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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.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:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992</id><updated>2009-11-09T05:27:16.692-08:00</updated><title type="text">Simply Hollie</title><subtitle type="html">solo parent on the journey of faith, and family while raising one special girl</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SimplyHollie" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-8798112859734622170</id><published>2009-10-13T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:14:15.403-07:00</updated><title type="text">Quest for the Perfect Leaf</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/StVdEki9osI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sU4uMuQZIdg/s1600-h/sspx0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/StVdEki9osI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sU4uMuQZIdg/s400/sspx0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392318461957219010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/StVc28CTMEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MGEYEe_10kU/s1600-h/sspx0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/StVc28CTMEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MGEYEe_10kU/s400/sspx0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392318227744501826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/StVdXapYaOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zozizh2idHM/s1600-h/sspx0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/StVdXapYaOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zozizh2idHM/s400/sspx0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392318785717299426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Monday it was Thanksgiving here in Nova Scotia.&lt;br /&gt;Family tradition is a good fall hike.&lt;br /&gt;We ventured forth looking for the perfect leaves.&lt;br /&gt;The tree on the bottom was our favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-8798112859734622170?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/8798112859734622170/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=8798112859734622170" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/8798112859734622170" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/8798112859734622170" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/10/quest-for-perfect-leaf.html" title="Quest for the Perfect Leaf" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/StVdEki9osI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sU4uMuQZIdg/s72-c/sspx0006.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-2446049350730607534</id><published>2009-09-30T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:05:54.045-07:00</updated><title type="text">Fall is Here</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SsOPxigApTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/19yonhHevrs/s1600-h/10125_171186190459_688975459_4275226_7797041_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SsOPxigApTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/19yonhHevrs/s400/10125_171186190459_688975459_4275226_7797041_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387307660502672690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SsOPnbeNOdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IyF9IB3dJP8/s1600-h/10125_171192615459_688975459_4275386_4417740_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SsOPnbeNOdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IyF9IB3dJP8/s400/10125_171192615459_688975459_4275386_4417740_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387307486817368530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you smell it, taste it, feel it? Fall is here! Fall is my favorite time of year. I love the colors, the leafs, the crispness of the air. Are you a fall lover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-2446049350730607534?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/2446049350730607534/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=2446049350730607534" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/2446049350730607534" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/2446049350730607534" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-is-here.html" title="Fall is Here" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SsOPxigApTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/19yonhHevrs/s72-c/10125_171186190459_688975459_4275226_7797041_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-8213989089323016864</id><published>2009-09-20T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:52:11.718-07:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SraH0dtI1OI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oVJ8mmS8E3o/s1600-h/eid4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SraH0dtI1OI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oVJ8mmS8E3o/s400/eid4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383639739964904674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Eid! Today was and is my first Eid! &lt;p&gt;Yesterday we decorated and cleaned the house.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This morning got up early..opened gifts and it was off to prayer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some random  thoughts about today and the end of Ramadan:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. It was so good to see so many nationalities and cultures bowing together to worship one God. That was cool.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. It was also good to Praise God in unison.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. My 11 year old daughter Roo loves Eid so far. She says it is better then Christmas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. The food over Ramadan and today has been a yummy delight. We have tried many new foods.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. Prayer is more then just mere actions 5 times a day. God should be ever part of every moment and intention.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. The Women's section of Eid prayer is the worse place to be. You can not hear the lesson or speaker. Where I was it was all noise and the the noise was not from children but from women talking. I think a lesson in respect is needed by many. Really it was the one time today I felt like crying because I was trying so hard to hear and couldn't. This was the only thing that put a damper on my day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. The kindness and welcoming arms of sisters. I arrived at a new Masjid right after start of Ramadan and have been able to meet some great sisters, I pray our friendships grow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Overall my first Ramadan and Eid were filled with learning and happiness and for that Iam thankful. I pray you all are enjoying your day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This post will be crossposted on my other blog Common Cents Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-8213989089323016864?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/8213989089323016864/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=8213989089323016864" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/8213989089323016864" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/8213989089323016864" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-eid-today-was-and-is-my-first-eid.html" title="" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SraH0dtI1OI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oVJ8mmS8E3o/s72-c/eid4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-6827667277812949423</id><published>2009-09-16T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T04:31:58.166-07:00</updated><title type="text">Nova Scotian Sunset</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SrDMQ_3QUhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eNkHlhTCnZw/s1600-h/5693_102906081034_700526034_2774742_1880649_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SrDMQ_3QUhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eNkHlhTCnZw/s400/5693_102906081034_700526034_2774742_1880649_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382026147100906002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the simple beauty of where I live.&lt;br /&gt;I love the color of the sky at night.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine this off your front porch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-6827667277812949423?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/6827667277812949423/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=6827667277812949423" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/6827667277812949423" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/6827667277812949423" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/09/nova-scotian-sunset.html" title="Nova Scotian Sunset" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SrDMQ_3QUhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eNkHlhTCnZw/s72-c/5693_102906081034_700526034_2774742_1880649_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-6156996751354807955</id><published>2009-09-09T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:09:50.606-07:00</updated><title type="text">What one Does In A Storm</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SqfE35ryjUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/w9mEUjoK2uo/s1600-h/Wave+am+Shore+Rd+EP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SqfE35ryjUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/w9mEUjoK2uo/s400/Wave+am+Shore+Rd+EP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379484744573685058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What does one do when under a hurricane warning??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently the Halifax area got hit by two storms so what do many of us do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and watch the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get some wicked white caps right here in the harbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-6156996751354807955?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/6156996751354807955/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=6156996751354807955" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/6156996751354807955" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/6156996751354807955" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-one-does-in-storm.html" title="What one Does In A Storm" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SqfE35ryjUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/w9mEUjoK2uo/s72-c/Wave+am+Shore+Rd+EP.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-6913444777106273463</id><published>2009-06-17T04:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T04:12:28.006-07:00</updated><title type="text">Low Tide</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SjjPH3LQqVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_4x61iNgPl4/s1600-h/Sping08038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SjjPH3LQqVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_4x61iNgPl4/s400/Sping08038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348252291479677266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever seen the Bay of Fundy?&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens at low tide every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nova Scotia is known for high tides and low tides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-6913444777106273463?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/6913444777106273463/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=6913444777106273463" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/6913444777106273463" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/6913444777106273463" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/06/low-tide.html" title="Low Tide" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SjjPH3LQqVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_4x61iNgPl4/s72-c/Sping08038.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-5152704563779988480</id><published>2009-06-16T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:24:06.808-07:00</updated><title type="text">Breaking the Cycle</title><content type="html">Today I stumbled upon a blog that well that I am thankful I found. &lt;a href="http://violenceunsilenced.com/"&gt;Violence &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UnSilenced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a blog that allows women to post about domestic abuse in relative safety. It gives women a voice. Right now it is up for an award at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BlogHer&lt;/span&gt; during the &lt;a href="http://www.socialluxelounge.com/blogluxe/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BlogLuxe&lt;/span&gt; Awards&lt;/a&gt;. I think this blog deserves to win for what it does for so many women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so much on my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I know firsthand what domestic abuse is, and what it can do to a woman. You can say I have been there and walked that road. As have other family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child I watched as my mother was beaten black and blue so badly that she was left disfigured for weeks. I watched her run bleeding barefoot from an apartment into the street just so she could get away. I watched and learned, and knew this is not what I wanted for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is why I was ( still am) so careful when it came to men? Maybe to this day it is why I have walls up all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after watching my mom live through hell, it is why I ended up 7 1/2 months pregnant at a Battered Woman's Shelter. I was never hit. I can say that about my ex. I did live through months of emotional hell though. I saw the signs and got out. I think I was lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many women do not get out. Many women go back time and time again. Many women choose the same kind of men. These are all facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the cycle of domestic violence takes hard work. It takes time, patience and working on your own issues. It is not easy. It is often a very lonely path. With that said it is something that can be achieved. I know that for I am breaking that cycle every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do vote for Violence UnSilenced as every woman needs to have a voice and the stories of courage, and strength on this blog will inspire others to leave and find safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-5152704563779988480?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/5152704563779988480/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=5152704563779988480" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/5152704563779988480" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/5152704563779988480" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/06/breaking-cycle.html" title="Breaking the Cycle" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-6691079155120522820</id><published>2009-06-14T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:29:49.396-07:00</updated><title type="text">Bad Mom Good Mom</title><content type="html">Over the last few weeks there have been many posts out there in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bloggerville&lt;/span&gt; about "good" moms and "bad" moms. About the different styles of parenting, about the how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;to's&lt;/span&gt; and how not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me many times by many people I have been labeled a bad mom while on other days I have been labeled a good mom. Personally I am just another mom. I don't think I am a bad mom but I know I am not that "good" mom either. Please just call me mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said I am a mom. I have been a mom for a long time now. I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Roo's&lt;/span&gt; mom for almost 12 years now and before her I was step mom to 3 very terrific kids who here on this blog I will refer to as my 3 Musketeers, as they were always together when they were little. I was also mom to Sam my babe who has been in heaven for 17 years now. I think that gives me a bit of mom experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hate most about what I have seen on many blogs is how we can look down on each other, how often we are quick to judge one other. It seems each mom thinks they know best as we often do. We are quick to comment, to correct, while instead is is not inside us to do the right thing. Sometimes that right thing, is silence is you disagree with what is being said. You know that old saying"if you can not say something nice, do not say anything at all". I am not saying there is not a time or place for disagreeing but really some of the comments I have read do nothing for moms as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see over the years I have been a mom who has been judged as often happens with the moms of special needs children. We are given unwanted advice, told how to better parent, told in some ways we are responsible for how our child behaves when that behavior is part of a medical disorder that does exist. Over the years I have been told to give her more time-outs, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;discipline&lt;/span&gt; her more, make her try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; things and the list goes on and on. I have even had well minding people call Children's Aid on me more then once ( each time to have the file closed within 2 weeks).When does it stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I have heard every kind of comment from the peanut gallery that make up those that are in my life. Some of the comments have lead me to question myself, to doubt, to wonder, but then I wake up and smell the coffee and realize that no mom is perfect, and sometimes even moms hide behind masks to purely exist and pretend all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what that is like from first hand experience, I used to be that kind of mom. Then along came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Roo&lt;/span&gt; and the mask had to come down and down fast for I realized if I was going to parent solo style I needed a community behind me. I am glad that people came into our lives at the right time to encourage, to bless, to befriend when needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for what style of parenting is best, what works best, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;philosophy&lt;/span&gt; is now this let your gut lead you. Let is lead me. There will always be experts telling us the how to and how not too but I think we can get too caught up in all that is out there that we can forget what is important and that is being a mom who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; in their own way for their child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me as a blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;commenter&lt;/span&gt; I try to remember what is really important, not all the mumble jumble that makes up the parenting world but us and our kids. I think as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;blogger&lt;/span&gt;s and as moms we can do more of that but then I am the sappy mom who wants diversity and respect. Is that too much to dream of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-6691079155120522820?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/6691079155120522820/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=6691079155120522820" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/6691079155120522820" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/6691079155120522820" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-mom-good-mom.html" title="Bad Mom Good Mom" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-4026259948689247565</id><published>2009-06-12T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:08:33.705-07:00</updated><title type="text">Witnessing Miracles</title><content type="html">A long time ago, I was married to who I thought was my forever guy and when were married I got blessed to be a step mom. Really I wasn't that wicked step mom. I was a pretty nice one, well most days I think.I got to be apart of 3 wonderful kids lives for a blip. The time I was married to their dad. When I fell for him I feel for each of his kids too, very much so, they were apart of me just like my daughter Roo is apart of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got divorced there was alot of meanness and I wont say I wasn't part of it. I was. What hurt most though was the fact that ties to the kids, Roo's older siblings were cut. She has had no real meaningful contact with her big brothers and sisters for years at their dad's choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess who are now of age and can chose for themselves? Her siblings. Today I witnessed a miracle Roo talking to her big brother via video chat. He lives in Arizona. It was great for me to watch Roo get to know her big brother a bit. He even commented on one of her charcteristics being a family trait. It was so great to be apart of. Roo has always wanted to know them, maybe now that they are older they will want contact with her. I think Roo's life will be richer having them it but know what. They are at an age where they can choose. For me though today was the answer to years of prayer. I prayed that Roo at some point would be connected to each of her siblings. I was very glad to witness today. Got to say it left me with tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-4026259948689247565?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/4026259948689247565/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=4026259948689247565" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/4026259948689247565" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/4026259948689247565" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/06/witnessing-miracles.html" title="Witnessing Miracles" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-8654889439443534707</id><published>2009-06-09T21:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:58:49.295-07:00</updated><title type="text">My Little Athlete</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/Si88jUDzDZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cQLabFENe4o/s1600-h/IMG00239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/Si88jUDzDZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cQLabFENe4o/s400/IMG00239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345557860089793938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roo is quite competitive. She takes after me like that.&lt;br /&gt;This week was the town track and field meet. Roo competed in long jump&lt;br /&gt;and the 100 m race. She placed 5th in long jump and she raced well as well and&lt;br /&gt;showed great sportsmanship , which was the goal of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-8654889439443534707?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/8654889439443534707/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=8654889439443534707" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/8654889439443534707" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/8654889439443534707" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-little-athlete.html" title="My Little Athlete" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/Si88jUDzDZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cQLabFENe4o/s72-c/IMG00239.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-2046840451094128884</id><published>2009-06-08T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T05:20:38.650-07:00</updated><title type="text">Best Friends</title><content type="html">Did not realize that yesterday was best friends day. Over the years of my life I have been blessed to have some great girlfriends. Many of time were for a certain time period in my life yet I am thankful for each one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, there was my bestest friend Carolyn. She lived real close to me. We often played together and really we got into a lot of mischief together as well. For all my elementary years Carolyn was there and I am thankful that I have her as my childhood best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my teen years we moved to Winnipeg and there was the gang from church. We were always all together in a group hanging together, and doing stuff together. I had a good group of friends for these years as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my university years I counted on my sisters, sorority sisters that is. The sisters of Apha Phi were the best. They kept me out of trouble many a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my early twenties after I became a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints I had a great circle of friends as well. When I lived in Halifax the young single group was the best, then when I moved to Toronto again I meet sisters that well became my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I married and moved to Carlsbad, New Mexico  I was thankful to have Lynette and Gayln come into my life especially. They were my rocks especially as divorce hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I moved back to Ontario, I was blessed with Anne Marie, Yvonne, Sharon, Jennifer, Ruby and Jennifer. Each brought something unique into my life and I am forever thankful for there presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am here in Nova Scotia I feel a certain loss as I don't have that best friend or great circle of friends here yet, but I know it will come with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful though because of being online I have been able to connect and reconnect with many old friends and that has been such a blessing in itself. So if you have a great girlfriend don't  forget to celebrate that friendship for they truely are a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-2046840451094128884?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/2046840451094128884/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=2046840451094128884" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/2046840451094128884" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/2046840451094128884" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-friends.html" title="Best Friends" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-3851867539618407988</id><published>2009-06-05T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:22:55.076-07:00</updated><title type="text">Have You Discovered Diane Birch?</title><content type="html">This week one of my friends sent me to You Tube to watch this video of a song called&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnoUhtygXQ4"&gt; Fire Escape.&lt;/a&gt; I feel in love with the artist. I think you will love her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like most about her, she is an artist who gives back to the community. If you buy her album $1 goes to help one of six charities. If you buy it from the widget on this blog you help raise money for Autism Speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do alot of fund raising on my blog but thought this was too good not too support and I hope you will too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-3851867539618407988?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/3851867539618407988/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=3851867539618407988" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/3851867539618407988" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/3851867539618407988" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-you-discovered-diane-birch.html" title="Have You Discovered Diane Birch?" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-2999730940453950498</id><published>2009-06-03T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:24:53.558-07:00</updated><title type="text">Wordless Wednesday-Coal Mining</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SiaHaH8Yu6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/zNZpH8Q5P8o/s1600-h/2949_101972740459_688975459_3098329_2610236_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SiaHaH8Yu6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/zNZpH8Q5P8o/s400/2949_101972740459_688975459_3098329_2610236_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343106890800348066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SiaHHKAIH5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/QnImMdqrNZQ/s1600-h/2949_101971805459_688975459_3098321_977308_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SiaHHKAIH5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/QnImMdqrNZQ/s400/2949_101971805459_688975459_3098321_977308_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343106564935393170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had never seen a coal mine until I moved here.&lt;br /&gt;Nova Scotia has a history that is rich in mining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-2999730940453950498?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/2999730940453950498/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=2999730940453950498" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/2999730940453950498" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/2999730940453950498" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday-coal-mining.html" title="Wordless Wednesday-Coal Mining" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SiaHaH8Yu6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/zNZpH8Q5P8o/s72-c/2949_101972740459_688975459_3098329_2610236_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-7927345859870277337</id><published>2009-06-02T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:43:40.834-07:00</updated><title type="text">Scared Stiff!</title><content type="html">OMG! I know I am good at my job. The awards and accolades over the years have told me so. But here I sit a nervous ninny! I started being a work at home mom last night with the onboarding (that means loading your computer with a heck load of tools that you need for work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we ran into a huge problem. They didn't not get my ID number into their system, which means when I got to get access to the server tonight I may not get in. They have told me this will be resolved by my start time and I pray it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also nervous because for my company I am one of a handful of agents being allowed to take calls from home. My great customer service skills got me here(OK, I am a good bs'er.).They goal will be to grow the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also nervous because my daughter Roo will have to keep it down to a dull roar, is that an okay expectation of a tween who loves music? I have bought her headphones so I should be okay in that department. Will she think she can interupt mommy at work? I have given her rules and guidelines and I hope she gets it. Time will tell. I am hopeful. I want this to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been excited, nervous and scared stiff? How did you handle it? I think I have jumped off the bridge and I am just waiting for the landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-7927345859870277337?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/7927345859870277337/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=7927345859870277337" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/7927345859870277337" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/7927345859870277337" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/06/scared-stiff.html" title="Scared Stiff!" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-7112789310968986107</id><published>2009-05-30T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:31:44.325-07:00</updated><title type="text">Fat Mommy Needs Help</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SiHA8BbhlgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LTfZ9LXjmLI/s1600-h/n527920906_2772049_861000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SiHA8BbhlgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LTfZ9LXjmLI/s400/n527920906_2772049_861000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341762770446685698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fat mommy needs help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am admitting I have a problem and I need to get healthier! I need to get fitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be fit and fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried every diet under the sun and don't really know what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to be Frugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to help me break bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk a few blocks without pausing for a breath. I want to chase and play with Roo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is working for you as you get fit, firm and faulous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-7112789310968986107?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/7112789310968986107/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=7112789310968986107" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/7112789310968986107" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/7112789310968986107" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/05/fat-mommy-needs-help.html" title="Fat Mommy Needs Help" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SiHA8BbhlgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LTfZ9LXjmLI/s72-c/n527920906_2772049_861000.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-7854604571495411827</id><published>2009-05-27T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:32:20.749-07:00</updated><title type="text">Wordless Wednesday -Another View of Nova Scotia</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/Sh3bVUc2Z8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/4A1jtaUXolk/s1600-h/n527920906_1573216_8101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/Sh3bVUc2Z8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/4A1jtaUXolk/s400/n527920906_1573216_8101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340665892444727234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is one of my favorite shots and this was taken not far from home.&lt;br /&gt;Can you say I live in one beautiful part of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-7854604571495411827?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/7854604571495411827/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=7854604571495411827" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/7854604571495411827" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/7854604571495411827" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday-another-view-of-nova.html" title="Wordless Wednesday -Another View of Nova Scotia" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/Sh3bVUc2Z8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/4A1jtaUXolk/s72-c/n527920906_1573216_8101.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-4171787794105647428</id><published>2009-05-25T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T06:33:13.112-07:00</updated><title type="text">Bullying Revisited</title><content type="html">Remember how I wrote awhile back about Roo being bullied. Well the saga continues. First about 10 days ago I wrote a letter to the editor of of local paper, it was published on Friday. Really I do believe we as parents can do better for our own children and those around us. You can read it &lt;a href="http://www.ngnews.ca/index.cfm?sid=253490&amp;amp;sc=51"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Wednesday evening there was a knock at the door. I thought it was my landlord returning as he had just been at my residence to fix a pipe that was leaking. It wasn't him. It was two of the mothers of children who have been bullying my daughter. One was accusing me of trying to run her daughter down with my car. She then assaulted me. I was hit several times on the face, arms and body. She left as my 11 year old daughter ran and grabbed the phone and called 911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, I don't own a car and I don't have a driver's license. I was assaulted because I have been filing police reports about the bullying I believe. The woman was charged with unlawful entry and assault. She has been released from custody already and that does scare me a bit, but she has conditions she can not come near me or my child or have any indirect contact. I am concerned for my own safety as well as that of my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something needs to be done to stop the bullying here in town and if it takes me taking a stand then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-4171787794105647428?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/4171787794105647428/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=4171787794105647428" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/4171787794105647428" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/4171787794105647428" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-letter-to-editor-was-published.html" title="Bullying Revisited" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-9156523506158837730</id><published>2009-05-20T02:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:25:30.254-07:00</updated><title type="text">Wordless Wednesday: The Birds of Pictou County</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/ShPL7N11_iI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZNMsc9DMcDw/s1600-h/Ron+and+June%27s+Fall+Trip+to+Nova+Scotia+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/ShPL7N11_iI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZNMsc9DMcDw/s320/Ron+and+June%27s+Fall+Trip+to+Nova+Scotia+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337834201552387618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Birds can be found just off the causeway going from Pictou to New Glasgow.&lt;br /&gt;They are a sight I look forward to as I drive from my house to my mom's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Sorry I havent posted in the last week. I got sick and am now just finally starting to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-9156523506158837730?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/9156523506158837730/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=9156523506158837730" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/9156523506158837730" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/9156523506158837730" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday-birds-of-pictou.html" title="Wordless Wednesday: The Birds of Pictou County" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/ShPL7N11_iI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZNMsc9DMcDw/s72-c/Ron+and+June%27s+Fall+Trip+to+Nova+Scotia+135.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-965063090456372484</id><published>2009-05-13T04:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T04:38:57.461-07:00</updated><title type="text">Wordless Wednesday: I Would Rather</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SgqvhcTB-DI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lWs3exOBaL8/s1600-h/winter+08+09+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SgqvhcTB-DI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lWs3exOBaL8/s320/winter+08+09+186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335269697640331314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would rather not post a picture of a bullied child.&lt;br /&gt;When will bullying stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SgqwYOOrzlI/AAAAAAAAAII/MrJG92j43js/s1600-h/Ron+and+June%27s+Fall+Trip+to+Nova+Scotia+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SgqwYOOrzlI/AAAAAAAAAII/MrJG92j43js/s320/Ron+and+June%27s+Fall+Trip+to+Nova+Scotia+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335270638756810322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would rather post pictures of a daughter that is happy.&lt;br /&gt;Here with her hat creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more I think parents need to stand up, and press for reform when it comes to the amount of bullying that can be found in schools today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-965063090456372484?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/965063090456372484/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=965063090456372484" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/965063090456372484" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/965063090456372484" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday-i-would-rather.html" title="Wordless Wednesday: I Would Rather" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SgqvhcTB-DI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lWs3exOBaL8/s72-c/winter+08+09+186.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-671507159703108699</id><published>2009-05-11T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:07:33.473-07:00</updated><title type="text">What Will It Take?</title><content type="html">What will it take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to put a stop to the bullying that goes on in schools everywhere everyday day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it take for a bullied child to get the protection and services they need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it take for the the bullier to get the help they so desperately need as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it take for children to understand that every other person deserves respect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it take for a child to come home happy from school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it take in your community and mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facts speak for themselves. Each year more children are hurt at the hands of other children each year, little is done. Each year teens commit suicide because of the words and actions of other teens. Little is done. School boards may have anti violence policies on paper but do little with it. What will it take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we stand up and say enough is enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-671507159703108699?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/671507159703108699/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=671507159703108699" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/671507159703108699" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/671507159703108699" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-will-it-take.html" title="What Will It Take?" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-6069309736662437457</id><published>2009-05-09T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:20:20.972-07:00</updated><title type="text">Motherhood</title><content type="html">This year is my 12 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year of celebrating Mother's Day as a mom. My very first one I was living in Carlsbad, New Mexico. I had just become step mom to 3 little ones all under 8. My 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jedi&lt;/span&gt; warriors and one little princess. I was also glowing well because Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Roo&lt;/span&gt; was growing inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it was a perfect simple day. Little did I know what motherhood would come to mean in the years since then. You see I got to step parent 3 amazing kids for just short of a year when my short marriage shattered around me and I was not allowed to have contact with the my warriors or the little princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a mom who has done it all solo style since day 1. I can remember holding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Roo&lt;/span&gt; that first night and being absolutely terrified. I am grateful one of my really great girlfriends at the time was with me, she had coached me through the whole labor and really was my godsend in those first hours as a new mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see when I became a mother for the first time I was homeless. I was a mother who was struggling, my marriage had just ended and I was staying at a Home for Battered Women. Mostly it was my soul that had been battered, that and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Roo&lt;/span&gt; was my healing ointment. She loved unconditionally and allowed me to do the same. She was my saving grace, she became teacher, friend, child, wise one all wrapped up in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the years since there have been many twists, turns, triumphs and struggles as I am sure come with the role of being mother. For me the day I was told that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Roo&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Asperger's&lt;/span&gt; was a day that sent me into a different mode. I think when you find out that you have a special child, you come to realize you have to become a different kind of mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 5 years I have had to be mom, advocate, friend, coach, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sargent&lt;/span&gt;, doctor, resource finder, and the list really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; end. For me, my daughter became my teacher. She allowed me to see the world in a very different way and because of that I have been forever changed. She makes be a better mother and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nurturer&lt;/span&gt;. I am forever grateful that she is mine and I get the chance to raise her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the mother's out there I want to wish you a Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-6069309736662437457?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/6069309736662437457/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=6069309736662437457" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/6069309736662437457" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/6069309736662437457" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/05/motherhood.html" title="Motherhood" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-4404836945357560493</id><published>2009-05-09T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T04:36:03.657-07:00</updated><title type="text">Sweet Saturday</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SgVqj53AdOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/NzLDGJ5bKog/s1600-h/1100332_98242791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SgVqj53AdOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/NzLDGJ5bKog/s320/1100332_98242791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333786498749723874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is rather early Saturday morning here. I woke up just before sunrise this morning and watched as the sun filled my new home office. I sipped mint tea and thought what a sweet Saturday morning. I know with me coming to work from home in a few short weeks this sort of thing will be a more frequent occurrence and for that I feel really blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a strange few days here in our house. There was a final goodbye to a young man who I helped raise up. His death makes me want to hang on tighter to my Roo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a hello again as I made contact with someone else I helped raise up and we had a sweet conversation yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roo continues to be bullied and again this week I filed another police report. This week she was being pelleted with rocks and sticks on the way home. There will now be an adult walking her home. Really here no one has taken responsibility for her safety on the walk home. I am hoping that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both yesterday and today I am in my office as Roo works on Mother's Day projects. I wonder how many more homemade Mother's Days I will have? Roo is a tween in grade 5 now and I am wondering how much longer I have my little girl for. A mom can dream right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-4404836945357560493?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/4404836945357560493/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=4404836945357560493" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/4404836945357560493" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/4404836945357560493" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-saturday.html" title="Sweet Saturday" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SgVqj53AdOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/NzLDGJ5bKog/s72-c/1100332_98242791.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-2042310582870983037</id><published>2009-05-07T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:06:17.944-07:00</updated><title type="text">Thursday Thirteen</title><content type="html">Why do I blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Many years ago I thought it would be used as sort of an online journal.&lt;br /&gt;2. I learned it was much more then a place to journal and I like that.&lt;br /&gt;3. It lets me share the best of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have always wanted to write even though I don't think I am a great one.&lt;br /&gt;5. It helps me sort the thoughts in my head.&lt;br /&gt;6.It is where I can share grown up things.&lt;br /&gt;7.The community of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; is a wonderful place.&lt;br /&gt;8. It allows me to share great photos and not so great ones to.&lt;br /&gt;9. I allows me a voice when no one seems to be listening.&lt;br /&gt;10. I can dream here.&lt;br /&gt;11. I can hold myself accountable here.&lt;br /&gt;12. I can share the journey of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; parent and a special needs child here.&lt;br /&gt;13. Just maybe that story, our lives will touch someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are the reasons why I keep this blog here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-2042310582870983037?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/2042310582870983037/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=2042310582870983037" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/2042310582870983037" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/2042310582870983037" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/05/thursday-thirteen.html" title="Thursday Thirteen" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-1583164168874309945</id><published>2009-05-06T03:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T03:40:59.012-07:00</updated><title type="text">Wordless Wednesday - Lobster Season</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SgFo-mA9HOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4IYknPSxlOw/s1600-h/lobster+season.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SgFo-mA9HOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4IYknPSxlOw/s320/lobster+season.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332658858349108450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Lobster season here in Nova Scotia and this is a common sight here right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv34/commoncentsmom/blogimages/holliesig.png" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203491387011101992-1583164168874309945?l=simplyhollie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/feeds/1583164168874309945/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7203491387011101992&amp;postID=1583164168874309945" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/1583164168874309945" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203491387011101992/posts/default/1583164168874309945" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://simplyhollie.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday-lobster-season.html" title="Wordless Wednesday - Lobster Season" /><author><name>Hanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173197714536544439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08267230045374388854" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4EpCnvibPwA/SgFo-mA9HOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4IYknPSxlOw/s72-c/lobster+season.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203491387011101992.post-1094024981589353722</id><published>2009-05-02T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T04:05:49.167-07:00</updated><title type="text">Setting Up For A New Way of Life</title><content type="html">Two weeks ago at work we were all called into a meeting and told that as of June 1st the project that we work on in a busy call center would cease to exist for us. We had two options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Continue to offer Tech Support for the huge American company that we work on behalf of, but do it from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Transfer to another project, go through 8 weeks of training and be the low people on the spectrum as far as that team goes. As well it is not technical at all, it is insurance related and for me simply of no interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me I chose option one. to be selected for option 1 you had to meet certain criteria. You had to test your home computer, have a quiet space that you could work in, buy a special headset, have high speed internet. I passed all the testing on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me I will be working from home. This is something I have wanted for a long period of time. To operate from home gives me the chance to do work with my time and I no longer have a huge commute either. I am so looking forward to working from home and having time with my daughter. As well the schedule works well for me and that is a good thing. I am excited about this! 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