring.&lt;br /&gt;Its NOT A SPORT, its a skill.&lt;br /&gt;Its longggggg&lt;br /&gt;Its uptight&lt;br /&gt;And it takes away from home life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a golf widow.  Hello.  I'm Stefania.  My husband is obsessed with it and it drives me crazy.  I LOVE the fact he loves something, but its so hard for him to love something I despise.  I've tried getting into it.  Going a few times.... Golfing myself.   Buying clubs etc.. But if I had to choose between laundry and golfing, its laundry everytime.  Golfing is humiliating, and its a 'by' in my eyes.  A way for men to ignore their lives and have an excuse.   "I'm golfing"  Well that means like 4 hours of off time.  Oh and not to mention the bars that are strategically placed at the courses.  I want my husband back.  I want him sober, and I want a conversation that doesn't include the words: golf, hole, shot, score, par, or greens........&lt;br /&gt;God please remind my husband how to seduce me and be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714223567301531819-1687708923365671013?l=stefaniablake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniablake.blogspot.com/feeds/1687708923365671013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714223567301531819&amp;postID=1687708923365671013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714223567301531819/posts/default/1687708923365671013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714223567301531819/posts/default/1687708923365671013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniablake.blogspot.com/2010/06/golf-widow.html' title='Golf Widow'/><author><name>Stefania Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420013906718306567</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-8714223567301531819.post-1881742949760519568</id><published>2010-06-01T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:49:29.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Logging on.</title><content type='html'>For a while now I've been considering getting back on board with blogging.  Not necessarily for people to follow my posts, cause I'm sure noone will.  But because it always used to help to write things down.  And eventhough, life is good right now...  Writing makes me feel content, and free of concern.  So here we go again with posting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;Clayton and I are trying to increase our family size :)  Gina is awesome.  Just the best little girl I've ever met.  She is a handful and bossy as hell, but she is a ball of fire and has smile that would melt the biggest iceburg.  I think she is ready to be a big sister.  She is a little mommy and loves to baby her babies, and kiss booboos, and loves babies everywhere.  So, after talking a few months back we decided these next few months are the months we should try.  May was our first try and found out yesterday, we were unsuccessful.  But no worries here :) It is hella fun trying :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714223567301531819-1881742949760519568?l=stefaniablake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniablake.blogspot.com/feeds/1881742949760519568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714223567301531819&amp;postID=1881742949760519568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714223567301531819/posts/default/1881742949760519568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714223567301531819/posts/default/1881742949760519568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniablake.blogspot.com/2010/06/logging-on.html' title='Logging on.'/><author><name>Stefania Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420013906718306567</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-8714223567301531819.post-1550709067173264053</id><published>2008-07-31T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:07:16.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Why can't things be easy?  Why is life such a challange?  I don't understand why people can't accept help and change.  I don't know why we choose to do things the hard way when there is always something pointing you the other way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714223567301531819-1550709067173264053?l=stefaniablake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniablake.blogspot.com/feeds/1550709067173264053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714223567301531819&amp;postID=1550709067173264053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714223567301531819/posts/default/1550709067173264053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714223567301531819/posts/default/1550709067173264053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniablake.blogspot.com/2008/07/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Stefania Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420013906718306567</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-8714223567301531819.post-2917899122626606394</id><published>2008-07-13T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T10:38:34.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nani</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My grandmother was hospitalized last week...  She hadn't had a bowel movement in over 3 months and decided not to make a big deal out of it..... Come to find out she had a cancerous tumor squeezing her colon and creating a plug for her poo.  Doctors went in and removed it and they believe they got the entire tumor, cancer included....  Thank God for this because that old bird doesn't need to be going anywhere right now.  She is a special piece of our family and losing her would be a tragedy.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714223567301531819-2917899122626606394?l=stefaniablake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniablake.blogspot.com/feeds/2917899122626606394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714223567301531819&amp;postID=2917899122626606394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714223567301531819/posts/default/2917899122626606394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714223567301531819/posts/default/2917899122626606394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniablake.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-nani.html' title='My Nani'/><author><name>Stefania Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420013906718306567</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-8714223567301531819.post-7234286011649152431</id><published>2008-07-13T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T10:36:48.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days gone by</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Days are going by so fast.  Gina is growing up so fast.  Even though I AM enjoying every second and not for once wishing for the day to be over, it is going by so fast and she is doing so much more.  On her way to crawling, she is rocking and rolling... Literally.  Rocking on her hands and knees and rolling across the room.  She has figured out that rocking hard then pushing forward lets her gain an inch or so and she loves it.  She has some new toy friends, she is really starting to get interested in the toys....  And that one bear that every time you touch him he sings or talks to you, she loves... I am getting pretty annoyed with hearing the damn ABC song but she loves it :)  Onto size 2 diapers we are cruising along toddlerhood.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714223567301531819-7234286011649152431?l=stefaniablake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniablake.blogspot.com/feeds/7234286011649152431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714223567301531819&amp;postID=7234286011649152431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714223567301531819/posts/default/7234286011649152431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714223567301531819/posts/default/7234286011649152431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniablake.blogspot.com/2008/07/days-gone-by.html' title='Days gone by'/><author><name>Stefania Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420013906718306567</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-8714223567301531819.post-4518448698076859312</id><published>2008-03-28T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:08:43.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another baby....</title><content type='html'>It really doesn't help my horomones right now having the best baby in the world.  She is unbelievable.  She doesn't cry, fuss, bitch, or anything.  Only when she is hungry does she get antsy and when she is constipated and FINALLY gets a poop out!!  She is a terrific baby and beautiful!  I just look at her and fall head over heals in love with her.  And now that her smiles have started to come fast and furious and her little "ahhhh" when she smiles, it melts me.  Its hard not to want like 6 of her!  I know that the next baby won't be just like her, and hell the next baby might even be a crazy little shit, but having her makes me think that I can do it now....&lt;br /&gt;I know that my pregnancies are tough and they affect pretty much everyone I know.  People at work, my friends, and of course my family.  Not to mention our pockets since I don't work when I'm preggers cause of my issues.  And of course now having a little one around the house, who will take care of her when/if I get hospitalized again???  Clayton can sleep through a tornado and my parents don't need the extra hastle. &lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think that I would be on bedrest pretty early again and if I actually followed it this time, maybe I wouldn't be hospitalized.  And then she would be young still and wouldn't be walking around the house causing disasters and me running after her so I could watch her in bed and around my room....  She would just play and crawl around probably... Right?  haha..... I don't know ugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Of course I would want to lose all this baby weight first.  I almost hit the 200 mark last time and this time I don't want to go over cause I didn't lose the weight!!! &lt;br /&gt;Gym membership here I come.....&lt;br /&gt;But I do know this isn't the time for another baby, but its hard to not want....&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714223567301531819-4518448698076859312?l=stefaniablake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniablake.blogspot.com/feeds/4518448698076859312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714223567301531819&amp;postID=4518448698076859312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714223567301531819/posts/default/4518448698076859312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714223567301531819/posts/default/4518448698076859312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniablake.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-baby.html' title='Another baby....'/><author><name>Stefania Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420013906718306567</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-8714223567301531819.post-5503089228418381700</id><published>2008-03-27T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:36:40.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First time</title><content type='html'>Well this shall be the start of my blog!  I've always wanted a place to shoot the shit and scream about other people so where else then a private area like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714223567301531819-5503089228418381700?l=stefaniablake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefaniablake.blogspot.com/feeds/5503089228418381700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714223567301531819&amp;postID=5503089228418381700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714223567301531819/posts/default/5503089228418381700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714223567301531819/posts/default/5503089228418381700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefaniablake.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-time.html' title='First time'/><author><name>Stefania Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03420013906718306567</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>
