<?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-6974419058118090169</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:51:42.573-07:00</updated><category term='Mission in San Francisco w/ Gina me and dad'/><title type='text'>Life's Unending Legacy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242258669950481586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-K9ED-0a8I/AAAAAAAAABA/d-gf4jxgk1E/S220/nessa.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974419058118090169.post-8929085751127073313</id><published>2010-08-03T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T10:10:27.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission in San Francisco w/ Gina me and dad'/><title type='text'>Welcome Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/TFhIdE1G-aI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IOK_zPsQjeA/s1600/DSC01758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501226609182964130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/TFhIdE1G-aI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IOK_zPsQjeA/s320/DSC01758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/TFhGkYvPPqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0jGksj2UeEE/s1600/DSC01762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501224535762878114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/TFhGkYvPPqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0jGksj2UeEE/s320/DSC01762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are home!!! So much has happened since then...I don't know where to start...Rob and I have moved back home on September 2009 and we are so much more comfortable living closer to our loved ones. I cannot stress how much family relationships are important. They provide so much support that money cannot buy. Although we were much more financially stable living in the military, we were not emotionally...until we have finally came home! It just brings such a sense of relief to be close to those who love you. Its amazing how we take for granite the close relationships in our lives. It literally felt as though a huge chunk of my life was gone while living in Nebraska. I would always hear last minute updates on my family...and would hear how my family was changing without me being there...&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh that really got under my skin... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;but now, its wonderful to be apart of families lives and see as they change as individuals as I have. I can finally be apart of my adorable 2 year-old niece, Channel's life and watch her grow...that is priceless! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974419058118090169-8929085751127073313?l=vanessalegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8929085751127073313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974419058118090169&amp;postID=8929085751127073313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/8929085751127073313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/8929085751127073313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back!'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242258669950481586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-K9ED-0a8I/AAAAAAAAABA/d-gf4jxgk1E/S220/nessa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/TFhIdE1G-aI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IOK_zPsQjeA/s72-c/DSC01758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974419058118090169.post-6962448224215766107</id><published>2008-05-20T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:16:13.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/SDMHT3ExEKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gn-NmvUq000/s1600-h/BabyBirds_Miller_061705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202510032325906594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/SDMHT3ExEKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gn-NmvUq000/s320/BabyBirds_Miller_061705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our front porch we have two high beams and in the corner a bird made a nest out of twigs from last year. Well, a new bird came by this season and claimed it. Rob and I started noticing how long she would stay in that nest. We would see her every morning before and returning after work. Then to my surprise Rob and I began to hear little birdies chirping all so quietly as soft as can be. Why she hatched babychickies! As I rose on tip toe I could see their bald heads and beadie eyes. It was such an amazing sight! I would look out side my window pane just admiring God's beautiful creations as the mother feed her babies. I even begged Rob if he could pick me up so that I could reach out and grab one. But I knew Birds can easily detect and sense if someone has touched them...and then they would abandon them so I didn't do it. After a couple of days I noticed the chicks getting bigger and furrier with their momma bird no longer coming by to feed her young ones. So I figured oh..they are probably old enough to fly.....no they were'nt. One day Rob and I had just came back to the park only to see a birdie lying on the ground! She looked as though she was grasping for air...but Rob and I thought the poor thing was hungry...so we cut up small pieces of worm and feed her with tooth picks.....After feeding her second itty bity piece of worm...she took a big grasp of air....her last breath of air and pasted away.....I wanted to cry.....there she was breathless in this plastic bowl of grass Rob made her. Rob felt so guilty since he fed her the worms...I told him we did not know her condition it was not our fault....we tried to revive her....but she was gone....later we realized the poor thing was struggling to breathe...but even so....she fell from a great distance that may have damaged her under developed internal organs which lead her to bird heaven.....her destination (if their is ever such a place)....Later, we saw another bird that landed from the nest...fully developedwhat seemed to have a contorted neck...as she stood on her hind legs her head would lie upside down as she walked.....later that evening she dieda long with two other birdies that were stuck to the bottom nest...which we would of never known due to the strong winds that night. From then on I told Rob to take that nest down...he agreed saying "Its nothing but a death trap for these poor birds".... I wonder at times why the momma bird left them at such an early stage of their lives....it was quit easyto see how helpless these chicks were with out the care of their mother....Which brings out quit an analogy about mothers on Mother'sDay.....we need our mothers care for the uttmost survival of this world!!I luv you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974419058118090169-6962448224215766107?l=vanessalegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6962448224215766107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974419058118090169&amp;postID=6962448224215766107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/6962448224215766107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/6962448224215766107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/2008/05/bird-heaven.html' title='Bird Heaven'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242258669950481586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-K9ED-0a8I/AAAAAAAAABA/d-gf4jxgk1E/S220/nessa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/SDMHT3ExEKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gn-NmvUq000/s72-c/BabyBirds_Miller_061705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974419058118090169.post-8746987644950528781</id><published>2008-04-24T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:18:12.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Rock Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/SBDApxEPnwI/AAAAAAAAACs/OU61WJguAF4/s1600-h/Chevelle_Header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192862194136489730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/SBDApxEPnwI/AAAAAAAAACs/OU61WJguAF4/s320/Chevelle_Header.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, it was a typical Rock Concert....Last Sunday 4/20/08 I attended a rock concert played by "Chevelle". This was my firstlive rock concert I've ever attended, and well it was exactly what I hadpictured it from the movies. Rob and I were on the second floor on the balcony and had the view of everything since it was a small auditoriumof about 700 people. You have your crazy mosh pit in the corner and the people crawling over the audience as they jump into the crowed. It was real fun. I enjoyed myself. The only thing I resented was the ringingin my ears after the concert....The band was bursting with shouts from the audience plus the soloist screaming and then you have the lovely stringing electric guitars all togther creating deafness into my ears....other than that I would go again. I just love the energy that people have in there. So eventually Rob and decided to go to the main floor and just joined the jolly jumping crowd till the rest of the concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974419058118090169-8746987644950528781?l=vanessalegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8746987644950528781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974419058118090169&amp;postID=8746987644950528781' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/8746987644950528781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/8746987644950528781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-rock-concert.html' title='First Rock Concert'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242258669950481586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-K9ED-0a8I/AAAAAAAAABA/d-gf4jxgk1E/S220/nessa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/SBDApxEPnwI/AAAAAAAAACs/OU61WJguAF4/s72-c/Chevelle_Header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974419058118090169.post-3120798172915761962</id><published>2008-04-11T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:45:14.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I write this poem for my Husband Rob. I've been thinking of all the trials his Family are facing...and well, no one can change the ways of life...but only be there for the ones you love to go through it. I miss you Angela and Charlie and I love you and we wish we were there. Your in our prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In His Hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By Vanessa Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gentle, Soft, and Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eyes Blue as the Ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with a Hint of Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as Natures Sweet Retreat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Gaze into His Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See Sorrow, Worry, &amp;amp; Grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But Why Such Emotions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why Fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why such Feelings of Despair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't Listen to the Lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stop Listening to such Voices...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For Its Striving to Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and soon Defeat You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Summer's Sunshine is almost here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with the joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the Splendorof Life's Endeavors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just be Patient my Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His hands are already there to hold you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Live One Day at a Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let each Day have its Worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold on Tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For Tomorrow's a Day Closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to the Wonders &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of Life's Delight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974419058118090169-3120798172915761962?l=vanessalegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3120798172915761962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974419058118090169&amp;postID=3120798172915761962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/3120798172915761962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/3120798172915761962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/2008/04/poem.html' title='A Poem'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242258669950481586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-K9ED-0a8I/AAAAAAAAABA/d-gf4jxgk1E/S220/nessa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974419058118090169.post-2076016425390634503</id><published>2008-04-09T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:10:38.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R_z4Inh2WxI/AAAAAAAAACk/HHMHQjnI5is/s1600-h/Hope2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187293697757567762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R_z4Inh2WxI/AAAAAAAAACk/HHMHQjnI5is/s320/Hope2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May this passage give comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, O LORD, I lift up my soul;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in you I trust, O my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let me be put to shame,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nor let my enemies triumph over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one whose hope is in you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will ever be put to shame&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they will be put to shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are treacherous without excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me your ways, O LORD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teach me your paths;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guide me in your truth and teach me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you are God my Savior,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my hope is in you all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Written by King David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6974419058118090169-2076016425390634503?l=vanessalegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2076016425390634503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974419058118090169&amp;postID=2076016425390634503' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/2076016425390634503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/2076016425390634503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/2008/04/psalm-25.html' title='Psalm 25'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242258669950481586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-K9ED-0a8I/AAAAAAAAABA/d-gf4jxgk1E/S220/nessa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R_z4Inh2WxI/AAAAAAAAACk/HHMHQjnI5is/s72-c/Hope2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974419058118090169.post-8899534799999282317</id><published>2008-03-27T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:29:16.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What an Encounter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-vyjD-0bHI/AAAAAAAAACc/fQJ_ja2wFE8/s1600-h/sunsetcross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182502480398019698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-vyjD-0bHI/AAAAAAAAACc/fQJ_ja2wFE8/s320/sunsetcross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before Rob and I moved into a home on base in Ne we promised to quickly find a church to attend weekly and boy was that a challenge. We visited as many as 7 or 8 churchs' before finally finding that "one" church. Well it just so happened on a snow-cold night Rob and I had just came back from a store and decided to take another route back home (keep in mind this was our first time driving in Nebraska cold weather).  Rob was driving down this single-road that had did not allow you to switch off the lane because of the concrete surrounding the road. It was a pretty busy road-hill and before you knew it the car in front of us slammed on their brakes. Rob's immediate reaction was to push on the brakes as we were coming down the hill, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but it did not keep us from sliding down the icy road&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so we ended up sliding into the rear of the car in front (Oh how we learned our lesson driving in such weather).  Luckily no one was hurt, but it was such a coincidence of how a nice big Church called Bellevue Christian Center was just directly across from the accident. After visiting the church for the first time, we were in "Ahww"...the church was perfect! We officially became regular attendants. I told Rob, "God was certainly directing us this time!" lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974419058118090169-8899534799999282317?l=vanessalegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8899534799999282317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974419058118090169&amp;postID=8899534799999282317' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/8899534799999282317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/8899534799999282317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-encounter.html' title='What an Encounter!!'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242258669950481586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-K9ED-0a8I/AAAAAAAAABA/d-gf4jxgk1E/S220/nessa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-vyjD-0bHI/AAAAAAAAACc/fQJ_ja2wFE8/s72-c/sunsetcross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974419058118090169.post-3171620343472894981</id><published>2008-03-26T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T09:28:58.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2006 catched up, December 2007 married.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-qm6D-0bDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WXVvR5E3zlA/s1600-h/wedding6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182137837674589234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-qm6D-0bDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WXVvR5E3zlA/s400/wedding6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This month has to be the most precious time of the year for Rob and I.....This is the month that Rob had looked for me. We had lost track of eachother after November of 2005 since he was joining the Military and I was going to college. Well, he just so happened to find me online while he was stationed here in Nebraska and from then on we just wrote to each other like crazy, trying to catch up with eachothers stories....we litterally wrote pages after pages when finally he came to CA to visit on Mothers Day 2007 that day too was amazing....to finally see eachother after so long just made us fall in love even more. Rob and I actually met in High School I sat right in front of him in math class neither one of us knew we had crushes on eachother until that Mothers day of 2007 when he came down and expressed his feelings for me....let me tell you he melted my heart into his arms.....It didn't take long to find out this man was made just for me. December of 2007 we married and that was the best day of my life.....of our lives. It wasn't long till Rob and I had just finished celebrating our 1st year anniversary here in Nebraska in the "Classical Old Market"  and earlier at Orlando Florida at Walt Disney World. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974419058118090169-3171620343472894981?l=vanessalegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3171620343472894981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974419058118090169&amp;postID=3171620343472894981' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/3171620343472894981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/3171620343472894981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-2006.html' title='March 2006 catched up, December 2007 married.'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242258669950481586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-K9ED-0a8I/AAAAAAAAABA/d-gf4jxgk1E/S220/nessa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-qm6D-0bDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WXVvR5E3zlA/s72-c/wedding6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974419058118090169.post-5775024242835183860</id><published>2008-03-26T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:49:06.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Born</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-qomj-0bFI/AAAAAAAAACM/9bV_VZdiabU/s1600-h/GD3984330%40Water-Babies---pics-s-1824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182139701690395730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-qomj-0bFI/AAAAAAAAACM/9bV_VZdiabU/s320/GD3984330%40Water-Babies---pics-s-1824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My older sister Isabel just gave birth to a baby girl named Shannel Chable on March 25, 2008 at 5am!!! My sister is an Environmentalist where she monitors the State water and her husband works as a Communication Technician. They currently live in Sacramento shes 31 years and hes 35. I'm just so happy for my sister....The baby came out weighing 9 pounds! I'm sooo excited to go home now.....They made my sister a great baby shower a few weeks before......she looked so good and healthy.....I won't be able to meet her until December so I'm counting the days and the minutes! Rob and I have noticed ever since we've got stationed here in NE our family has slowly reproducted! lol!!! Couldn't they wait till we get back home? lol!! It just seems like the happy year of babies!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974419058118090169-5775024242835183860?l=vanessalegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5775024242835183860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974419058118090169&amp;postID=5775024242835183860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/5775024242835183860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/5775024242835183860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-born.html' title='Baby Born'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242258669950481586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-K9ED-0a8I/AAAAAAAAABA/d-gf4jxgk1E/S220/nessa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-qomj-0bFI/AAAAAAAAACM/9bV_VZdiabU/s72-c/GD3984330%40Water-Babies---pics-s-1824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974419058118090169.post-1562250824234462944</id><published>2008-03-25T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:20:41.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AIDS Awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-lW6D-0bCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hMCW594szwE/s1600-h/worldaidscollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181768401767656482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" height="350" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-lW6D-0bCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hMCW594szwE/s400/worldaidscollage.jpg" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here at the Correctional Facility they have an AIDs Awareness Month where they present once every 3 weeks. People who are specialized and test for AIDs go to schools and prisons to educate those about AIDs, HIV and STDs. It was very interesting listening while they gave their presentation. Did you know since 2006 Center of Diesase has reported approximately 1 million people in the U.S. reported to have AIDs and the majority that aquire STDs are ages from 13-18 years? According to UNAIDS Southern Africa is reported 42 million infected and about 6500 Africans die daily from HIV/AIDS!  I also found that in the State of Nebraska, AIDs Confidentiality Law is to the point where teenagers under the age of 19 years old do not have to consent their gaurdians to have an AIDS test nor do gaurdians have the consent of knowing the results of their child's testing results. I also found if a person tested positive for HIV or AIDS is an endangerment to themselves (they are to the point where they're demented and want to aquire AIDS like their partner), testing clinicians do not have the authority to report their endangering behavior because it is held "Confidential". Well, if you think about it...the Confidentiality Law is not applied to people who report being a threat to themselves or others, wouldn't this apply to the rules of Confidentiality? Nebraska is a state behind in Legislation; Nebraska needs to catch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974419058118090169-1562250824234462944?l=vanessalegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1562250824234462944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974419058118090169&amp;postID=1562250824234462944' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/1562250824234462944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/1562250824234462944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/2008/03/aids-awareness.html' title='AIDS Awareness'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242258669950481586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-K9ED-0a8I/AAAAAAAAABA/d-gf4jxgk1E/S220/nessa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-lW6D-0bCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hMCW594szwE/s72-c/worldaidscollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974419058118090169.post-1645147259385240912</id><published>2008-03-21T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:04:33.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Dog "Poochie"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-QGeT-0bAI/AAAAAAAAABk/00SS4d0jl7k/s1600-h/L07106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180272589212511234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="228" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-QGeT-0bAI/AAAAAAAAABk/00SS4d0jl7k/s320/L07106.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a cold December night when Rob and I had just returned from eating out when suddenly we spotted a medium black and white dog. As we approached her we saw how frightened she was and she began running away from us. We could both see her shivering and saw little icicles on her bushy mustache. We finally managed to corner her at the base gate of our home and we safely were able to take her home. We took her a nice warm bath and went to go buy her some dog food. The poor thing was so terrified that even after she had dried up from the bath she was still shivering out of fear. I tried calming her down by wrapping her up in a cover and just holding her and talking to her gently....she eventually was so exhausted that she just slept right in my arms. It just so happened we looked at the weather for that night and realized it was below zero degrees, one of the coldest nights of the season. There was just no way a dog of her size would ever survive in such cold conditions. The next day we called SPCA for a dog lost with a description: medium black and white Shitzu. After two months there was no reply. Therefore, we thought Rob and I would adopt her. Its been almost 4 months since we've had her.....and well just say she's been an adventure. Shes a very melow dog. She hardly ever barks and when she does its to come inside the house once she's finished her business outside and when she hears the door bell ring. Its sooo funny because her barks are sooo weak that even a mouse could out sqweek her.lol...But we love her, she's officially added to our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974419058118090169-1645147259385240912?l=vanessalegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1645147259385240912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974419058118090169&amp;postID=1645147259385240912' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/1645147259385240912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/1645147259385240912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-first-dog-poochie.html' title='Our First Dog &quot;Poochie&quot;'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242258669950481586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-K9ED-0a8I/AAAAAAAAABA/d-gf4jxgk1E/S220/nessa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-QGeT-0bAI/AAAAAAAAABk/00SS4d0jl7k/s72-c/L07106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974419058118090169.post-5900677785494771127</id><published>2008-03-21T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:50:50.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The feeling of California</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-Pz3T-0a_I/AAAAAAAAABc/Vdd_924K7So/s1600-h/fireislandsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180252127988313074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-Pz3T-0a_I/AAAAAAAAABc/Vdd_924K7So/s400/fireislandsm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight March 20, 2008 was the first night Rob and I could finally go outside and sit on our front stairway and just appreciate the cool breeze among our face. Spring is here! Rob and I have dreaded the winter here, it gets so cold to the point where you can't do anything outdoors. The snow is everywhere and it covers the sidewalks. Its just not fun. But now its finally come to an end and Rob and I can finally enjoy the outdoors. This summer will be the first official summer we spend together as a married couple and we are just soooooo excited! We have many things such as camping out, riding bikes, walking our pet named"Poochie" (great story how we found her), swimming, having a picnic....those are few ideas we have so far. They also have great feastivals in the summer, can't wait for those! But anyways its was a great night. It brought us memories of being in California with the weather being just right. Staying in Nebraska so far has given Rob and I so much of an appreciation for the great weather back home. Because back home, even when it gets cold in the winter you can still manage to go on walks and enjoy watching the sun set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974419058118090169-5900677785494771127?l=vanessalegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5900677785494771127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974419058118090169&amp;postID=5900677785494771127' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/5900677785494771127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/5900677785494771127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/2008/03/feeling-of-california.html' title='The feeling of California'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242258669950481586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-K9ED-0a8I/AAAAAAAAABA/d-gf4jxgk1E/S220/nessa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-Pz3T-0a_I/AAAAAAAAABc/Vdd_924K7So/s72-c/fireislandsm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974419058118090169.post-9131805832409155811</id><published>2008-03-20T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:46:27.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside the Criminal Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-Kw9T-0a2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/IYzi0OVykok/s1600-h/20071206050834752_1_original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179897088811756386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-Kw9T-0a2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/IYzi0OVykok/s400/20071206050834752_1_original.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inside the Criminal Mind is a book I'm currently reading. I started my new job working at the Department of State Corrections and well, since then I have become more interested in what the mind of a criminal thinks. Its been a journey learning all that I have been exposed to while in training as a secretary. It just seems as though this sick world we live today just becomes grossly infected by demonic thoughts by the minute. This book I'm reading so far helps me understand the minds of these criminals as they spend their lives in a confined little world serving their sentence. So far I have learned that criminals are not the fault of the parent. According to Stanton Samenow, a doctor in clincal psychology, says that although parents influence their children greatly through their child hood years, it is the child that chooses to behave as a criminal. Samenow states that even the most positively, loving and encouraging parents can have a child to grow to become a felony charged criminal. Some psychologist state that is the fault of poor parenting. Depending on the severity of a teens-criminal acts, parents can only do so much to rear their child in the correct direction. After the incriminating teen crosses that limit there is just nothing more a parent can do to protect or discipline their child. After so much, a parent is only subjected that their child face their consequences even if it means that they be incarcerated to learn from their incriminating actions. Now for those kids grown in the projects where they are reared by drug dealing alcoholic parents is another issue. These children no nothing different and suffer greatly from the lack of a positive role model. These children however grow to become adults and then have the choice to behave as their parents lived or recieve intense life-changing counseling to live a positive life-style living drug/criminal-free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974419058118090169-9131805832409155811?l=vanessalegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/9131805832409155811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974419058118090169&amp;postID=9131805832409155811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/9131805832409155811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/9131805832409155811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/2008/03/inside-criminal-mind.html' title='Inside the Criminal Mind'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242258669950481586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-K9ED-0a8I/AAAAAAAAABA/d-gf4jxgk1E/S220/nessa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-Kw9T-0a2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/IYzi0OVykok/s72-c/20071206050834752_1_original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974419058118090169.post-7088974591890064767</id><published>2008-03-19T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T14:13:39.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974419058118090169-7088974591890064767?l=vanessalegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7088974591890064767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974419058118090169&amp;postID=7088974591890064767' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/7088974591890064767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/7088974591890064767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242258669950481586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-K9ED-0a8I/AAAAAAAAABA/d-gf4jxgk1E/S220/nessa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974419058118090169.post-6892422193286429701</id><published>2007-09-01T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:17:43.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest blues of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-Ptoj-0a9I/AAAAAAAAABM/nGiwqCU4fXg/s1600-h/blues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180245277515475922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-Ptoj-0a9I/AAAAAAAAABM/nGiwqCU4fXg/s320/blues.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd have to say, with my newly wed husband deployed...Has been the most difficult time of my life....of our lives....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on things I realize Rob and I have come a long ways in our lives since his deployment. Although we may have suffered a great deal of pain then, we've grown stronger and more united out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974419058118090169-6892422193286429701?l=vanessalegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6892422193286429701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974419058118090169&amp;postID=6892422193286429701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/6892422193286429701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974419058118090169/posts/default/6892422193286429701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessalegacy.blogspot.com/2007/09/greatest-blues-of-my-life.html' title='The greatest blues of my life'/><author><name>vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06242258669950481586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-K9ED-0a8I/AAAAAAAAABA/d-gf4jxgk1E/S220/nessa.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dgvWsopYsa0/R-Ptoj-0a9I/AAAAAAAAABM/nGiwqCU4fXg/s72-c/blues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
