<?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-6324839</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:16:46.468-07:00</updated><category term='the three kings aliened with Sirius'/><title type='text'>Ana's house</title><subtitle type='html'>ana's info</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324839.post-8122614192976283705</id><published>2008-03-16T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:48:32.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I asked Margaret Mary,         Did Ana ever tell you the baseball bat story?I was 4 &amp; we were still Metairie.  Mother said”  If a man would ever raise his hand to you, you say nothing.  You wait until he is asleep &amp; you take a baseball bat &amp; break both of his knee legs.  It must be a strong first hit.  You can do itl  Then you pack your bags like a lady &amp; leave.Margaret Mary said no, Ana had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/8122614192976283705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/8122614192976283705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8122614192976283705' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTXlr1lF9_4/R91WJ8w0ToI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MtmTrT-507Y/s72-c/Ana+Danville+35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324839.post-2929943179146565735</id><published>2007-12-28T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:48:32.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ana was cremated the day after Christmas it a tiny crematorium in Bham.. Just the owner &amp; his partner &amp; they guy who picked Ana up Christmas Eve ...  nothing &amp; no one creepy around.  We said goodbye to an un treated body with sunken eyes alone, watched her be rolled into the oven &amp; then outside to have her meet the sky.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/2929943179146565735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/2929943179146565735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2929943179146565735' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTXlr1lF9_4/R3U1XS_w-UI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DXf0Ll0ECJQ/s72-c/26th+Ana%27s+last+day_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324839.post-365881524847738778</id><published>2007-12-28T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:48:32.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the three kings aliened with Sirius'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ana left on a cold clear night in Birmingham with a full moon &amp; frost on the ground. Ana left on a cold clear night in Birmingham with a full moon &amp; frost on the ground.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/365881524847738778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/365881524847738778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#365881524847738778' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTXlr1lF9_4/R3UzlS_w-TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mHam9bTPCfE/s72-c/23-12-07.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324839.post-117269163746880656</id><published>2007-02-28T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T11:44:19.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ASH WENDSDAY A year has passed since our last entry &amp; Ana is now in Birmingham, AL.  The only word she says cleary now is "NO".   She calls my name occasionally &amp; that of her neice Carmen Joy, who is with her. She knows who we are.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/117269163746880656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/117269163746880656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117269163746880656' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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-6324839.post-114299704815542956</id><published>2006-03-21T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T19:10:48.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday Joni came to sing to Ana &amp; Ana was with the covers up to her nose when we arrived. I asked her if she was afriad.15 minutes later a littel voice asked"What is fear?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/114299704815542956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/114299704815542956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114299704815542956' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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-6324839.post-114220272366496679</id><published>2006-03-12T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T19:05:41.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ana "my grandfather was lost by his way..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/114220272366496679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/114220272366496679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114220272366496679' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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-6324839.post-113695444011594165</id><published>2006-01-10T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T11:44:33.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9 Janauary 2006Ana: I am Jana's mother.                        Jana?                        Joy?                        Albert?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/113695444011594165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/113695444011594165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113695444011594165' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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-6324839.post-113641898551741632</id><published>2006-01-04T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T13:19:37.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4 January 2006 in the garden at Laura's houseJ-I heard you had a date while I was gone with Dr. Fatter.Ana-Who told you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/113641898551741632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/113641898551741632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113641898551741632' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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-6324839.post-113563768956846303</id><published>2005-12-26T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:54:49.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>25 December 2005Ana Riffs:I thought it was funny....She was supposed to bring…I’m ready to be….Cause she couldn’t’ find….Could not find….Didn’t….I bought itYa see there’s a different..I’ve known surise….YesShould we go away looking….She took with her husband….The night before Katriana hit Ana asked me if I could break her face.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/113563768956846303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/113563768956846303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113563768956846303' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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-6324839.post-112501808794697289</id><published>2005-08-25T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T15:39:34.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Right after we got the hospital bed]Joyce:  Where are you going Ms. Ana?Ana:   To the hospitalJ:   Are you feeling ill Ms. Ana?Ana:   NoAna:  Clem… Jana…April 27, 2005Ana:   Honey, is Thomas Jefferson still alive?May 2, 2005Joyce:   Ms. Ana that is a beautiful blouse you are wearingAna:   My mother made I for meAna:   Clem… Jana…Ana:   My mother didn’t cause the troubleMay 3, 2005Ana:  Holy Mary</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/112501808794697289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/112501808794697289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112501808794697289' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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-6324839.post-112294825445225765</id><published>2005-08-01T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T19:04:14.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>May 2, 2005Joyce:   Ms. Ana that is a beautiful blouse you are wearingAna:   My mother made I for meAna:   Clem… Jana…Ana:   My mother didn’t cause the troubleMay 3, 2005Ana:  Holy Mary, mother of God pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen   [Ana repeated this many times today]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/112294825445225765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/112294825445225765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112294825445225765' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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-6324839.post-111245623345873453</id><published>2005-04-02T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T15:48:31.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11/29/04A:  His English is fairly good.W:  Whose?A:  Your husband’s.W:  You know my husband?A:  Yes.W:  From where?(No reply)         Originally uploaded by jonith3. 12/06/04Ana is sitting with me at the dining room table, and said to Albert Ramond, “I hired that brunette sitting there”.  She later said to me, ‘My mother is a red head.”  I asked her what color her hair was, and she stated, “I don</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/111245623345873453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/111245623345873453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111245623345873453' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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-6324839.post-110740728890421611</id><published>2005-02-02T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T15:56:12.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>18 November 04A: I have to get going.W: where are you going?A: I'm going out with my daughter-in-law.W: Are you going shopping?A: NO that is something we are not going to do.W: I don't know13 November 04A: Well, I know where the Church is.J: Where is it?A: Directly North.J: What kind of church is it?A: It is a Baptist Church.J: Did you go to church when you were young?A: I went every SundayMy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/110740728890421611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/110740728890421611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110740728890421611' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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-6324839.post-110079259154324801</id><published>2004-11-18T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T07:43:11.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/110079259154324801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/110079259154324801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110079259154324801' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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-6324839.post-109915430584841570</id><published>2004-10-30T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T19:41:18.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oct. 30, 2004     Albert Ramon    Originally uploaded by jonith3.      little-A&amp;E&amp;R-St.-B    Originally uploaded by jonith3. A-Finally, he talked Jana into seeing Seth.J-Who is Seth?A-(no answer)J-When did you meet Seth?A-I think Jana made bread.J-Did you have any children?A-A few.J-What were their names?A-Bernice, Elena, Albert Ramon. Oct. 23, 2004A-I found out where the safe was years </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/109915430584841570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/109915430584841570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109915430584841570' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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-6324839.post-110116856406561696</id><published>2004-08-28T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T10:32:37.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>08/28/04A-Who's that?J-It's Joni.A-I always did appreciate a visit.Ana says, "How is the bead?"Ana is grasping something invisible.When she goes back to bed, she says she's cold and shakes her arms sporadically, almost uncontrollably.Ana says, "If there's cake here, I'm gonna eat it."J-Why don't you sit down right here.A-Why don't I eat some chrysanthamums?     G&amp;A-Ana-on-horse    Originally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/110116856406561696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/110116856406561696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#110116856406561696' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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-6324839.post-110116866710496345</id><published>2004-08-17T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T11:47:39.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8/15/04Ana is very alert and talkative today. Yesterday, she was very unreponsive and lethargic. Ana and Joni's conversation on the balcony:     A &amp; Pepe rowing H2    Originally uploaded by jonith3. A- My uncle Pepe came by.J- What did he say?A- He didn't know what in the hell was going on!J- What did you tell him?A- I can't remember.J- Where was he from?A- Pepe's from Spain I think. J- What was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/110116866710496345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/110116866710496345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#110116866710496345' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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-6324839.post-110116879313527256</id><published>2003-12-02T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T16:13:13.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12/2/03We went to go ride the train at lakeside mall.Ana's bottom didn't fit.      Santa,A&amp;Joni,03    Originally uploaded by jonith3. Santa had been waving and flirting with Ana so I thought we could get our picture taken with Santa. Ana wanted to sit on his lap which made both of them happy. Afterwards we were resting on a bench. Ana turned to a woman passing by and said, "Do you know what it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/110116879313527256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/110116879313527256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#110116879313527256' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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-6324839.post-110074279442313227</id><published>2003-05-03T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T18:10:18.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     Ana's first car,Chicago    Originally uploaded by jonith3.          	Monday 5 May 039:30 Am  “Do you know if I drove my car here?”2:30 AmA. I need to get up &amp; get dressed.      S. Where are you going,  Ana?A. To Hell &amp; Back. Friday 2 may 0312:30 After choking on her salad Ana said “ You know one day I am going to die.”</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/110074279442313227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/110074279442313227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#110074279442313227' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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-6324839.post-110065558669149833</id><published>2002-12-05T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T18:46:15.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Originally uploaded by jonith3.  Monday 2 December  028;30 PM“I need to go see my mother.”Friday 15 Nov 0212noon“Dear Lord God, please shorten my life, I’ve had enough.  I am so confused.”Friday 8 Nov. 028AMAfter Breakfast, ”I’m getting the hell out of here &amp; going home.”Thursday 31 October o2 9:30 Am “Dear Lord God, if there is something I’m still supposed to do, let me know now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/110065558669149833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324839/posts/default/110065558669149833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anas-house.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#110065558669149833' title=''/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00791698864111127830</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>
