<?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-31336814</id><updated>2011-10-21T07:58:43.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine's</title><subtitle type='html'>It use to all be mine but now it is ours and soon it will be our little one's</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mine's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13202514502675480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/THneKXo8vEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZN-bjjaKPw/S220/IMG_1678.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31336814.post-6017015355110340170</id><published>2009-06-11T14:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:58:50.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June's Budget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/SjFh2npRnUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yGMCunZYEnM/s1600-h/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/SjFh2npRnUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yGMCunZYEnM/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346161823648423234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I went to Target to pick up a few items, including birthday/father's day cards. I believe the majority of the money I spent on that trip to Target was on cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June has always been a busy month for the Silberman family. Both Daddy Silberman and Mommy Silberman have birthdays and there is always the most important holiday, Father's Day. As the years have past June has gotten even busier. Three years ago we added another June birthday, brother-in-law Scott, and then two years ago that brother-in-law became a father. A year and a half ago I added a father-in-law into the equation of people I have to honor during the month a June. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this year another person needs to be honored this June and that is my wonderful husband Ben. On April 10, 2009 at 6:20 pm he became the father to a perfect, wonderful, beautiful baby girl, Adena Helen Weiss. She is the joy of my life and is perfect in every way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31336814-6017015355110340170?l=ahavasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6017015355110340170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31336814&amp;postID=6017015355110340170' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/6017015355110340170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/6017015355110340170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/junes-budget.html' title='June&apos;s Budget'/><author><name>Mine's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13202514502675480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/THneKXo8vEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZN-bjjaKPw/S220/IMG_1678.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/SjFh2npRnUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yGMCunZYEnM/s72-c/IMG_0708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31336814.post-2908573750715370629</id><published>2008-09-18T19:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:27:25.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Changes Part II</title><content type='html'>Months back I had a lapse in reality and thought it would be a good idea to start a family and Ben had even a bigger lapse in judgment and agreed. Well months and months past and no luck. I had grown up with the notion that when you decided it was time to have baby you and your loved one would try to create a baby and within in months you would be pregnant. That notion quickly flew out the window. I finally saw a doctor in June and she gave me a magic pill. I was told that it may still take a few months on this pill to get pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is now July and I finally decided to do something about my chronic heartburn. I saw a doctor and he thought it would be great idea to stick a tiny camera down my throat. When I got to the surgery center the nurse made me take a pregnancy test which came back negative. I had the procedure and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, a Friday, I woke up for another fun filled day at work. The night before I had not been feeling well and now had a canker sore. I had one home pregnancy test and since I was debating whether or not to take it I decided it was time to use it so I could stop thinking about it. Well, I took it and went about getting ready for my day. Three minutes later I went back to look at it and I saw something I thought I would never ever see....a faint line. I WAS PREGNANT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started shaking and screaming my words of joy to the dogs. No one else was around. Well, what is a girl to do at this point? Well I called my mother. After talking to her I called the father to be who had very little reaction to the news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months have passed and I am now almost 11 weeks pregnant. I am due Easter Sunday and since I am Jewish I am free and have nothing else to do that day. I am still in shock that I am going to be a mother. Miracles do happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31336814-2908573750715370629?l=ahavasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2908573750715370629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31336814&amp;postID=2908573750715370629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/2908573750715370629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/2908573750715370629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-many-changes-part-ii.html' title='So Many Changes Part II'/><author><name>Mine's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13202514502675480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/THneKXo8vEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZN-bjjaKPw/S220/IMG_1678.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31336814.post-8423474927185815062</id><published>2008-01-26T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:21:12.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Changes</title><content type='html'>So many changes have happened in the last three months. I moved to Illinois, I got married, got a new job and now, officially, I am no longer Tammy Silberman of Wisconsin. I am now Tammy Weiss of Illinois. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R5v34ZXyMUI/AAAAAAAAABo/_3hVJxFx1yc/s1600-h/100_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R5v34ZXyMUI/AAAAAAAAABo/_3hVJxFx1yc/s320/100_0615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159990346338414914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R5v3rpXyMTI/AAAAAAAAABg/d2gH5YLeYsk/s1600-h/100_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R5v3rpXyMTI/AAAAAAAAABg/d2gH5YLeYsk/s320/100_0614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159990127295082802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am still Tammy Weiss the Packer Fan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31336814-8423474927185815062?l=ahavasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8423474927185815062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31336814&amp;postID=8423474927185815062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/8423474927185815062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/8423474927185815062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-many-changes.html' title='So Many Changes'/><author><name>Mine's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13202514502675480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/THneKXo8vEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZN-bjjaKPw/S220/IMG_1678.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R5v34ZXyMUI/AAAAAAAAABo/_3hVJxFx1yc/s72-c/100_0615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31336814.post-6745954254193683050</id><published>2008-01-22T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:04:50.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Start</title><content type='html'>The year 2008 has already gotten off to a rocky start. Lately I have been feeling very uninspired, however, I felt the need to share this bit of sad news in the hope that all would keep this family in their prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday the Chicago police department pulled the body of one of my former classmates out of Lake Michigan. Robyn Bercovici was only 27 and a social worker in downtown Chicago. They have declared it a drowning but are unsure if it was suicide or murder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine the pain and confusion the family is in during such a horrible time. I hope they know that they are in my thoughts and the thoughts of many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R5agopXyMSI/AAAAAAAAABY/yZfRK_-ZOuY/s1600-h/n1221060233_30033519_4317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R5agopXyMSI/AAAAAAAAABY/yZfRK_-ZOuY/s320/n1221060233_30033519_4317.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158487043360305442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31336814-6745954254193683050?l=ahavasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6745954254193683050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31336814&amp;postID=6745954254193683050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/6745954254193683050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/6745954254193683050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/rocky-start.html' title='Rocky Start'/><author><name>Mine's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13202514502675480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/THneKXo8vEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZN-bjjaKPw/S220/IMG_1678.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R5agopXyMSI/AAAAAAAAABY/yZfRK_-ZOuY/s72-c/n1221060233_30033519_4317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31336814.post-3864662903155957553</id><published>2007-12-23T00:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T00:54:27.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM BLESSED</title><content type='html'>I can only imagine that it is due to the time of the year but lately I have found myself reflecting on all the things that I have been blessed with. This year I have been extremely lucky for most of my blessings have come in the form of people; people that have touched my life and have made it so much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most grateful and most lucky to be blessed with two wonderful, amazing and supportive parents. If it was not for them believing in me and standing by my side I would not be where I am today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R24AAE4-bmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/v73YEUBS5_k/s1600-h/n69200314_32519147_3702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R24AAE4-bmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/v73YEUBS5_k/s320/n69200314_32519147_3702.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147051425443769954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is an amazing woman. She not only supports my father, my sister and me, but she is always there to lend a hand to her mother or a dear friend. If someday I can be half the mother she is, I will have achieved more than I can ever imagine. On top of all that she has now proven that she can be a wonderful and loving grandmother. (That includes a grandmother to Simon and Milo) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R24Avk4-bnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/B3aHdqvkXIw/s1600-h/me-in-AusWebb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R24Avk4-bnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/B3aHdqvkXIw/s320/me-in-AusWebb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147052241487556210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father....what can I say about my father. To me he is one of the most amazing human beings I have ever had the honor of knowing. He has achieved so much; a doctor, kayaker, writer, photographer, black belt in judo, sailor...... I could keep going on. However, his most impressive achievement is having been and continuing to be an incredible father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of those two unbelievable family members I was also blessed with being the little sister of Carri, a.k.a Kiki. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R24DA04-boI/AAAAAAAAABA/mypB0sRH8i4/s1600-h/100_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R24DA04-boI/AAAAAAAAABA/mypB0sRH8i4/s320/100_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147054736863555202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been times where I could have killed her. There have been times in which I thought I would never speak to her again, but she is my life. I would do anything for my sister and I would like to believe the same hold trues for her. I look up to her and look towards her for support. It brings me great joy when she tells me that she loves me and even bigger joy when i get to see her.  She also blessed me this year with making me an aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R24ESU4-bpI/AAAAAAAAABI/-381DLRMgLU/s1600-h/12photo9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R24ESU4-bpI/AAAAAAAAABI/-381DLRMgLU/s320/12photo9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147056137022893714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the picture says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my most important, amazing, wonderful, memorable, blessing came on October 21st. I got to marry Ben, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R24EmE4-bqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cg-wmbFSCSE/s1600-h/benincage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R24EmE4-bqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cg-wmbFSCSE/s320/benincage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147056476325310114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the most outstanding man. I don't look up to him; I look towards him. I look towards him for support and advice. He is truly my equal. I am thankful everyday that he married me and that I get to spend the rest of my life with him. I hope someday he can realize what he means to me and how much having him in my life is a blessing. More over, I hope he knows he is my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31336814-3864662903155957553?l=ahavasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3864662903155957553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31336814&amp;postID=3864662903155957553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/3864662903155957553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/3864662903155957553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-blessed.html' title='I AM BLESSED'/><author><name>Mine's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13202514502675480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/THneKXo8vEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZN-bjjaKPw/S220/IMG_1678.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R24AAE4-bmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/v73YEUBS5_k/s72-c/n69200314_32519147_3702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31336814.post-8904832366521801638</id><published>2007-12-09T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:32:13.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just So Unsure</title><content type='html'>This blog is just a way for me to vent. It does not matter if my readers know what I am talking about nor if they give me advice, what matters is if they just listen and nod their heads. &lt;br /&gt;How do you know what to do when you come to a crossroad in life? What do you do when your heart and gut tells you to go left and everyone else is telling you to go right?&lt;br /&gt;I believe in life you can be on more then one path at a time. I have been on many and a lot of them I do not want to be on anymore. I am done with the drama, I am done with being an adolescent. I want to be married, I want to be with my husband, I want Ben and I to be like a family, I want to find my niche. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a lot on my mind that I need to figure out and it sucks that I need to do it alone. However, thanks for listening and most of all thanks for nodding your heading and saying it's okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31336814-8904832366521801638?l=ahavasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8904832366521801638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31336814&amp;postID=8904832366521801638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/8904832366521801638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/8904832366521801638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-so-unsure.html' title='Just So Unsure'/><author><name>Mine's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13202514502675480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/THneKXo8vEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZN-bjjaKPw/S220/IMG_1678.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31336814.post-8223206875654287541</id><published>2007-12-06T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:44:29.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Married Lady</title><content type='html'>If you have read my other blogs and if you can figure out how a calendar works, then you are probably well aware that I am no longer Ms. Silberman, but I have now taken on the new role of Mrs. Weiss. I am loving and enjoying every moment of it, but most of all I feel like everything is just right. Not only am I happy, comfortable, and content, I also can't wait to see what our new life together brings us. Thanks to everyone that has supported us and will continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R1izMvLhU5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/NBF_DB5Lw5k/s1600-h/n613516516_394347_7996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R1izMvLhU5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/NBF_DB5Lw5k/s320/n613516516_394347_7996.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141056006048011154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love&lt;br /&gt;Tammy Weiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31336814-8223206875654287541?l=ahavasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8223206875654287541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31336814&amp;postID=8223206875654287541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/8223206875654287541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/8223206875654287541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/old-married-lady.html' title='Old Married Lady'/><author><name>Mine's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13202514502675480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/THneKXo8vEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZN-bjjaKPw/S220/IMG_1678.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/R1izMvLhU5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/NBF_DB5Lw5k/s72-c/n613516516_394347_7996.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31336814.post-611787209092898158</id><published>2007-08-03T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T21:42:33.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Was It Really A Tale Of Two Cities?</title><content type='html'>"It was the best of times and it was the worse of times" is the opening line to a very famous Dickens novel, but if I didn't know any better I would think he was writing about a wedding. This endeavor of planning a wedding that Ben, a brave man mentioned in Silbs blog, and I started less then a year ago has been one of many ups and even some downs. We have been lucky enough to have the wonderful support of our family and many of our friends. However, even with all their support and their attempt to make it a perfect day, there are some that have forgotten that on October 21st for 24 hours, technically even less, it is not about them.&lt;br /&gt;     At the start of the planning I was very aware that not everyone on our thirteen plus page guest list would be able to attend and we are very thankful for that. However, there is a list within that list and those on that hidden list are the ones whose presence at the big day is oh so important to Ben and I. As we have been getting closer and closer to the big day, did I mention it is October 21st, we have been informed that there are some on this hidden list that will not be attending. I am very aware that there are reasons beyond one's control that may not allow them to attend the event of the century, my wedding which is on October 21st, but some of our dear ones have no excuse except they do not feel like either making the effort, the sacrifice or are little to self absorbed. They have seemed to have forgotten that on October 21st it is about the bride and groom, it is about Ben and I, that it is not about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I mentioned the date of the wedding numerous of times in the hope that it would help my father, silbs blog, remember when the big day is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31336814-611787209092898158?l=ahavasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/611787209092898158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31336814&amp;postID=611787209092898158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/611787209092898158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/611787209092898158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/was-it-really-tale-of-two-cities.html' title='Was It Really A Tale Of Two Cities?'/><author><name>Mine's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13202514502675480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/THneKXo8vEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZN-bjjaKPw/S220/IMG_1678.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31336814.post-67624169921470862</id><published>2007-06-23T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T18:29:39.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Side Note</title><content type='html'>Did I mention that Joseph has a wonderful set of grandparents, Linda and Richard? Well he does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31336814-67624169921470862?l=ahavasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/67624169921470862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31336814&amp;postID=67624169921470862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/67624169921470862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/67624169921470862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/side-note.html' title='A Side Note'/><author><name>Mine's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13202514502675480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/THneKXo8vEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZN-bjjaKPw/S220/IMG_1678.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31336814.post-1421022150254652716</id><published>2007-06-16T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:32:09.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breeding Breeding Breed All About IT</title><content type='html'>So I guess everyone and everything everywhere is reproducing. In some cases this is a good thing. For example, my sister and her husband have made me an aunt. As of May 30 I have become the proud aunt to my nephew Joesph Aaron Wasserberg and I couldn't be happier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/RnSn9Ao-ppI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5XCCg9l6VHI/s1600-h/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/RnSn9Ao-ppI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5XCCg9l6VHI/s320/one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076867346539128466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at him I see nothing but pure joy and a wonderful future for him. These people, my sister Kiki and Scott, are the ones we need to reproduce and breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it seems that those that are doing more of this breeding then anyone else are people who cannot even provide a wonderful future for themselves. They are either struggling in one area or the other and cannot understand the responsibility that a comes along with a child. To them having a child is usually away to force marriage upon someone, keep the relationship alive or the child may even be a fun "toy" to play with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more wonderful then a child and having a child when it is done in the right situation and I am glad that my nephew has been born into the perfect situation. He has a roof over his head, wonderful and educated parents, and even more importantly family that will love him no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finally thought is: you need a license to drive, fish or hunt but anyone can have a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Tammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31336814-1421022150254652716?l=ahavasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1421022150254652716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31336814&amp;postID=1421022150254652716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/1421022150254652716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/1421022150254652716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/breeding-breeding-breed-all-about-it.html' title='Breeding Breeding Breed All About IT'/><author><name>Mine's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13202514502675480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/THneKXo8vEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZN-bjjaKPw/S220/IMG_1678.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/RnSn9Ao-ppI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5XCCg9l6VHI/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31336814.post-116182548084556260</id><published>2006-10-25T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T20:18:00.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM GOING TO BE AN AUNT!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I know two posts in one day but here is the my nephew or niece's first picture. It will definetly be a cute baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6577/3385/1600/First%20Picture.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6577/3385/320/First%20Picture.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6577/3385/1600/First%20Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6577/3385/320/First%20Picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31336814-116182548084556260?l=ahavasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116182548084556260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31336814&amp;postID=116182548084556260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/116182548084556260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/116182548084556260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-going-to-be-aunt.html' title='I AM GOING TO BE AN AUNT!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mine's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13202514502675480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/THneKXo8vEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZN-bjjaKPw/S220/IMG_1678.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31336814.post-116182313069351184</id><published>2006-10-25T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:38:50.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bros Before Hos</title><content type='html'>I am sure most have heard the forementioned title of this entry before: one should always put their friends, either female or male, before a girlfriend or boyfriend. Of course if you are married or I guess even engaged this does not apply to you. It is such a simple saying, it even rhymes, and yet no one seems to follow it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say that I try to follow these words of wisdom. Perhaps not all the time but for the most part I do my best to keep my promises and commitments with my friends. I do not break an outing with a chum or cut dinner short with them if my "other half" calls and wants to paint the town red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do some many people seem to turn their backs on the golden rule when it comes to members of the opposite, and sometimes the same, sex. That's right, the golden rule; treat others as you wish to be treated. A pal may ditch you to spend an evening with their boy/girlfriend, but if you were to ask them how they would feel if they were the one getting ditched, I can almost say with certainty they would be less the pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People seem to forget that for the most part boyfriends and girlfriends, and even sometimes spouses, come and go but good friends stay forever. This being said I pose this question: Do you stick by a friend that always puts you second when something more fun to play with comes along? What happens when their heart is broken, should you be there for them? When do you forgive and forget?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31336814-116182313069351184?l=ahavasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116182313069351184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31336814&amp;postID=116182313069351184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/116182313069351184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/116182313069351184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/bros-before-hos.html' title='Bros Before Hos'/><author><name>Mine's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13202514502675480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/THneKXo8vEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZN-bjjaKPw/S220/IMG_1678.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31336814.post-115509090208139181</id><published>2006-08-08T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:35:02.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plants are dying, babies are crying</title><content type='html'>I realize my audience is looking for words of wisdom but all I can promise right now are just words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was spent in Chicago attending Lollapalooza. The two highlights, besides spending time with Ben,  was seeing the Flaming Lips and Matisyahu. Although the Flaming Lips put on an amazing, and I mean AMAZING performance, Wayne, the lead singer, decided to voice his opinion on world politics. Wayne, being a political analyst, wait.... he is a singer, said how wonderful it would be if Israel would stop it's bombing. I did not become angry over what he said but the fact that he said it. A music event, and just music in itself should unit people. This three day event was for people all over and from all different backgrounds to come together and enjoy something they love, music. I didn't pay all that money to be "educated" on the mideast conflict but to merely be entertained. All was redeemed when I saw Matisyahu the next day. Not only an amazing performance but an uplifting and reassuring one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a said note, my plant died. A plant my loving boyfriend gave to me has passed on. I pronounced it dead early today and will "bury" sometime tomorrow. I hope everyone will say a prayer in honor of my plant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31336814-115509090208139181?l=ahavasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115509090208139181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31336814&amp;postID=115509090208139181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/115509090208139181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/115509090208139181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/plants-are-dying-babies-are-crying.html' title='Plants are dying, babies are crying'/><author><name>Mine's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13202514502675480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/THneKXo8vEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZN-bjjaKPw/S220/IMG_1678.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31336814.post-115337081227068166</id><published>2006-07-19T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:46:52.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Friend Darwin</title><content type='html'>All though Darwin is often misquoted, he basically came up with the concept of survival of the fittest. This meaning those who can adapt well to their surrounding environment will survive and ultimately the weak will be weeded out of the gene pool. In today's society this concept is not seen in practice that much since the human species has even allowed the weak to adapt to the environment with little effort via air conditioning, heat, rain coats and protection from mother nature in general. However, I say it is time we give Darwin and our gene pool a hand and bring about the modern concept of survival of the fittest.&lt;br /&gt;        Of course we cannot take all the humans in the world, throw them into the wilderness with no tools and see who survives. But what about our modern wilderness? By modern wilderness I mean the harsh streets where cars whiz by wildly at 40 or even 50 mph. Once again today's society has allowed the weak to survive, for even someone who cannot outrun a Suburban can simply use a crosswalk. So what if we change survival of the fittest to survival of the smartest? One would think someone with a basic knowledge of the world, cars are bigger then humans and tend to be faster, could figure out that using a crosswalk is the best means to ensure their survival. (Just hang in there. I am going somewhere with this) Therefore, if someone lacks this basic knowledge they most likely will run out in the middle of the street in front of an oncoming car. When I see this happen I believe there is no reason why the car should not hit the imbecile who could not figure out that walking an extra 20 feet and using the crosswalk would have been the wiser and safer option. If we were allowed to use our automobile to eliminate these idiots, the human species would be able to weed out the dumb and ultimately raise the intelligence amongst our gene pool.&lt;br /&gt;        Or perhaps I am just your typical pissed off human with little or no patience for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31336814-115337081227068166?l=ahavasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115337081227068166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31336814&amp;postID=115337081227068166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/115337081227068166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/115337081227068166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/our-friend-darwin.html' title='Our Friend Darwin'/><author><name>Mine's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13202514502675480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/THneKXo8vEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZN-bjjaKPw/S220/IMG_1678.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31336814.post-115328161380818575</id><published>2006-07-18T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:13:25.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>There is no remedy for love but to love more.&lt;br /&gt;-Henry David Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can one know if they are truly in love? One might say you can tell by gazing into each other's eyes or if you get butterflies in your stomach when they touch you. But after years and years of wondering I have finally found the way of figuring out if you are truly in love with someone. For I am madly in love with my boyfriend Ben and I know he truly loves me too for he was willing to help me clean up after my dog was sick. And when I say sick I mean sick in the worse kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clipartspace.com/clipart/hearts/heart8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.clipartspace.com/clipart/hearts/heart8.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would assume I would need no more evidence to prove that Ben and I are in love but there is tons more, such as he helps me out, drives two hours to see me and so on. One of the most important pieces of evidences is that we can enjoy each other's company as I peel off his dead skin from his sun burnt shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if that isn't true love what is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31336814-115328161380818575?l=ahavasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115328161380818575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31336814&amp;postID=115328161380818575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/115328161380818575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31336814/posts/default/115328161380818575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahavasblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Mine's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13202514502675480419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcXOh_aUlok/THneKXo8vEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tZN-bjjaKPw/S220/IMG_1678.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
