<?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-3866269697875836816</id><updated>2011-08-29T10:04:46.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fitzgerald's Rants, Raves, and Goings On</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nic and Liselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665125195969990224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TPbICTejdjI/AAAAAAAAADE/oDaTq1Nlsjk/S220/72026_1631173976437_1149251744_1793181_84410_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3866269697875836816.post-2698953238741300324</id><published>2011-06-28T10:40:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:27:26.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, another call to repentance, and here I am posting again... Life is grand! Life has been somewhat crazy the past 6 months. I've been working a lot on my Darth Vader costume for this Halloween. Yes, that's right, it's June, and I've been working on a costume for about 3 months already. I'm not sure if I'll have it all done in time for Halloween though, that's how involved I am on this one. Yes I am a nerd, yes it's expensive, and yes it will be super awesome! Here are a couple pics of the progress... The helmet then and now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still serving as first counselor in the Bishopric, and I love every minute of it. I'm so blessed to be able to work alongside such great men every week. I love them and am glad to call them friends. Liselle has been serving in Activity Days, and is really great at it, she's the best. Aside from my nerdy hobby, church calling, and family life, I've been looking for a change in employement. I've had that feeling that the 'winds of change' were blowing in my life, especially in the realm of employment. After seeing a friends post on Facebook, I inquired. Three interview dates later I was offered a position as a payroll manager and accepted. I'm so grateful for seeing that post, and am very excited (and a little nervous) to start down another path that will bless our family greatly. It's amazing how things just happen when the time is right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful for this new opportunity, and will really miss some of my co-workers. With change comes new life. I'm looking forward to working with people who want me around. I've felt that isn't the case with many that I currently work with. I may be mistaken on that, but that has been my perception. At any rate, I am looking forward to the new challenge and to expanding and stretching myself with my new responsibilities. I'm so grateful for Liselle. She's been so supportive of me as I've been going through this process and hasn't shown any signs of stress. She truly is amazing, and I am so very lucky that she chose me. I'm sure she wonders why in the world she did such a thing, but I'm sure glad she did! I love her with all my heart, and look forward to increasing that love every day. If you don't know her well, do it. You will be enriched beyond measure, and will find a loyal, kind, caring friend forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough with that mushy stuff. Keep your eyes peeled for more nerdy posts as i get closer to completing my costume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3866269697875836816-2698953238741300324?l=thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/feeds/2698953238741300324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3866269697875836816&amp;postID=2698953238741300324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/2698953238741300324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/2698953238741300324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/2011/06/recent-happenings.html' title='Recent Happenings'/><author><name>Nic and Liselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665125195969990224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TPbICTejdjI/AAAAAAAAADE/oDaTq1Nlsjk/S220/72026_1631173976437_1149251744_1793181_84410_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3866269697875836816.post-7076626694393504912</id><published>2010-12-01T12:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T13:50:47.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Mornings</title><content type='html'>So today I started working out again. It's been about three months since the last time. Sure, I've played football and what not since then, but haven't dedicated any time to specifically work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me premise this by saying that I hate waking up early in the morning. The only time I do it with little trouble is when I have an early morning Church meeting. For some crazy reason, all other occasions are tough for me to get up and ready. This morning began at 5:30. I felt like crying when the alarm went off. Forget the fact that I was out late practicing with Anthony for our first Christmas show, and that Ewan decided to crawl into bed with us somewhere around 3 or 4. I know the old saying "early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise". Well, now you all know why I am miles away from being healthy, wealthy, or wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rolled myself out of bed, got into my workout clothes and warm sweats, and waited by the window for my ride. I'm not going to lie, I was hoping John would not show up so I could go back to bed. He showed up. I stepped out into the cold air and woke up a bit. We decided that it would be cool to work out together as a Bishopric. Adam works at USANA and was able to get us access to the facility there. So away the three of us went. We got to the gym, and Adam went about his workout while John and I started the Sparticus routine. It's a circuit style workout that includes lunges free weights etc. I really enjoyed lifting, and had amlost forgotten how great it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working out, I got home just as the kids were waking up. After Chloe finished her cereal, I decided to try something we have never done as a family in the mornings (I'm a terrible example)... Family prayer and scripture study. Now with young kids (6, 3, and 7 months) it's kind of hard to actually study the scriptures. So we read 1 Nephi 1:1. I didn't just read it, but we actually broke the verse down and I explained what it meant. The kids were great, and it was short enough to keep them interested. As I sat and thought about it, I realized that doing this little "study" with the kids will be very beneficial to me. I have had the feelings to get to know the scriptures better, and I know that by reading one verse, and explaining it so a 6 year old can understand it, will help me to better understand them. I just need to kick myself in the butt and get rolling on my personal study as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, it was a great way to start the day, and I hope it continues. I'm curious to know how all my friends handle family prayer and scripture study. 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href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/2010/12/early-mornings.html' title='Early Mornings'/><author><name>Nic and Liselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665125195969990224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TPbICTejdjI/AAAAAAAAADE/oDaTq1Nlsjk/S220/72026_1631173976437_1149251744_1793181_84410_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3866269697875836816.post-7224053870598976403</id><published>2010-08-24T15:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T15:42:14.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cacb6f0b6c52d1ca" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TPbICTejdjI/AAAAAAAAADE/oDaTq1Nlsjk/S220/72026_1631173976437_1149251744_1793181_84410_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3866269697875836816.post-2874004101267751473</id><published>2010-08-24T15:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T15:36:50.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/THQ65KGENiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5LaoRHgYRgg/s1600/DSC04028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509092997817710114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/THQ65KGENiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5LaoRHgYRgg/s200/DSC04028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/THQ64Tq1t7I/AAAAAAAAACs/fFqGixBbaOc/s1600/DSC04022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509092983207999410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/THQ64Tq1t7I/AAAAAAAAACs/fFqGixBbaOc/s200/DSC04022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/THQ63EtnnzI/AAAAAAAAACk/lXydO-zt_24/s1600/DSC04025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509092962013257522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/THQ63EtnnzI/AAAAAAAAACk/lXydO-zt_24/s200/DSC04025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe's first day back at school.  She is in first grade now and is gone most of the day.  She is growing up too fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3866269697875836816-2874004101267751473?l=thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/feeds/2874004101267751473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3866269697875836816&amp;postID=2874004101267751473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/2874004101267751473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/2874004101267751473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/2010/08/chloes-first-day-back-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Nic and Liselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665125195969990224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TPbICTejdjI/AAAAAAAAADE/oDaTq1Nlsjk/S220/72026_1631173976437_1149251744_1793181_84410_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/THQ65KGENiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5LaoRHgYRgg/s72-c/DSC04028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3866269697875836816.post-7795612033321347774</id><published>2010-08-03T11:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T11:51:05.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Custard and Front Yards</title><content type='html'>Last night we went for a family walk over to the new frozen custard place by our house. After we got our treats, we walked back home and ate them on our front lawn. Chloe scarfed hers down like it was going out of style, Ewan gave himself a chocolate goatee, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Liselle&lt;/span&gt; and I sat and laughed at the kids as they ran around looking for 'clues'. As I sat there enjoying the evening, I couldn't help but think about how short this time with them will be. I just had the thought come to my mind that I really need to relish these times, and make sure to take it all in while I have the chance. Can't they stay little forever? I know they will grow up to do amazing things in this life, and I'm glad I'll get to see those things happen as well. There was just something about their innocence and happiness with small things that made me feel bad for stressing or worrying about dumb things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get more of that perspective with things I deal with daily. I want to find the awe in just looking up at an airplane flying overhead. I want to be excited to see the moon at night. I want to run in the grass barefoot for hours. I want to drive my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hot wheels&lt;/span&gt; through an imaginary city on the living room floor. All these things, seemingly little things, bring such joy and fulfillment to my kids. I love them too, but need to be much better at taking the time to get involved with it more. Just thought I'd let you know so that my neighbors wont thing I'm crazy for getting out my toys and playing with them more often. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3866269697875836816-7795612033321347774?l=thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/feeds/7795612033321347774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3866269697875836816&amp;postID=7795612033321347774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/7795612033321347774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/7795612033321347774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/2010/08/frozen-custard-and-front-yards.html' title='Frozen Custard and Front Yards'/><author><name>Nic and Liselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665125195969990224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TPbICTejdjI/AAAAAAAAADE/oDaTq1Nlsjk/S220/72026_1631173976437_1149251744_1793181_84410_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3866269697875836816.post-3858247117288506047</id><published>2010-08-02T12:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:25:49.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A wee note...</title><content type='html'>I find it so amazing that the week or so following my entry about dreams, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Liselle&lt;/span&gt; and I both had some very powerful dreams. I wont go into specifics here, someday I may share them, but suffice it to say that we both had dreams that left us with strong spiritual impressions. I love waking up in the morning with that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have been on my mind recently, many spiritual things, many temporal things, and all that fun stuff. Can I just say that I am so lucky that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Liselle&lt;/span&gt; has had the same types of things on her mind as well? This week marked our eight year anniversary, and as we sat at dinner Saturday night, we discussed many things that might seem weird or uncomfortable to many. But as we sat in that crowded restaurant eating our food and chatting, I felt the peace and comfort of the Spirit there with us. Many of you know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Liselle&lt;/span&gt;. Some might not know her that well. She is one of the most amazing women on the planet. She is shy, but not timid. She really is incredible, and for those who don't know it, you should spend time with her. You will be enriched as she opens up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure where I am going with all this, but I just felt the need to write it here. I love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Liselle&lt;/span&gt; so much, and I know she will always be with me because of the blessings of the temple. Whether I go first, or she does, we will be together forever. I'm so glad that I took first aid. I knew I'd be learning life saving technique's, I just never knew I'd have my life saved by a fellow student. I love you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Liselle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3866269697875836816-3858247117288506047?l=thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/feeds/3858247117288506047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3866269697875836816&amp;postID=3858247117288506047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/3858247117288506047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/3858247117288506047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/2010/08/wee-note.html' title='A wee note...'/><author><name>Nic and Liselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665125195969990224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TPbICTejdjI/AAAAAAAAADE/oDaTq1Nlsjk/S220/72026_1631173976437_1149251744_1793181_84410_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3866269697875836816.post-1277668507910022956</id><published>2010-07-21T14:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T14:43:08.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fd60dd857ac1a9a8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd60dd857ac1a9a8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331245584%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80D78F3C577E5B421FCC720B301358589C7E4B49.569147BE44FAE5351E3F53A60A180896C1EB3B0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd60dd857ac1a9a8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds3YpdmGlqNMgyreFuPIuidM9gr0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd60dd857ac1a9a8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331245584%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80D78F3C577E5B421FCC720B301358589C7E4B49.569147BE44FAE5351E3F53A60A180896C1EB3B0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd60dd857ac1a9a8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds3YpdmGlqNMgyreFuPIuidM9gr0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know he's in his underwear, but I thought it was cute.  He was doing this for a long time.  He could've done it for even longer if he wanted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3866269697875836816-1277668507910022956?l=thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/feeds/1277668507910022956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3866269697875836816&amp;postID=1277668507910022956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/1277668507910022956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/1277668507910022956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-know-hes-in-his-underwear-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nic and Liselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665125195969990224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TPbICTejdjI/AAAAAAAAADE/oDaTq1Nlsjk/S220/72026_1631173976437_1149251744_1793181_84410_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3866269697875836816.post-2880736600243001395</id><published>2010-07-19T13:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T14:34:20.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have those times when you wake up from a deep sleep and know you were having an important dream, but cannot remember what was going on? That has happened to me the last couple of nights. I wake up, know that a certain person was in it, and that it would be helpful in real life, but I cannot remember any of the details. I hate that. Some people don't take a lot of stock in dreams, but I personally do. I have a couple of dream books, and they have helped me quite a few times to discover some of the deeper meanings of dream symbols. I kinda look at dreams the way Joseph did in the Old Testament. Yes, some are just crazy, but I feel that we can learn many things from them. Some things deal with day to day life, but others can be lessons from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had several "spiritual" dreams in my lifetime. Many have come at times when I just needed that little nudge. At other times they have been in answer to prayer, and even out of the blue, when I wasn't looking for guidance. On my mission I had a series of what I like to call "Gordon B. Hinkley Dreams". President Hinkley is one of my heroes. During my service as a missionary in Scotland I had several dreams where I would sit and visit with him. Pretty cool just on its own, but there was something extra with these dreams. When we would sit for our next visit, we would review what we had previously talked about. It was almost like he was training me. Had he been dead at the time, I might have freaked out a bit, but alas, he was alive and well, and I loved our 'visits'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been occasions where I have heard a voice and then woke up. I never thought about adding the Samuel response to those moments "speak Lord, for thy servant heareth." I can only imagine what could have followed... Other times I have had words spoken to me. I've heard them as clearly as if someone were standing in the room talking to me. Revelation comes in many many forms, and I feel that we can definitely receive instruction from our Heavenly Father in our sleep. Throughout the ages, prophets have received guidance through dreams. I'm not putting myself on that plane, so don't get any ideas. I just know that I have received instruction and the Spirit in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whether you are being chased by a giant gummy bear with a harpoon gun, or sitting face to face with a spiritual guru, pay attention. There are things you can learn from them. If you need help figuring out meanings, I'll put on my coat of many colors and try to help you out. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3866269697875836816-2880736600243001395?l=thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/feeds/2880736600243001395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3866269697875836816&amp;postID=2880736600243001395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/2880736600243001395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/2880736600243001395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/2010/07/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Nic and Liselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665125195969990224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TPbICTejdjI/AAAAAAAAADE/oDaTq1Nlsjk/S220/72026_1631173976437_1149251744_1793181_84410_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3866269697875836816.post-50677840490471714</id><published>2010-07-14T12:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:21:52.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TD3_y_EPEEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Tt_i6rCuy-o/s1600/DSC03761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493828371849613378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TD3_y_EPEEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Tt_i6rCuy-o/s200/DSC03761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe in her dance costume.  She performed to the song "Rubber Ducky".  She was so cute and was the only one that knew the dance.  We are proud of her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3866269697875836816-50677840490471714?l=thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/feeds/50677840490471714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3866269697875836816&amp;postID=50677840490471714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/50677840490471714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/50677840490471714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/2010/07/chloe-in-her-dance-costume.html' title=''/><author><name>Nic and Liselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665125195969990224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TPbICTejdjI/AAAAAAAAADE/oDaTq1Nlsjk/S220/72026_1631173976437_1149251744_1793181_84410_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TD3_y_EPEEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Tt_i6rCuy-o/s72-c/DSC03761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3866269697875836816.post-8229985141181604462</id><published>2010-07-14T12:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:16:28.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TD3-p35gUGI/AAAAAAAAABw/dPa97GjXBKE/s1600/DSC03728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493827115795107938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TD3-p35gUGI/AAAAAAAAABw/dPa97GjXBKE/s320/DSC03728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would put up a few pictures of our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3866269697875836816-8229985141181604462?l=thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/feeds/8229985141181604462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3866269697875836816&amp;postID=8229985141181604462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/8229985141181604462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/8229985141181604462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-thought-i-would-put-up-few-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Nic and Liselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665125195969990224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TPbICTejdjI/AAAAAAAAADE/oDaTq1Nlsjk/S220/72026_1631173976437_1149251744_1793181_84410_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TD3-p35gUGI/AAAAAAAAABw/dPa97GjXBKE/s72-c/DSC03728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3866269697875836816.post-1574239364175345272</id><published>2010-07-13T15:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T16:34:01.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So I've been a busy boy lately. I've been working with my new band, Run The Sky Is Falling, learning songs and looking for gigs. I have been doing the P90X program, working full time, serving as 1st counselor in the Bishopric, playing in a rec. softball league, all while trying to be a husband and father. With all this, I still feel there is something missing in my life. Anyone who knows me on a personal level knows that I'm not getting fulfillment from my current employment. The company is great, there are some really great people that I work with, and it's so laid back. Some people would tell me I'm nuts for feeling this way, but I really dislike leaving my family to spend my days there. There's the option of asking for the ability of working from home, but I really don't want to bring that stuff into my home. I like the separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I really would enjoy doing is getting involved in sports again. I've played basketball at many levels. High school, D-1, JuCo, ABA, and now church ball. I really think I need to get back into playing. I've had inklings since I've been getting back into shape, that it would be fun to try to be the oldest rookie in the NBA. I'm not counting that out, but I'm not banking on it either. I would love to try my hand at coaching high school basketball. I had an opportunity fall apart for some reason, and I wish I knew how to get it back. I was slated to be the coach of the sophomores in a spring fling tournament for Hillcrest High School, my Alma Mater. For some reason, I never got the details of the league, and the time has come and past. I was so excited. I had spent hours studying the flex and triangle offenses. I was excited to be able to work with youth. I was excited to share my knowledge and talents with the game of basketball to others. I looked forward to motivating people. To help them see the greatness within themselves, on and off the court. I have not given up on that goal. I will coach, mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the type who should be sitting at a desk for 8 hours a day. I need to be active, moving, interacting with other people. At the moment, I sit in a corner, fairly secluded from everyone. I sit and listen to music, send emails, and take phone calls all day long. That is not something that brings me happiness in life. I get no fulfillment. Most of my interactions are over email. I never see the result of the work I do. I never get to see the people I work closely with. I never get kudos for my work. Add on to that, I have not received a raise, not one cent, for 3 years now. I know times were hard, but our company actually grew in that time. So it irks me that I have received nothing for my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other areas, I have found great enjoyment. I have always loved music, I listen to it often, I play it often, and I even try to create it myself. Music has a great power in my life. It brings emotions and memories in an instant. My ultimate musical goal is to write a song that has that power in someone else's life. I love music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Liselle and I approach our 8th wedding anniversary this month, I have had many thoughts, especially about this past year. They say the 7th year is the hardest, and by comparison, ours probably wasn't as hard as many. We had ups and downs. Moments of uncertainty, moments of fear, moments of worry. But through those moments we were able to discover some very important truths. Many hours have been spent in prayer and deep thought. Things have been pondered in the Lords house, and the sweetness of the Spirit extended to us both. I know that things have a purpose. I know that Heavenly Father can, and does, give specific answers to prayers. I know He knows what is best for us, and that as we receive answers, He knows the timeline of when those blessings will be given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is a tough thing. To have certain knowledge, but not know when it is to come to pass can be a great trial of faith. I've had moments where I have second guessed what I had felt, where I wondered if I had made it all up in my mind. Every time I had those thoughts come, I would pray, or a thought would come to my mind, and I would get those chills that only the Spirit can bring. Did I waiver again? Yes I did. Did the answer ever change? No it did not. Even though the fruits of that answer have yet to come, I know they will. When? I have no idea, other than the feeling I've had all through this... Soon. What do I do to pass the time? I just take it all one day at a time, but that doesn't prevent me from having that thought in the back of my mind. We just have to roll with what life gives us, and keep the faith that when we receive answers to things that we cannot directly influence, that He will take care of it when it is the right time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3866269697875836816-1574239364175345272?l=thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/feeds/1574239364175345272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3866269697875836816&amp;postID=1574239364175345272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/1574239364175345272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/1574239364175345272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/2010/07/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Nic and Liselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665125195969990224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TPbICTejdjI/AAAAAAAAADE/oDaTq1Nlsjk/S220/72026_1631173976437_1149251744_1793181_84410_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3866269697875836816.post-5476423085492247485</id><published>2010-06-07T18:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:03:07.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa baby</title><content type='html'>So after a long, long time, I finally remembered the password to this thing. I doubt anyone even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;looked&lt;/span&gt; here, so no biggie I guess. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;, just a heads up that I w&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ill&lt;/span&gt; probably start writing here and there again, as there is a lot going on in my little brain. Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3866269697875836816-5476423085492247485?l=thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/feeds/5476423085492247485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3866269697875836816&amp;postID=5476423085492247485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/5476423085492247485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/5476423085492247485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/2010/06/whoa-baby.html' title='Whoa baby'/><author><name>Nic and Liselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665125195969990224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TPbICTejdjI/AAAAAAAAADE/oDaTq1Nlsjk/S220/72026_1631173976437_1149251744_1793181_84410_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3866269697875836816.post-3526595389308007780</id><published>2008-10-29T10:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:29:49.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and Realizations</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was doing my usual morning scripture study and had something pop into my head. I was reading in Jacob 5 (the grafting of the olive tree chapter). I can't tell you how many times I have read that chapter, but this time I had the spiritual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;light bulb&lt;/span&gt; flip on. We all know that the initial grafting in of the branches to other olive trees represents the scattering of the 12 tribes of Israel, and that these branches were good. Also, branches from wild trees were grafted into other trees. These trees yielded up good fruit, and they were laid up against the season. As time passed in the vineyard, the trees became overrun with "wild fruit" or "evil fruit". The harvest to lay up the fruit against the season was approaching, but the Lord of the vineyard had no good fruit to harvest. This grieved the Lord of the vineyard and He even suggested they burn and destroy the vineyard and prepare for the next season. This example of the trees being overrun with wild or evil fruit rang out to me especially strong as I read it. I felt the enlightening power of the Spirit upon my mind as I drew the parallel that this overrun state was an example of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Apostasy&lt;/span&gt;. When the gospel was diluted, and different sects put their own spin on the gospel of Jesus Christ, thus bearing much fruit, but none of it was good like unto the first fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the account given by Joseph Smith regarding the "religious excitement" of his time. There were many revival style meetings, and each sect had such a different idea about the principles of the Gospel that Joseph because confused. As we know, this lead Joseph to pray in faith, and thus ushered in the restoration of the fullness of the gospel. As I compared this to chapter 5 in Jacob, it just clicked to me. Now I'm sure that you guys already knew that, and drew that parallel long ago, but for me, it happened when I was 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the amazing thing about the gospel. It's all true and unchanging, but we as His children progress and grow at different paces. Some people are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scriptorians&lt;/span&gt; and scholars when it comes to the scriptures. Others are just getting started on their journey. The thing we each need to remember is that no matter our point in our progression, we are all loved the same. As long as we make and keep covenants, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; faith, and endure to the end, we will be alright. We wont be judged according to our ability to quote scriptures, or to expound the gospel like the prophets do. Rather, press forward with faith and hope, and the Lord will watch over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd share that with all of you, I hope it wasn't too boring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3866269697875836816-3526595389308007780?l=thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/feeds/3526595389308007780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3866269697875836816&amp;postID=3526595389308007780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/3526595389308007780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/3526595389308007780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/2008/10/thoughts-and-realizations.html' title='Thoughts and Realizations'/><author><name>Nic and Liselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665125195969990224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TPbICTejdjI/AAAAAAAAADE/oDaTq1Nlsjk/S220/72026_1631173976437_1149251744_1793181_84410_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3866269697875836816.post-3333334286152957199</id><published>2008-10-27T16:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:13:33.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>I was feeling in the mood to write, not necessarily a blog, but writing of some sort, so here I am. Liselle and I will be using this blog to post updates on our family, blow off steam, and just jot down thoughts and feelings as they come. I'm sure many of the posts I put up will not necessarily be used as anything more than a place to put those random ideas and thoughts that come to my mind. Liselle on the other hand may use this in a completely different way. We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been itching to write something, but am unsure what. I don't feel like writing my thoughts, or keeping a journal here today, but rather want to write something creative, a short story, a movie, or something along those lines. I don't know what though, so therein lies the issue. So as the work day winds down, and I have the time, I'll probably open up good old Microsoft Word, and start writing. If anything of significance comes of it, I'll share it with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to something....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3866269697875836816-3333334286152957199?l=thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/feeds/3333334286152957199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3866269697875836816&amp;postID=3333334286152957199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/3333334286152957199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3866269697875836816/posts/default/3333334286152957199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefitzgeraldsrantsravesandgoingson.blogspot.com/2008/10/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Nic and Liselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665125195969990224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YcteSjyt-1Y/TPbICTejdjI/AAAAAAAAADE/oDaTq1Nlsjk/S220/72026_1631173976437_1149251744_1793181_84410_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
