<?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="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/RASSE901"><title>The Story of My Life - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RASSE901/</link><description>It is just as the title says.  This is my story. The story of my life.</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="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RASSE901/913824" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RASSE901/913796" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RASSE901/909824" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RASSE901/909302" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RASSE901/858698" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RASSE901/913824"><title>Mrs. Gillis Part 2</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RASSE901/913824</link><description>I have to remind myself that she was only 24 years old. I have to remind myself that she had no clue what she was doing, or what impact she was having on little ones, being their teacher (although I must say that my own girls are around the same age as I write this, and they are totally way ahead...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RASSE901/913796"><title>Mrs. Gillis Part 1</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RASSE901/913796</link><description>Mrs. Gillis was my 3rd grade teacher. It's hard to believe that it's been 46 years since I sat in her class. Shy, skinny awkward me.....with tiny eyeglasses that when they slipped down, she would roughly shove up the bridge of my little pixie nose. Little quiet, goodhearted me, with so much...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RASSE901/909824"><title>Just Plain Old Stuck!</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RASSE901/909824</link><description>So can everyone tell that I am stuck on this story of my life? I've been trying to inspire myself by reading my great aunt's life story that I found in a container of memorabilia under dad's bed after he passed. Aunt Dorothy wasn't the best writer but there is such heart in her story! I was able...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RASSE901/909302"><title>Part 2</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RASSE901/909302</link><description>I would start with the typical "I was born on...." but I have this desire to liven it up just a bit. Maybe because I already feel like my story isn't very interesting or maybe because "I was born on...." is just plain old boring and overused. Let me start out by saying that my mom told me the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RASSE901/858698"><title>Introduction to The Story of My Life</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RASSE901/858698</link><description>The story of my life....it makes me who I am. It makes me complete. And it makes me infinite in a way, or so I like to think. "Everyone has a story"....and this is true. But it's also the latest "fad", the latest phraseology that's been popping around for the last year or so. And that's really...</description></item></rdf:RDF>