<?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-6293658124574141298</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:37:01.858-07:00</updated><category term='MY MOM'/><title type='text'>This is my life..... REALLY????</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erickwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293658124574141298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erickwilson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GeeGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12303683116892382992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbL39_42nAA/SNXdsd6PMHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_8H81zolSkE/S220/IMG_1031.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-6293658124574141298.post-1829405198647414581</id><published>2008-09-25T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:30:51.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Mom on Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:16;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:16;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:16;color:black;"   &gt;Dear Mom,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:16;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:16;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;Happy Mother’s Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Candles;font-size:16;color:black;"   &gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:16;color:black;"   &gt;. Dad asked us to write a nice letter to you for Mother’s Day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I’m having a hard time thinking of things to write.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not because I cant think of anything nice to say... But I don’t want this to sound like a memorial service.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:16;color:black;"   &gt;How do you tell someone that you love them?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How do you tell someone who has done everything for you that you appreciate them?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to start saying things like “Remember when” or “Remember that time.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You have always been there for me in my life when I need you most.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You always know when and how to give me support or how to say the right things to make me feel good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And now when you need help to feel good I can’t be there to help you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t be there to give you the support you need.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the thing that tears me up inside is I cant figure out what to say to make things for you to feel good and to know that no matter what happens, that everything is going to be ok.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cry almost every night thinking about you and how hard it must be for you to go through this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wish I could just be the one going through this. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:16;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;I do love you mom with all my heart. And I do appreciate everything you have done for me and WILL STILL do for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am a better person for having you to be my mother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am glad I have inherited most of your traits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I’m definitely the more sensitive one of the 2. And I’m glad that I have the homemaker trait also.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I’m glad I can sit thru a chick flick with out complaining.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I’m glad I know how to cook and how to do my laundry and how to clean (sometimes) and I’m glad you made me go to my activities and I’m glad that you had me first.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:16;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;But I will say Remember the time you left me at the baseball field all day on the day we moved into the new house?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still remember that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Candles;font-size:16;color:black;"   &gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:16;color:black;"   &gt;. But I also do remember EVERYTHING that you have done for me and EVERYTHING you have taught me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I do hope someday I can pass along these things to my kids so they can know how to love and care for and how to be a better person... I love you sooo much Mom and I always will.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293658124574141298-1829405198647414581?l=erickwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erickwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1829405198647414581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293658124574141298&amp;postID=1829405198647414581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293658124574141298/posts/default/1829405198647414581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293658124574141298/posts/default/1829405198647414581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erickwilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/letter-to-mom-on-mothers-day.html' title='Letter to Mom on Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>GeeGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12303683116892382992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbL39_42nAA/SNXdsd6PMHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_8H81zolSkE/S220/IMG_1031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293658124574141298.post-1326171320789361780</id><published>2008-09-21T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:27:24.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY MOM'/><title type='text'>My Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbL39_42nAA/SNcrGCWOztI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RSnNGsVbM90/s1600-h/IMG_0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbL39_42nAA/SNcrGCWOztI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RSnNGsVbM90/s1600-h/IMG_0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbL39_42nAA/SNcrGCWOztI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RSnNGsVbM90/s320/IMG_0410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248711273432927954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my mom loved to read every one's blogs and liked to keep up on every one's gossip.&lt;br /&gt;So in tribute to my mom's life and in remembrance of her, i will start a blog.  I have made a promise to myself that at least one time a day i will set aside time to think about her and remember something we did together or something she taught me. Not only was she a mom to me, she was my friend... i called her every day.. We talked about anything going on.. She was my venting partner.. she listened to me what ever i had to say even if it was non-sense or just me complaining about something bothering me.. She always tried to give me an answer to my problems.. She always headed me in the right direction to find my own answers also.. She would check up on me... She always asked about my friends.. She was my Best Friend... I miss her more&lt;br /&gt;then anything else... She was my rock.. I will always Love you MOM and i will always remember you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293658124574141298-1326171320789361780?l=erickwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erickwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1326171320789361780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293658124574141298&amp;postID=1326171320789361780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293658124574141298/posts/default/1326171320789361780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293658124574141298/posts/default/1326171320789361780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erickwilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-mom.html' title='My Mom'/><author><name>GeeGee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12303683116892382992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbL39_42nAA/SNXdsd6PMHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_8H81zolSkE/S220/IMG_1031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AbL39_42nAA/SNcrGCWOztI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RSnNGsVbM90/s72-c/IMG_0410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
