<?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-2070133552507571498</id><updated>2011-07-28T09:11:20.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life - Upside Down</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-upsidedown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070133552507571498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-upsidedown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Babyblake2010</name><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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070133552507571498.post-822149944009651254</id><published>2010-08-05T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T12:47:16.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days are harder than others</title><content type='html'>I've had this recurring day dream, dream about my father and my son... in it Darrin and I are somewhere Dad apparently is, Ohio I'm guessing and Brogan is old enough to be walking around and talking, understanding... Anyways. Brogan's toddling around and my father comes into the picture and says "Hey there Brogan." and I pick Brogan up and hand him to Darrin and say "Here take your son to see his Grandmother (meaning my Mom)" and then I turn to confront my Dad. This is the point at which I always wake up, snap back to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070133552507571498-822149944009651254?l=mylife-upsidedown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-upsidedown.blogspot.com/feeds/822149944009651254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-upsidedown.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-days-are-harder-than-others.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070133552507571498/posts/default/822149944009651254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070133552507571498/posts/default/822149944009651254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-upsidedown.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-days-are-harder-than-others.html' title='Some days are harder than others'/><author><name>Babyblake2010</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
