<?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-23849817</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:38:33.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NoMo Tears</title><subtitle type='html'>NoMo Tears. The inner feelings expressed in an arena that is open to correction &amp; critique. Not with-holding anything. We all are growing each and every day(or at least we should be).  I decided a few years back that I wanted to help those who lacked guidance, support, sharing,love,inspiration,motivation,caring,and discipline. This gives me an outlet to work on these areas of concern and develop additional qualities.  EACH ONE SHOULD TEACH ONE.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomotrz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomotrz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ms. Nomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080740334052764930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849817.post-115023790518537025</id><published>2006-06-13T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T15:50:12.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6334/828/0/unnamed-image-1-705185.0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Heckle &amp; Jeckle.  Yes, these two make my world go 'round.  Sometimes, it's a never ending, revolving, cycle.  Gotta Love Them!  Between school, church, choir rehearsal, figure skating, football, travel, and good old family time-there's not much time left for anything else.  "ME TIME" is a must.  I get it whenever I find a niche.  They can be more than a notion, but it's all worth it.  Raising a child in the way you would have them go is a must.  Later in life, they look back and say "Thank You" for giving them guidance, love, support, and a solid foundation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849817-115023790518537025?l=nomotrz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/115023790518537025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/115023790518537025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomotrz.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-heckle-jeckle.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms. Nomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080740334052764930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849817.post-114920234275959499</id><published>2006-06-01T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T16:29:29.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"What's Love Gotta Do With It"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been missing in action, but now after some re-grouping, am back in full effect. What in the world is going on with relationships? I chose to write in the color red because I'm a bit ticked off! A close friend of mine (I'll call her Blue-J) ,has been married 6 years, has three children, a new house, a lazy, unconcerned husband, and is in the midst of getting a divorce, putting her house on the market, and moving to Atlanta. Mind you, the last child is just 3 months old, and the other two are 4 and 5. If the relationship was on the rocks, why didn't someone say something before the act of conception took place? Now I am nowhere near perfect nor am I throwing stones, but &lt;em&gt;come on people!&lt;/em&gt; When does this ugly cycle end? Women tend to cater to their mates needs, end up having kids, work 40-55 hours a week, and find out later that what they envisioned as "&lt;em&gt;somewhat of a disfunctional family" was a hoax or just a dream. The husband decides he can't take anymore, and just walks out. He does not answer any phone calls on his cell, doesn't make any calls to check on his kids, and is not concerned about how the mortgage is getting paid or how the wife and kids are surviving. This is a bunch of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"! &lt;strong&gt;Each time a woman's spirit is broken, it take a cool minute before she can re-group and keep living. Being a single parent of 1 is bad enough. But, to be the single parent of 3 is just plain absurd! Blue-J did not sign up for the additional hoopla. She only responded to a single question, &lt;em&gt;"Will you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Marry Me&lt;/em&gt;". This makes me wonder is marriage really worth all of the hype that it receives? Do the sacrifices truly outweigh the drama? What's Love Gotta Do With It! Not a Damn Thang! When we stay strong, don't take any bullshit, and keep it movin', we are labeled as Mean Bitches. When we allow the weakest, bull headed, mother fucka to penetrate our fortress, many times we end up with the short end of the stick. We are constantly forgiving, caring, and loving. Is there no end to a life of uncertainties, raw deals, and just random acts of stupidity? The world may never know. I will keep Blue-J and any strong woman in a situation such as this held up in prayer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849817-114920234275959499?l=nomotrz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/114920234275959499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/114920234275959499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomotrz.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-love-gotta-do-with-it.html' title='&quot;What&apos;s Love Gotta Do With It&quot;'/><author><name>Ms. Nomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080740334052764930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849817.post-114452768062927086</id><published>2006-04-08T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T14:03:01.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://avatars.yahoo.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="235" alt="Yahoo! Avatars" src="http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=nomotrz@pacbell.net&amp;size=large&amp;amp;type=jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a while since I've updated my page. Well, so much has been going on, I just took the time to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and regroup. Whenever I give of myself until it feels as though there is nothing left, I just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;STOP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I take some time for "Me". Many people are having heart-attacks and strokes at a very young age. I do not want to fall into that category. Sometimes, it's difficult to let others fend for themselves. You become accustomed to always being there and helping out whenever possible. The moment you turn off that cellie, t.v., house phone, and computer, it's like a breath of fresh air. I guess it's ok to be there for others, as long as we have sense enough to know when to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's not that we don't want to be of assistance, we just need to stay abreast of what is going on in our personal lives. God always gives us the strength, direction, and desire to go on. So, we should never feel defeated and just totally give up. At times, I find this quote useful....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-People often say that motivation doesn't last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;well, neither does bathing- that's why we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;recommend it daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;----Zig Ziglar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849817-114452768062927086?l=nomotrz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/114452768062927086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/114452768062927086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomotrz.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-image.html' title='My Image'/><author><name>Ms. Nomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080740334052764930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849817.post-114317079451009890</id><published>2006-03-23T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:26:34.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2731/2428/1600/Iceberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2731/2428/320/Iceberg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Never believe what a person says, believe what they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849817-114317079451009890?l=nomotrz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/114317079451009890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/114317079451009890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomotrz.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>Ms. Nomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080740334052764930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849817.post-114308043437965303</id><published>2006-03-22T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:32:26.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Believe. Webster says that to believe is to accept as true or real; to have confidence: with in, to have religious faith. When I was younger, these meanings did not carry the same weight. As I grew in age and faith, these definitions carried much more weight. As we go through situations, we either develop a strong belief system, or a high tolerance for pain and disappointment. Whenever I hear the phrase "If you can believe it, you can achieve it", I know that there is much work to be done to get the desired results for any situation. When you believe, you have faith that you will complete the task at hand. However, just to think it is not enough. You have to live it, want it, visualize it, and act on it in a positive manner. I came up with the idea for my foundation in the year 2000. I completed half of the paperwork, and guess what? I only received half of the benefits. Back then, I could not receive donations from individuals or corporations and deem them as tax right-offs. Once I completed &lt;em&gt;ALL &lt;/em&gt;of the necessary paper work, I then received &lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt; of the benefits of a non-profit organization that has tax exempt status. To have the legal documents in your hand, and realize that the sky is the limit is AWESOME! It feels great to know that you followed through with your vision and made it become a reality. When you surround yourself with positive individuals who are constantly making things happen, personal upward mobility becomes second nature. With God, ALL things are possible. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ralph Marston once said...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;It feels great to think about all the good things you plan to do. It feels even better, tremendously so, to actually get them done. Dream and plan, think and talk about all the great things you intend to do. Then follow through, and truly experience the best you can imagine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849817-114308043437965303?l=nomotrz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/114308043437965303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/114308043437965303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomotrz.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-you-believe.html' title='When You Believe'/><author><name>Ms. Nomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080740334052764930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849817.post-114301455224643823</id><published>2006-03-21T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T00:08:56.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something To Ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2731/2428/1600/Smokey%20Light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2731/2428/320/Smokey%20Light.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do we really pay attention to the way we treat others? Is it really important to us? Do we have an "&lt;em&gt;I don't care&lt;/em&gt;" attitude that is actually masking a large amount of pain? We all could probably answer "&lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;" to at least one of these. The world is revolving at a fast pace, and it does not slow down to allow us to relive any portion of our lives. The movie "&lt;em&gt;Groundhog Day&lt;/em&gt;", that starred Tom Hanks, was fun to watch. It was about a man that relived each day over and over again. How would we feel if we could actually relive a day over again? Would we make some changes, or would we do the same thing each day? Take the time to say an honest "&lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt;". Help someone because you really want to help them, not because you want to tell others what you did to make yourself look like a bigshot. Never go to sleep angry, and tell those close to you that you love them. Live each day to the fullest. No one knows the day or the hour that their time will expire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things To Watch&lt;br /&gt;Watch your &lt;em&gt;Thoughts, &lt;/em&gt;they become words&lt;br /&gt;Watch your &lt;em&gt;Words, &lt;/em&gt;they become actions&lt;br /&gt;Watch your &lt;em&gt;Actions, &lt;/em&gt;they become habits&lt;br /&gt;Watch your &lt;em&gt;Habits, &lt;/em&gt;they become character&lt;br /&gt;Watch your &lt;em&gt;Character,&lt;/em&gt; for it becomes your &lt;em&gt;Destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849817-114301455224643823?l=nomotrz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/114301455224643823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/114301455224643823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomotrz.blogspot.com/2006/03/something-to-ponder.html' title='Something To Ponder'/><author><name>Ms. Nomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080740334052764930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849817.post-114291811269748182</id><published>2006-03-20T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T21:15:12.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been going on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2731/2428/1600/DSCF0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2731/2428/320/DSCF0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, it's been a cool minute since I kept yall abreast of what's been going on.  Last week, Mianojo and myself went camping with her school.  Here she is, just as happy as can be.  Well, just because she is well behaved and has manners, don't think for a minute that all the kids in her class know how to behave.  One day, the teacher got sick, and then I was in charge. Oh boy.  The little monsters tried to give me a run for my money.  I handled them like the small soldiers in training they are.  Everything was going well until the teacher recovered from her 24 hour virus.  The noise returned, the disrespect returned, and they just did what they wanted to do.  How is this allowed to happen?  When I was in school,  I nor any of my classmates had behavior problems like the ones that exist today. The kids are either labeled ADD or ADHD.  They are on medication at the age of 10, they talk to their parents any type of way, and they think that everybody owes them something.  Mind you, Mianojo attends a private school.  Guess what, that does not mean a damn thing these days.  Private schools appear to take the kids that have been put out of public schools, have severe behavior problems, and are just about the allmighty dollar $$$.  This is the very reason why I believe that my organization, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nomo Tears Developmental Foundation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, will do just what I set out to do.  The foundation is geared towards at risk teens, who lack the educational and social skills to compete on a level playing field.  The goal is to increase their self-awareness, scope of learning, and to make them marketable in today's society.  I love working with the kids.  I just thank the Lord that I only have one because the time, attention, and finances they require would send an average individual to the NUT HOUSE.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849817-114291811269748182?l=nomotrz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/114291811269748182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/114291811269748182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomotrz.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-been-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s been going on...'/><author><name>Ms. Nomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080740334052764930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849817.post-114205965180265185</id><published>2006-03-10T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T22:47:31.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No time for tears.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849817-114205965180265185?l=nomotrz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/114205965180265185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/114205965180265185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomotrz.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-time-for-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms. Nomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080740334052764930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849817.post-114205618434809520</id><published>2006-03-10T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:49:44.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Something New Every Day</title><content type='html'>Well, I made it to the end of a work-week,  But, I really messed up on my Blog.  When I first began, it was cool.  It had pictures that matched the text and everything flowed.  Somewhere along the line, I pressed the wrong buttons and chopped my pages up.  I attempted to start over because I could not figure out how to copy and paste the previous material onto the most recent page.  This was really confusing.  After attempting to navigate over and over again, I just said "what the heck," I'll just pick up where I left off and re-create as I go along. So bear with me, God ain't finished with me yet.  Supa Sister, where are you when I need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849817-114205618434809520?l=nomotrz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/114205618434809520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/114205618434809520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomotrz.blogspot.com/2006/03/learning-something-new-every-day.html' title='Learning Something New Every Day'/><author><name>Ms. Nomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080740334052764930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849817.post-114205323416855550</id><published>2006-03-10T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:00:34.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No matter how bad things get, we can always rest e...&lt;br /&gt;7 Mar 2006  by Ms. Nomo&lt;br /&gt;No matter how bad things get, we can always rest easy knowing that God is always in control. The road is rough, the going gets tough, and yet we continue to awaken each day to try again. "Until you make peace with who you are, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Mo Tears - http://nomotrz.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of my lighter moments. The eyes are the wi...&lt;br /&gt;7 Mar 2006  by Ms. Nomo&lt;br /&gt;In one of my lighter moments. The eyes are the windows to the soul. Posted by Picasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Mo Tears - http://nomotrz.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is, Minnie Me. The love of my life. ...&lt;br /&gt;7 Mar 2006  by Ms. Nomo&lt;br /&gt;Here she is, Minnie Me. The love of my life. This is my reason for living. With all of the money I spend in private lessons with her skating coach, all the competitions she participates in, and all of the practices we attend on a weekly ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Mo Tears - http://nomotrz.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849817-114205323416855550?l=nomotrz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/114205323416855550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849817/posts/default/114205323416855550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomotrz.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-matter-how-bad-things-get-we-can_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms. Nomo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080740334052764930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
