<?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-6626608074783559449</id><updated>2012-01-13T22:00:17.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sappy Sapps</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryannasapp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626608074783559449/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryannasapp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08519017403687456327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O68dkwQzbBY/SR55Tih_ztI/AAAAAAAAABA/lUPOJUvQymU/S220/Photo+97.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626608074783559449.post-3786542973633195598</id><published>2011-12-25T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:05:47.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Ok, I don't blog. I know I don't blog. Ask my family who does blog. I think the last update on this blog was in 2008, and Ryan's which kind of became a shared blog hasn't been posted on in a year or more. Still, Christmas Eve and Christmas have driven me to share. Christmas Eve first, then today in a separate post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Christmas Eve was a pretty typical day for me until about 4:00 in the afternoon. We watched movies, played, ate, etc. But, I guess to tell this story properly I must provide some background information...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Much against his own will, my dad recently became landlord over a few condos. Most were handled by a manager, but a few he handled himself. One of these which he handles became available just as the lease went up on the apartment our family was living in. Problem is, it was completely wrecked - a disgusting mess from the ceiling to the floor. Quite literally too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;We began demolishing what could not be saved and clearing out what shouldn't be. "We" being, of course, my dad, my husband and my brother-in-law with one or two days of work put in by myself :). Both Ryan and my dad worked full-time-plus jobs and then would put in time at the condo half or more or the days each week. Bathrooms were re-tiled, rotting walls were repaired, new appliances were found and installed (thanks Ken!), new carpet and cabinetry was installed, walls, fans, ceilings, floors and every other imaginable surface were vacuumed, wiped, swept, moped and then painted - all by by loving family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Their aim was to have it done by Christmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-loCkegkF4HA/TveFFvnXdwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qdxaZm2C2tU/s1600/Ryan%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-loCkegkF4HA/TveFFvnXdwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qdxaZm2C2tU/s320/Ryan%2B048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690162987933333250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e9cca9b1a3399847" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De9cca9b1a3399847%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331444876%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D79FB5C670F898D7DE4DC28147D2F22A23F3FCDA3.5964AE29E563FC2E4E1D7643F2CDCA1C176E8C1C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De9cca9b1a3399847%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoLANQ81CBht-lrh_-k61MbuSA-k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De9cca9b1a3399847%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331444876%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D79FB5C670F898D7DE4DC28147D2F22A23F3FCDA3.5964AE29E563FC2E4E1D7643F2CDCA1C176E8C1C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De9cca9b1a3399847%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoLANQ81CBht-lrh_-k61MbuSA-k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks dad &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626608074783559449-3786542973633195598?l=ryannasapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryannasapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3786542973633195598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6626608074783559449&amp;postID=3786542973633195598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626608074783559449/posts/default/3786542973633195598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626608074783559449/posts/default/3786542973633195598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryannasapp.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08519017403687456327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O68dkwQzbBY/SR55Tih_ztI/AAAAAAAAABA/lUPOJUvQymU/S220/Photo+97.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-loCkegkF4HA/TveFFvnXdwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qdxaZm2C2tU/s72-c/Ryan%2B048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626608074783559449.post-5922706744461856123</id><published>2008-11-07T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:40:41.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's forced my hand...</title><content type='html'>I have decided to make a practical choice (gasp!) and schedule an induction (enduction?) for my little baby for this Thursday, the 13th - his official due date.  I will go into the hospital on Wednesday night at 8:30 where they will do some...prep work... and then will sleep (theoretically), and in the morning they will do the deed.  And then I will do a lot of squirming and grasping for Ryan, and paining and then finally, a lot of pushing, and then a little holding and little feeding perhaps, and then a little sleeping and then a little more feeding, changing, bathing, and then 19 years later, he'll leave home ;)  Why am I making this choice?  It is actually not one of emotion.  I am not fed up at all in fact.  I am a little frustrated that I am not dialating any more and my stupid cervix won't move and my contractions aren't leading to anything.  But I am not to my limit yet.  I am doing this because I want to be ready when I go back to work.  I don't want to be hiking around school with my body parts hanging out, too exhausted to work because he was two weeks late.  I am still not quite sure how I feel about this, but I feel it is for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626608074783559449-5922706744461856123?l=ryannasapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryannasapp.blogspot.com/feeds/5922706744461856123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6626608074783559449&amp;postID=5922706744461856123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626608074783559449/posts/default/5922706744461856123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626608074783559449/posts/default/5922706744461856123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryannasapp.blogspot.com/2008/11/hes-forced-my-hand.html' title='He&apos;s forced my hand...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08519017403687456327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O68dkwQzbBY/SR55Tih_ztI/AAAAAAAAABA/lUPOJUvQymU/S220/Photo+97.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626608074783559449.post-4176973647622796378</id><published>2008-04-30T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:24:26.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AH!</title><content type='html'>Such love I have felt this very evening!  I don't know why or how or for what reason, but tonight there has been such love between us! The type of feeling that comes with dating, or being engaged - that time  :D  I need to find what has caused this so I can do everything in my power to continue it!  4 months and a pregnancy later, and our love is still there.  &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 Service.  Service is all I can find as a reason.  I couldn't just keep this feeling in though!  I had to let it out :))) L&lt;3VE I love you Ryan Alexander Sapp.  You are mine!  I am yours!  Dun Du DUN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626608074783559449-4176973647622796378?l=ryannasapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryannasapp.blogspot.com/feeds/4176973647622796378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6626608074783559449&amp;postID=4176973647622796378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626608074783559449/posts/default/4176973647622796378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626608074783559449/posts/default/4176973647622796378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryannasapp.blogspot.com/2008/04/ah.html' title='AH!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08519017403687456327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O68dkwQzbBY/SR55Tih_ztI/AAAAAAAAABA/lUPOJUvQymU/S220/Photo+97.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626608074783559449.post-6978380294384823593</id><published>2007-12-15T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T08:57:43.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O68dkwQzbBY/R2QHRaFcbcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Me2fLhL-vQA/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O68dkwQzbBY/R2QHRaFcbcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Me2fLhL-vQA/s200/MyPicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144244670005276098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Life is pretty sweet I think.  I'm younge, good looking, I've got a degree, a career, a super hott fellow I'm gonna marry in 14 days eeeeeexactly, friends, family, and peace of conscience.  I'm not trying to brag or anything, I'm just trying to say that I would be really ungrateful if I chose to look at and complain about every little thing that may not be going the way I want in my life, instead of focusing on the fact that most of that stuff that I think isn't going right doesn't really matter.  And those things that do, with the help of Him who helps all, end up working out for the best anyway.  Besides, usually when I think something isn't going right, It's because I don't actually know what "right" really is. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626608074783559449-6978380294384823593?l=ryannasapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryannasapp.blogspot.com/feeds/6978380294384823593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6626608074783559449&amp;postID=6978380294384823593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626608074783559449/posts/default/6978380294384823593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6626608074783559449/posts/default/6978380294384823593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryannasapp.blogspot.com/2007/12/aaaaahhhhhhhhh.html' title='Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08519017403687456327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O68dkwQzbBY/SR55Tih_ztI/AAAAAAAAABA/lUPOJUvQymU/S220/Photo+97.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O68dkwQzbBY/R2QHRaFcbcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Me2fLhL-vQA/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
