<?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-5146422258568890506</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:21:11.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity's Crew</title><subtitle type='html'>"Of all the rights of women, the greatest is to be a mother."- Lin Yü-tang</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146422258568890506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Charity and Crew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527556424587374102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/SX0jCIZZVvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fCxDmWuKYHA/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146422258568890506.post-3422611994218966540</id><published>2009-03-05T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:08:09.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>I have a nudist on my hands and I don't know how to get him to keep clothes on!  Almost every-time I turn around my 3 year old has on no clothes.  Just a few minutes ago I caught him on the trampoline jumping , NAKED!  I called to him and  reprimanded him for not having on his clothes to which he said to me, "My clothes are outside. " he had brought them outside with him but failed to put them on his body.  I then said to him, "You can't run around naked"  and he responded  "I am not!  I was walking around.  Running around is not the same as walking around."  I couldn't keep a straight face to continue reprimanding him.  At the moment he has on clothes, but HELP!  I need some suggestions on this one.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146422258568890506-3422611994218966540?l=charitysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3422611994218966540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/2009/03/help.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146422258568890506/posts/default/3422611994218966540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146422258568890506/posts/default/3422611994218966540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/2009/03/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>Charity and Crew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527556424587374102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/SX0jCIZZVvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fCxDmWuKYHA/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146422258568890506.post-7718958170374349322</id><published>2009-02-28T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:49:58.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother's wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/Saoh8SBPx5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/y7EajbN049Q/s1600-h/n544117180_1903964_6933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/Saoh8SBPx5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/y7EajbN049Q/s320/n544117180_1903964_6933.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308092430322485138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146422258568890506-7718958170374349322?l=charitysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7718958170374349322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-brothers-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146422258568890506/posts/default/7718958170374349322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146422258568890506/posts/default/7718958170374349322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-brothers-wedding.html' title='My Brother&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>Charity and Crew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527556424587374102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/SX0jCIZZVvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fCxDmWuKYHA/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/Saoh8SBPx5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/y7EajbN049Q/s72-c/n544117180_1903964_6933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146422258568890506.post-1348929063590521317</id><published>2009-02-16T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:45:14.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Though None Go With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/SZmlwHxOM1I/AAAAAAAAASA/htPctwqSA_w/s1600-h/t86055jgtjl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/SZmlwHxOM1I/AAAAAAAAASA/htPctwqSA_w/s320/t86055jgtjl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303452282343273298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I would highly recommend this movie.  It is an uplifting and inspiring movie.  We all experience tough times in our life and can have hope of a loving God who never abandons us. It is the story of a woman who dedicates her life to God, unconditionally.  That means having faith when all around us doesn't make sense or is falling apart.  God is at the forefront.  I absolutely loved the quote from a song that was used as a theme in this movie,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59); font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Though none go with me, still I will follow...no turning back, no turning back."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146422258568890506-1348929063590521317?l=charitysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1348929063590521317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/2009/02/though-none-go-with-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146422258568890506/posts/default/1348929063590521317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146422258568890506/posts/default/1348929063590521317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/2009/02/though-none-go-with-me.html' title='Though None Go With Me'/><author><name>Charity and Crew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527556424587374102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/SX0jCIZZVvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fCxDmWuKYHA/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/SZmlwHxOM1I/AAAAAAAAASA/htPctwqSA_w/s72-c/t86055jgtjl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146422258568890506.post-7056346387332960893</id><published>2009-02-10T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:34:59.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/SZJ_dawDSEI/AAAAAAAAARw/RKVTdEkSXDk/s1600-h/MyPicture_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/SZJ_dawDSEI/AAAAAAAAARw/RKVTdEkSXDk/s320/MyPicture_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301439854742292546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes are definitely a down fall for me, fortunately or maybe unfortunately I don't get to go shopping much.  However, I did get to go shopping in my sister's closet the other day and I got a new pair of shoes!  Aren't they great?  Too bad I don't have anything to where them with or even anywhere to go in them.  They do give me a good reason to shop! Now all I need is a hot guy to take me out when everything is final.  Patience I know but these babies want to get out. :)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146422258568890506-7056346387332960893?l=charitysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7056346387332960893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-shoes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146422258568890506/posts/default/7056346387332960893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146422258568890506/posts/default/7056346387332960893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-shoes.html' title='New Shoes!'/><author><name>Charity and Crew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527556424587374102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/SX0jCIZZVvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fCxDmWuKYHA/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/SZJ_dawDSEI/AAAAAAAAARw/RKVTdEkSXDk/s72-c/MyPicture_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146422258568890506.post-5422264522677604570</id><published>2009-02-01T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:03:32.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I love going to church and feeling the Spirit.  I especially love fast and testimony meeting.  My children are such an inspiration to me by wanting to share their testimonies.  They have such pure faith and a love for our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ.  I feel so honored to be their mother.  As a missionary  I bore my testimony at my last zone meeting and said that I was sad to be leaving the greatest calling I would have being a representative of the Lord, Jesus Christ and to which my mission president quickly corrected and said,"No, Sister Scott the greatest calling you will ever have is being a mother."  How right he was!  Being a mother is the most glorious calling.  It is by far the most challenging but the most rewarding.   With all of my heart I love my children and do not for one second wish that I was not their mother.  I am so grateful that I have been blessed with such wonderful and loving children.  It is the most sincere desire of my heart to raise them up unto the Lord for they are His.  I am only his steward and if I am faithful then they shall be mine.  My heart overflows with love for them.  I am so grateful and humbled that I have been given so much.  I am grateful for the gift of faith that sustains me and do hope to pass that gift along to my children who are my greatest treasure.   Being a mother has blessed me in so many ways.   I am grateful to have the gospel in my life and understand what a noble calling it is to be called a mother and for prophets who testify of that nobility.  I am reminded of a quote by President David O. McKay, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;She who can paint a masterpiece or write a book that will influence millions deserves the admiration and the plaudits of mankind; but she who rears successfully a family of healthy, beautiful sons and daughters, whose influence will be felt through generations to come, … deserves the highest honor that man can give, and the choicest blessings of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146422258568890506-5422264522677604570?l=charitysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5422264522677604570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/2009/02/motherhood.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146422258568890506/posts/default/5422264522677604570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146422258568890506/posts/default/5422264522677604570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/2009/02/motherhood.html' title='Motherhood'/><author><name>Charity and Crew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527556424587374102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/SX0jCIZZVvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fCxDmWuKYHA/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146422258568890506.post-2169893921636289550</id><published>2009-01-27T21:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:56:33.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Despite the dread of my 34th birthday it was good day.  It started with a sweet card from my daughter, Carissa.  She truly is an angel sent from heaven.  Her card was just so precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/SYDwM320bKI/AAAAAAAAARY/OhiKnDJsJVQ/s320/HPIM1187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296497265730677922" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/SYDwNB_1dRI/AAAAAAAAARg/HKZxSAjeWGI/s1600-h/HPIM1188.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/_DiDIADvq3bg/SYDwNB_1dRI/AAAAAAAAARg/HKZxSAjeWGI/s320/HPIM1188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296497268452848914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Flowers from my mom were delivered this morning.  It sure brightened my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then my dear, sweet friend Emily came over and hung out with me and made me lunch.  Thank you so much! And then more flowers from another friend. Followed by happy birthday phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But everything couldn't be perfect, I had some not so nice moments having to share my kids with their dad on my special day and an unkind text.  (Not everyone loves me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, I have some very awesome friends who let me know just how loved I am by surprising me with a dinner party at Carrabba's.  I love you guys! :)  You are the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The day did not end there with surprises.  Just before reading scriptures and having prayer with my children I checked my email while waiting on them to get ready for bed and low and behold there was an email stating a decision had been made regarding my application to BYU.  (Now I did not expect an answer for 4 weeks) So I opened it with fear and anticipation.  My request for readmission was approved!!!!  I begin this Fall!  WOW!!!! Does the Lord answer prayers!  I have been so stressed out about what my future might be.  I know this was the Lord's way of letting me know that He has a plan for me and that He loves me.  I am incredibly grateful for answered prayers and the angels that surround me.  Truly the Lord uses his children to bless the lives of one another.  Thank you angels for blessing my life.  I am humbled by the love you have for me.  Thank you for your prayers and making this such a memorable birthday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146422258568890506-2169893921636289550?l=charitysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2169893921636289550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146422258568890506/posts/default/2169893921636289550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146422258568890506/posts/default/2169893921636289550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>Charity and Crew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527556424587374102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/SX0jCIZZVvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fCxDmWuKYHA/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/SYDwM320bKI/AAAAAAAAARY/OhiKnDJsJVQ/s72-c/HPIM1187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146422258568890506.post-6944771530746274921</id><published>2009-01-24T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:26:21.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting over</title><content type='html'>I thought with all the changes I am going through I needed a new blog.  It just didn't seem quite right to be blogging on &lt;a href="http://keithandcharity.blogspot.com"&gt;my site&lt;/a&gt; that indicated a life that is no longer in existence. So I am starting over, but not just blogging! That would be cake if that is all I was changing! Change is good, though, right?.  It helps us grow, we stretch and learn and hopefully become better than we were.  I don't think I was prepared in any way to be a single mom however, as my focus was on always being a forever family.  Although I feel a deep sense of loss I know I am going to make it.  I don't know how, boy I don't know how.  But I believe that God blesses those who are obedient and I plan on being perfectly obedient if possible.  I feel as though I am in the refiner's fire.  I know that through all these challenges I have faced and am currently facing I am being prepared for something.  I believe in God's promises and know that I have a stewardship over my children to raise them in righteousness and as Nephi has said, "the Lord giveth no commandment unto the children of men save he shall prepare a way for them to accomplish the thing which he hath commandeth them."  That applies to us all.  God will provide a way for us to do that which is right.  So I can press forward with a perfect brightness of hope.  May I always have hope even when all seems dark.  Discouragement and fear have a way of beating me down but I pray that I might resist the temptation to doubt and be still and know that God is over all. SO here's to a new start!    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146422258568890506-6944771530746274921?l=charitysreflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6944771530746274921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-over.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146422258568890506/posts/default/6944771530746274921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146422258568890506/posts/default/6944771530746274921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitysreflections.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-over.html' title='Starting over'/><author><name>Charity and Crew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01527556424587374102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiDIADvq3bg/SX0jCIZZVvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fCxDmWuKYHA/S220/DSC01071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
