<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/mamaJOY"><title>Of Turnips, Caterpillars and raindrops - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamaJOY/</link><description>Musings, a poem or two, The Jolley motto:  Never a Dull Moment, Not That We Haven't Prayed for One still holds true.  by mamajoy</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamaJOY/511264" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamaJOY/510386" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamaJOY/509334" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamaJOY/508457" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamaJOY/508254" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamaJOY/508002" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamaJOY/507784" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamaJOY/507681" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamaJOY/506612" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamaJOY/505430" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamaJOY/511264"><title /><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamaJOY/511264</link><description>I got up at four am to put hubby on to plane. His Grandmother died at age 102. She had taught him in the rural three roomed schoolhouse for a few years so he really wanted to pay his respects. It doesn't give him much time to be with his children, but his ties to the past are stronger than his...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamaJOY/510386"><title /><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamaJOY/510386</link><description>The craziness has started in earnest. Bronchitis and Christmas and company. Ben is also down with a cold--but so far it's only a cold. 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