<?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-6869706078275580551</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:37:32.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiveLaughLove</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Satoya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910644852619078481</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869706078275580551.post-1334487897643096192</id><published>2008-04-10T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T17:22:10.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I have been taking this medical administration class at so I can become certified to administer medications and I took the test on Friday (passed) and I took the intership test today (passed) and now I am recieving my promotion. I have also been reading this book a lot lately about starting a nonprofit for child advocacy and I am super excited. Sometimes I feel frustrated because things dont seem to be moving fast enough or if I can't seem to understand or know everything about what is happening with my life but I was reminded when I read 1st Kings chapter 6 that God has all those details. When Solomon was building the temple, everything was built so specifically and to see those details come to be, I take comfort in the fact that God works out the details in my life and they will become tangible in the right time. I think about what it takes to build a building... You have to actually have the dream or get the instruction to build, then you need the land to build on, then you have to have the materials. You also need the help of others, then you have to start on the foundation and sometimes you have to go back to the blueprint. All these things remind me of God not just being my author and finsher but He is my builder and perfector and my trainer and I know my life is in His hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869706078275580551-1334487897643096192?l=mrssatoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/feeds/1334487897643096192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6869706078275580551&amp;postID=1334487897643096192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/1334487897643096192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/1334487897643096192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-i-have-been-taking-this-medical.html' title=''/><author><name>Satoya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910644852619078481</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-6869706078275580551.post-5636802001898143719</id><published>2008-04-02T23:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:07:54.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And my enemies will become my footstool...this is true! But what I find is sometimes we get caught up with our enemies becoming our footstool that we dont pray for them. Lately, I have been having a very rough time at work. My supervisor seemed to be discriminating against me because of my culture. I spoke to her today and I thank God for giving me the boldness to tell her my heartfelt feelings and observations about her job performance and not only has she apologized to me, but she is now confiding in me her hopes and dreams and I thought of POC as sue was telling me her dream of getting her books published and getting a tshirt line out. Sometimes things seem to really suck but when you ask God to renew your mind and heart daily, He will give you fresh perspectives and to those who can endure the trials remembering that they have already won, you won't miss the opportunities to bless those that curse you. Live fearlessly, Love truthfully and Laugh hard :-) goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869706078275580551-5636802001898143719?l=mrssatoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/feeds/5636802001898143719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6869706078275580551&amp;postID=5636802001898143719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/5636802001898143719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/5636802001898143719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-my-enemies-will-become-my-footstool_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Satoya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910644852619078481</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869706078275580551.post-503123820534698493</id><published>2008-04-01T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:43:33.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsurety and Insight</title><content type='html'>What do you do when things seem unsure? Pray anyway, love anyway, laugh anyway, live anyway. I have learned this truth along time ago but I have experienced this truth for the last few months. Honestly, I grew very weary of dong good at some points but God really reminded me to do anyway, continue anyway...in and out of season. I dont know where God is leading me but I can see the connections and the thngs that relate along the way. The vision God gave me for the group home is very real to me. That is my BHAG. I'm still doing research on defining and refining it in its totality but it is becomng mind boggling to me right now. But regardless of my unsurety, I will still move forward, and I guess I'll be learning along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869706078275580551-503123820534698493?l=mrssatoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/feeds/503123820534698493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6869706078275580551&amp;postID=503123820534698493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/503123820534698493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/503123820534698493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/2008/04/unsurity-and-insight.html' title='Unsurety and Insight'/><author><name>Satoya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910644852619078481</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-6869706078275580551.post-9012553097363352413</id><published>2008-01-20T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:45:57.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Random Facts about Satoya</title><content type='html'>1. I am addicted to store brand fruit snacks (Dinosaurs and sharks in particular)&lt;br /&gt;2. I love watching TLC, Discovery Channel, and The History Channel.&lt;br /&gt;3. I want to get a degree or certified to do all the things I love (Music, Psychology, Cosmotology)&lt;br /&gt;4. I courtesy smile sometimes to make people comfortable...Some people dont get me...Really...lol&lt;br /&gt;5. I like to sleep...alot...though I should get more of it.&lt;br /&gt;6. I played classical piano for 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;7. I am an information hog...I like to make calculated decisions and write everything down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869706078275580551-9012553097363352413?l=mrssatoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/feeds/9012553097363352413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6869706078275580551&amp;postID=9012553097363352413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/9012553097363352413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/9012553097363352413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/2008/01/7-random-facts-about-satoya.html' title='7 Random Facts about Satoya'/><author><name>Satoya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910644852619078481</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-6869706078275580551.post-2387870757153423212</id><published>2008-01-20T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T11:12:23.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>I just realized I haven't blogged all week! This makes me realize that I am not taking time out for myself like I should. I have been devoting a lot of time to work and haven't even taken many chances to empty myself here or empty myself so that God can really fill me. It's funny how little things remind you that God is the one that has to be in control when life gets so busy. Lord, forgive me for being to busy and not resting. You know better than I do. It's good to rest and you gave me permission to do that, and I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869706078275580551-2387870757153423212?l=mrssatoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/feeds/2387870757153423212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6869706078275580551&amp;postID=2387870757153423212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/2387870757153423212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/2387870757153423212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Satoya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910644852619078481</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-6869706078275580551.post-3022522347419982599</id><published>2008-01-13T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T11:14:26.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testimony</title><content type='html'>So my 99 Ford explorer needs work (800 dollars worth of work) and it has almost 150,000 miles on it so does it make sense to take the money and pay for it? Nope. So how do I get another vehicle? Thank God for relationships.  A friend of ours tells us to call his dad who owns a car dealership in Florida. So we call him and we were able to get a 2005 Cheverolet Cobalt with 30,900 miles for the manufacturers price and we had to put $500 down but an unknown person wrote us a check to cover that! Praise God!!!! He knows everything before and after. I was tempted to fret with everything going on with my ford at first but I could do nother but laugh because I knew I had absolutely no control over the situation...and it's better that way because He is a big God and he is more than enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869706078275580551-3022522347419982599?l=mrssatoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/feeds/3022522347419982599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6869706078275580551&amp;postID=3022522347419982599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/3022522347419982599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/3022522347419982599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/2008/01/testimony.html' title='Testimony'/><author><name>Satoya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910644852619078481</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-6869706078275580551.post-5429056584094904540</id><published>2008-01-08T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:46:09.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What time is it?</title><content type='html'>So i've been watching the news and stuff lately, and I am really seeing the signs of the times. Bush is trying to make the whole North American Union thing with the one currency and wants everyone to get a national id with a microchip with all there info in it by may of this year. I just don't see how people can turn away from God especially at times like these. I know especially for people that grew up in church, they always heard older people, and their grandmothers say, he's coming back soon but now its time for youth to take it to heart, trust God, and watch and pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869706078275580551-5429056584094904540?l=mrssatoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/feeds/5429056584094904540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6869706078275580551&amp;postID=5429056584094904540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/5429056584094904540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/5429056584094904540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-time-is-it.html' title='What time is it?'/><author><name>Satoya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910644852619078481</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-6869706078275580551.post-8905108847251922074</id><published>2008-01-07T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:04:43.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't really think of a title...</title><content type='html'>This year is going to be my best year yet and it already has been. I have been very busy with work and just life in general but I am excited to see what positive changes and adventure God has for me. Im really excited about this new Evensong Rising album. We had a photo shoot on saturday that just passed. It was fun, we took pics in the woods and in times square...it was fun. All these people were surrounding us and watching us pose for the camera. It was kind of weird but cool. Our record is being picked up nationally so God is moving us forward and upward. At work, I'm waiting to take the medical course so that I could get my promotion. I am very excited for what is coming up. Jason now has a position as musical support at a church in Bridgeport. I haven't decided if I want to go there with him or not because I don't know if I want to get involved...that always happens...where ever he goes to play, people always want me to get involved and do things. Maybe its what I'm suppose to do...I dunno...but I guess we'll see. I miss my friends...I miss my family, and my niece and I haven't seen my nephew yet...and I miss my Godson (SHOUT OUTS JOSHIE!!!!! :-)  Till next time....Peace &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869706078275580551-8905108847251922074?l=mrssatoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/feeds/8905108847251922074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6869706078275580551&amp;postID=8905108847251922074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/8905108847251922074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/8905108847251922074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/2008/01/cant-really-think-of-title.html' title='Can&apos;t really think of a title...'/><author><name>Satoya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910644852619078481</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-6869706078275580551.post-4635353228607370320</id><published>2008-01-02T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T20:39:00.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog for Goals</title><content type='html'>My goal for this year is simply put, the become a balanced individual...that's it. And I'm ecstatic about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869706078275580551-4635353228607370320?l=mrssatoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/feeds/4635353228607370320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6869706078275580551&amp;postID=4635353228607370320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/4635353228607370320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/4635353228607370320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-blog-for-goals.html' title='New Blog for Goals'/><author><name>Satoya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910644852619078481</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-6869706078275580551.post-2578518109186988068</id><published>2008-01-02T20:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T20:38:06.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot to think about</title><content type='html'>Its a new year...and I have decided upon NO NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS...I will not resolve to have anything quick fixed for the month of January just to fall apart February 1st. I am having a little bit of a tough time right now...there are many things I don't understand and the places I want to be with people that I want to be with isn't whats happening. I don't understand what is going on right now but clarity; in some form or another; always comes. I think the hardest thing for me right now is the fact the my husband and I are always arguing...over nothing! It just seems like we are not understanding each other. It is very frustrating to work for so many hours during the week to come home to an emotionally cold space. I try to be a good wife, a good friend, but what good is it if the person you love doesn't really want to talk to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869706078275580551-2578518109186988068?l=mrssatoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/feeds/2578518109186988068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6869706078275580551&amp;postID=2578518109186988068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/2578518109186988068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/2578518109186988068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/2008/01/lot-to-think-about.html' title='A lot to think about'/><author><name>Satoya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910644852619078481</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-6869706078275580551.post-3747970251992028119</id><published>2007-12-21T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T19:43:35.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Di Dah</title><content type='html'>That pretty much describes me right now. I'm just flowing with everything right now. The last 2 day were the coldest days of my life...NO HEAT! OMG...it was the worst...but I'm am not going to despise these "small beginnings" if this is what im suppose to do right now. I am grateful to God for what I have and what I will be and I'm just roling with the punches. This has been a week of triumph and hardships but I know it will ALLLLL work out for my good...Praise YAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869706078275580551-3747970251992028119?l=mrssatoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/feeds/3747970251992028119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6869706078275580551&amp;postID=3747970251992028119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/3747970251992028119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/3747970251992028119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-di-dah.html' title='La Di Dah'/><author><name>Satoya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910644852619078481</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-6869706078275580551.post-6389796468295382841</id><published>2007-12-13T19:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:53:31.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I speak too soon???</title><content type='html'>No sooner than me posting my last blog, an arguement! Unbefreakinlievable! I'm am very upset and annoyed right now. If I show genuine concern about him, then he wants to go off and say, don't do that, no, blah blah blah. Geeze. I'm so annoyed I'm just going to go to bed. Goodnight...maybe i'll have more clarity tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869706078275580551-6389796468295382841?l=mrssatoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/feeds/6389796468295382841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6869706078275580551&amp;postID=6389796468295382841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/6389796468295382841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/6389796468295382841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/2007/12/did-i-speak-too-soon.html' title='Did I speak too soon???'/><author><name>Satoya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910644852619078481</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-6869706078275580551.post-960075334955299103</id><published>2007-12-13T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:15:43.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mail must go through...</title><content type='html'>Sooo....its snowing outside, crazy, so i'm picking up people for work which should be fun...Rain, sleet, snow, hail...the kids are always at the safe home so I must be there with them too. I don't mind...I would like to spend more time with my husband though. Its been rought when I have had little to no time to really rest. Everything with DH has been pretty great of late...no weird arguing or things like that so that has been great. I'm just praying and believing and recieving finances for my family and for my families future to take care of the debts that accrued since Jason had to stop his job. I think that has been, no, that definetly has been the hardest thing for me to deal with. We doing pretty good financially right before our marriage and getting better because I was going to start working when we got back from our honeymoon but everything was kind of pulled from beneath us. Lately, Jason has been making great connections with so much potential of something else. I am grateful for it but I'm ready for a complete yes and for tangible money to come through. Lord, please help me to contiually be encouraged and I know you have my back! Love &amp;amp; Peace...Off to work, the mail must go through...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869706078275580551-960075334955299103?l=mrssatoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/feeds/960075334955299103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6869706078275580551&amp;postID=960075334955299103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/960075334955299103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/960075334955299103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/2007/12/mail-must-go-through.html' title='The mail must go through...'/><author><name>Satoya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910644852619078481</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-6869706078275580551.post-6008996515041613936</id><published>2007-12-12T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:41:40.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again</title><content type='html'>Just about coming in from work....long day. One girl was annoying me terribly today. She was so rude and just...a mess. Almost got bitten today, but didn't....Thank God...that would have been another trip to the dr...at least I would be using my worker's comp....lol. I have yet to see my little nephew...he was born on the saturday that just passed...Aiden...almost 10 pounds...he was born a two year old...lol. Well, off to bed, I have a long day tomorrow. Gnite :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869706078275580551-6008996515041613936?l=mrssatoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/feeds/6008996515041613936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6869706078275580551&amp;postID=6008996515041613936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/6008996515041613936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/6008996515041613936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/2007/12/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>Satoya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910644852619078481</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-6869706078275580551.post-29558014636249719</id><published>2007-12-10T15:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T15:38:53.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What a day!</title><content type='html'>Right now, i'm super tired, I love my job but its very tiring giving so many people that can never give back to me. Thank God he is the one the can continually fill me when I feel drained. I have so much responsibility right now and I'm going to have a lot more when I go back to school. I am really going to have to learn to balance everything...better time management so I could get great sleep and eat at better times that I am eating now. I need to do this to get everything rolling...everything meaning what I need to fulfill on this earth. My dream is to open a group home for teenage girls. I want them to have a safe and loving place to heal and grow. I know what it is like to be raised with an unfit parent and thank GOD that he is my caring and loving father, more than anyone could ever be! Well, off to make dinner. Peace :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869706078275580551-29558014636249719?l=mrssatoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/feeds/29558014636249719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6869706078275580551&amp;postID=29558014636249719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/29558014636249719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/29558014636249719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-what-day.html' title='Oh What a day!'/><author><name>Satoya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910644852619078481</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-6869706078275580551.post-4381572543293438074</id><published>2007-12-10T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T13:08:22.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone....welcome to my space...or my blog rather. This is a place for you to ask questions, leave comments, inquire about life, and express yourself...and I will do the same. God Bless and happy blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869706078275580551-4381572543293438074?l=mrssatoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/feeds/4381572543293438074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6869706078275580551&amp;postID=4381572543293438074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/4381572543293438074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6869706078275580551/posts/default/4381572543293438074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrssatoya.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Satoya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910644852619078481</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></feed>
