<?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-8602987853866539704</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:59:48.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stacey miraflor</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceymiraflor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602987853866539704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceymiraflor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469302672274056570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hss6pqjGq-Y/R1z0HHRv7lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DongxpH9JT0/S220/CIMG3974.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602987853866539704.post-1259675843663560756</id><published>2007-12-14T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T13:48:41.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschooling #2</title><content type='html'>After a little research &amp;amp; thought, I'm going to wait on Jada to finish 1st grade. Things have gotten better the last couple of days as I have incorporated more prayer &amp;amp; Bible stories into our days &amp;amp; nights. This seems to ground her &amp;amp; help her attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602987853866539704-1259675843663560756?l=staceymiraflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceymiraflor.blogspot.com/feeds/1259675843663560756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602987853866539704&amp;postID=1259675843663560756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602987853866539704/posts/default/1259675843663560756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602987853866539704/posts/default/1259675843663560756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceymiraflor.blogspot.com/2007/12/homeschooling-2.html' title='Homeschooling #2'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469302672274056570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hss6pqjGq-Y/R1z0HHRv7lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DongxpH9JT0/S220/CIMG3974.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602987853866539704.post-1956003854535806676</id><published>2007-12-11T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T14:20:37.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschooling...YIKES!</title><content type='html'>Here I am jumping off a cliff I thought was further down the road! Thought I had several more years to prepare, but nope. We've decided to pull Jada from Public School, 1st grade, and homeschool her. We've been seeing alot of changes in her that are definatly worrisome. I knew eventually, I would be at this crossroads, but I feel that now is the time. Jacob will stay in his current class because of his special needs. Some of the special education he recieves I feel I can't replicate at this time. Jada, on the other hand, is very "clever" and I'm worried about the "street-smartness" rubbing off on her. I see it already in 1st grade. I'm thinking of going with A Beka. If any one has ideas or encouragment, I would be happy to recieve them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602987853866539704-1956003854535806676?l=staceymiraflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceymiraflor.blogspot.com/feeds/1956003854535806676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602987853866539704&amp;postID=1956003854535806676' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602987853866539704/posts/default/1956003854535806676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602987853866539704/posts/default/1956003854535806676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceymiraflor.blogspot.com/2007/12/homeschoolingyikes.html' title='Homeschooling...YIKES!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469302672274056570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hss6pqjGq-Y/R1z0HHRv7lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DongxpH9JT0/S220/CIMG3974.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602987853866539704.post-3633451406806348068</id><published>2007-12-10T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:04:33.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pastor's Life</title><content type='html'>Sunday was a wonderful day as well as a heartbreaking day. While I will not go into details, I'm sure that any Pastor &amp;amp; his wife would understand the feeling. One of those days that was bittersweet in the life of a Pastor. It never ceases to amaze me how our "job" envelopes our thoughts &amp;amp; lives 24 hours a day. You leave church with it, go home with it, go to bed with it on your mind. What a priviledge and what a difficult challange all wrapped up in such a beautiful package called the "Pastorate."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602987853866539704-3633451406806348068?l=staceymiraflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceymiraflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3633451406806348068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602987853866539704&amp;postID=3633451406806348068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602987853866539704/posts/default/3633451406806348068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602987853866539704/posts/default/3633451406806348068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceymiraflor.blogspot.com/2007/12/pastors-life.html' title='A Pastor&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469302672274056570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hss6pqjGq-Y/R1z0HHRv7lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DongxpH9JT0/S220/CIMG3974.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602987853866539704.post-8163023709041886841</id><published>2007-12-10T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:25:11.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My munchkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hss6pqjGq-Y/R1z3pXRv7nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KxRzKwYDktc/s1600-h/kids+pics+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142257164545420914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hss6pqjGq-Y/R1z3pXRv7nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KxRzKwYDktc/s400/kids+pics+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Jacob &amp;amp; Jada actually not fighting in the beginning of 2007!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602987853866539704-8163023709041886841?l=staceymiraflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceymiraflor.blogspot.com/feeds/8163023709041886841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602987853866539704&amp;postID=8163023709041886841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602987853866539704/posts/default/8163023709041886841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602987853866539704/posts/default/8163023709041886841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceymiraflor.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-munchkins.html' title='My munchkins'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469302672274056570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hss6pqjGq-Y/R1z0HHRv7lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DongxpH9JT0/S220/CIMG3974.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hss6pqjGq-Y/R1z3pXRv7nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KxRzKwYDktc/s72-c/kids+pics+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602987853866539704.post-4530514265835771893</id><published>2007-12-10T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:05:13.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Older</title><content type='html'>This is one of those late nights I feel like have insomnia! Is it a part of getting older or is it my imagination. Night after night I find myself laying in bed thinking of all the things I could be doing....like mindlessly reading other peoples' blog sites. Lately, I've been bothered by the whole "ageing" deal. My age never bothered me until the last year. I've entered a stage where I want to dress young &amp;amp; hip, all the while not looking like a 33 year old trying to look 18! I guess I will start trying to dress more towards the 30-40 yr. range. Ha. I'm going to try to get some shut eye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602987853866539704-4530514265835771893?l=staceymiraflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceymiraflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4530514265835771893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602987853866539704&amp;postID=4530514265835771893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602987853866539704/posts/default/4530514265835771893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602987853866539704/posts/default/4530514265835771893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceymiraflor.blogspot.com/2007/12/getting-older.html' title='Getting Older'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469302672274056570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hss6pqjGq-Y/R1z0HHRv7lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DongxpH9JT0/S220/CIMG3974.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602987853866539704.post-4412188056419722202</id><published>2007-11-13T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T08:47:34.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Thankful</title><content type='html'>This blog will be a glimpse into my life as a wife, mom, pastors' wife, individual. One of my morning rituals is listening to a local Christian Radio station as I go about the craziness of getting children ready for school. The station's theme to day was to pick out a letter in the alphabet and name something that starts with that letter that you are thankful for. This seems impossible to me because for every letter, there are a billion reasons. I have life, love, and joy all around me. I have been blessed to live in a "bubble" of these things all my life despite being surrounded by the ever-increasingly wicked world I live in. Thank you God for all that you have blessed me with. Today, I will study for my Ladies Group, clean my carpets, and be the best mommy I can be...all the while thankful for this life I lead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602987853866539704-4412188056419722202?l=staceymiraflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceymiraflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4412188056419722202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602987853866539704&amp;postID=4412188056419722202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602987853866539704/posts/default/4412188056419722202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602987853866539704/posts/default/4412188056419722202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceymiraflor.blogspot.com/2007/11/being-thankful.html' title='Being Thankful'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04469302672274056570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hss6pqjGq-Y/R1z0HHRv7lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DongxpH9JT0/S220/CIMG3974.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
