<?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-6567717</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:18:35.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nurse's Log</title><subtitle type='html'>test</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenurseslog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6567717/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenurseslog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Audris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232379359831685818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567717.post-108310574520485439</id><published>2004-04-27T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T15:46:39.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juliet's Sad Morning</title><content type='html'>  Juliet's parents, Lady Capulet and Sir Capulet, said that Juliet had to marry Paris. Juliet doesn't love Paris; she loves Romeo. They don't know that she has married Romeo. They feel sorry for her because she's lost her cousin,Tybalt. That's why they set this wedding up. Juliet refused to marry Paris and this really upset Sir Capulet. He said that he would kick her out of the house if she didn't marry Paris. I was very concerned about her, so I recommended her to marry Paris. I thouht this was the best thing for Juliet and I didn't want her father to be upset. She left after the confrontation with her father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6567717-108310574520485439?l=thenurseslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6567717/posts/default/108310574520485439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6567717/posts/default/108310574520485439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenurseslog.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108310574520485439' title='Juliet&apos;s Sad Morning'/><author><name>Audris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232379359831685818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567717.post-108301599347001313</id><published>2004-04-26T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T14:50:46.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Night</title><content type='html'>   Tonight, I found out that Tybalt, my dear love, is died. Tybalt was killed by Romeo, who is now banished for killing him. Juliet was very upset about this, but not about Tybalt's death; about Romeo's banishment. She was so upset about this. Juliet said she was going to kill herself if she didn't see him. I had to go out and find him so Juliet would be happy again. They spent their first night together tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6567717-108301599347001313?l=thenurseslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6567717/posts/default/108301599347001313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6567717/posts/default/108301599347001313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenurseslog.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108301599347001313' title='Sad Night'/><author><name>Audris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232379359831685818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567717.post-108301368036341095</id><published>2004-04-26T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T14:12:13.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delightful Afternoon</title><content type='html'>    Juliet had a wonderful wedding. Her and Romeo looked so happy together. I wish their marriage much happiness. Hopefully the families won't be upset about their marriage. Only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6567717-108301368036341095?l=thenurseslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6567717/posts/default/108301368036341095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6567717/posts/default/108301368036341095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenurseslog.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108301368036341095' title='Delightful Afternoon'/><author><name>Audris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232379359831685818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567717.post-108301171295098596</id><published>2004-04-26T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T13:56:30.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Morning</title><content type='html'>     Juliet told me that she wanted to marry Romeo. This is happening so quickly, but I guess you can't put time on love. She wanted me to go this morning and ask him if he wants to go forward with the wedding. When I found him he happen to be with one of his rude friends. I really wanted to give his friend a piece of my mind. I also told Romeo that he better not be as rude of that friend of he's. I told him if he broke Juleit's heart I'll break him. Luckily for him, he prove to me that he wasn't like that rude friend of he's. He ageed to the marriage and I went back home to inform Juliet. She was elated about the news!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6567717-108301171295098596?l=thenurseslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6567717/posts/default/108301171295098596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6567717/posts/default/108301171295098596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenurseslog.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108301171295098596' title='The Next Morning'/><author><name>Audris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232379359831685818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567717.post-108061610067529227</id><published>2004-03-29T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T19:11:55.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Evenin'</title><content type='html'>This was a surprising evening. Juliet met this fine young fellow. I believe his name was Romeo. Juliet seems to find much liking in this young boy. That's all she ever talks about. I sure hope he's a keeper because she sure needs someone to go with and make a family. No one knows what will be ahead in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6567717-108061610067529227?l=thenurseslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6567717/posts/default/108061610067529227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6567717/posts/default/108061610067529227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenurseslog.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108061610067529227' title='My Evenin&apos;'/><author><name>Audris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232379359831685818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567717.post-107956177440641717</id><published>2004-03-17T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T14:19:32.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noon</title><content type='html'>This afternoon Lady Capulet asked to speak to Juliet. Juliet humbly agreed ,but she wanted me leave at first. Then, she decided to let me stay. Lady Capulet doesn't feel comfortable staying alone with Juliet because she hasn't been with her long enough. They are like stangers because they hardly ever see each other. I've been with Juliet longer than she has. I was Juliet's wet nurse.&lt;br /&gt;  While we were together talking Lady Capulet mentioned getting married to Juliet and she seemed not a bit near interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6567717-107956177440641717?l=thenurseslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6567717/posts/default/107956177440641717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6567717/posts/default/107956177440641717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenurseslog.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107956177440641717' title='Noon'/><author><name>Audris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232379359831685818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567717.post-107956041643881701</id><published>2004-03-17T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T14:04:35.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mornin'</title><content type='html'>Today started like a regular day. I woke Juliet a washed her up for breakfast. The breakfast was great, if I might say so myself. After breakfast Juliet and I began to talk. We talked about the Capulets' and Montigues' fight. Juliet totally disagreed with them fighting, I also did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6567717-107956041643881701?l=thenurseslog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6567717/posts/default/107956041643881701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6567717/posts/default/107956041643881701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenurseslog.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107956041643881701' title='My mornin&apos;'/><author><name>Audris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18232379359831685818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
