<?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-6301649</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:10:36.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unintersting sorts of info for the masses</title><subtitle type='html'>my dailing whinings and rantings truned online</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingerpuppets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingerpuppets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07471568410285640178</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301649.post-107365589471718791</id><published>2004-01-09T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T05:45:14.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>January 9, 2004  8:26 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh, success.  anyone who knows the pressure of the the early morning get-dressed-eat-breakfast-brush-your-hair-don't-forget-to-pack-your-homework-why-isn't-there-anything-for-luches  routines will understand the glow of satisfaction one can get from watching your duckies get on the schoolbus and carrying with them everything they are suppossed to have.  Anyway, enough of that. I had promised myself that this wasn't going to be about the kids, since most of my life already is.  J. managed to finally get her im program running, and it didn't take as long as I would have thought.  Today is another day of no plans, which sucks socially but benefits my bank account tremendously.  I can never seem to go anywhere without spending something, be it on lunch or a pair of shoes, or something I have convinced myself I cannot live without.  The last thing I bought was on Wed., I an hour to kill so I wandered around looking in shops, trying my best not to spend money but when you get down to it, how else am I to amuse myself when kid-free?  There are hundreds of shops that I wouldn't dream of taking children into, and suddenly they are all at my disposal.  I thought I would just browse in them, you know, just take a peek, but 65 dollars later I walked out with a pair of jeans, a christmas platter with matching plates (they were clearance!), a new novel, and some really cute candle holders that look perfect in my living room.  Did I need any of it?  The jeans, maybe.  And they &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; a really great bargain.  But sneaking a peek at my money situation after I got home, the hairs on the back of my neck began to prickle.  I still have enough to cover all of the household payments, but....  that is it.  The bare minimum.  Not a good thing.  Wasn't I just going in the store to  &lt;strong&gt;browse&lt;/strong&gt;????     Anyway, I need to motivate myself to get dressed since I am not going anywhere and no one is coming over.  My youngest duckie is at home today too, I should think about putting clothes on her as well, but I already know she won't want to take of her nightie.  She's a princess in her mind and her nightie is suitable attire for a princess, especially when it is pink and frilly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301649-107365589471718791?l=fingerpuppets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301649/posts/default/107365589471718791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301649/posts/default/107365589471718791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingerpuppets.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107365589471718791' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07471568410285640178</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-6301649.post-107359488686451036</id><published>2004-01-08T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T12:48:26.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>January 8 2004    3:38p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said I would more than likely be back on here, chatting away to myself again.  It must be the newness of it not yet worn off.  I don't really have anything of great interest to say ( I warned you above, didn't I?), but I am sitting her eonlinbe waiting for J. get her im system figured out so we can chat while she does research for her essay application questions.  I might be here a bit.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301649-107359488686451036?l=fingerpuppets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301649/posts/default/107359488686451036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301649/posts/default/107359488686451036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingerpuppets.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107359488686451036' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07471568410285640178</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-6301649.post-107357692177919366</id><published>2004-01-08T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T07:49:01.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to try my hand at an online journally-thing of sorts, and this seemed like the place to do it.  It's not that I have anything of great value to say, or anything I could debate about informatively or intelligently.  I don't even live that exciting of a life, so that my missives each day (or whenever I decide to do them) would be filled with brilliant dialogue and sparkling text.  Mostly this little spot is for me.  I am filled with the urge to write and it is something I do on a regular basis, but sometimes the fiction I write is not enough.  Instead of blowing my top at the persons in my home I tend to stream them out on sheets of paper, and feeling better, I will promptly throw them out.  The problem with that is, I fear sometimes some of my best writing is done on those papers, and to have them tossed away is a shame.  it's just that if I leave these papers lying about someone is bound to read them and then feelings will be hurt, and angry words will be said and I would rather not have to deal with all of that.It's like the snowball effect.   So I have decided instead to choose anonymity and the greater masses to spread my frustration and thoughts to.  If people read it, fine.  If they don't, fine.  I really don't care.  But It will be very cathartic way to vent my anger, and be able to view it afterwards.  Mind you, it won't all be about me being pissy at someone else.  I am sure there will be a great many days of nothingness in there too.  So, here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 8, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in a new year and I have a great many things I would like to change.  does anyone really keep their New Year's resolutions?  I am going to really try this year.  The big one for me is to lose weight.  In 2003 I gained 20 pounds- 5 of that was from Christmas alone, and the other 15 was from sitting on my ass drinking with the softball team I play with all summer long.  Excersise is supposed to be good for you, but hanging out at the bar after,having those 5-7 ceasars (plus shots, plus anything else I might have felt like having, not to mention the goodies like deep-fried pickles)cancelled out any good ball was doing.  It wouldn't have been so bad if we were at a bar dancing or something, but we just sat on our asses and drank, getting up only occasionally to go to the bathroom ar sing for Karaoke.  So this is it.  My new start. Lets hope it goes well, because I really want this to happen.  The other little things like stop swearing so much, stop spending so much pale in comparison to the one I want to achieve the most.  I weigh in on Tuesday to see if anything has changed.  I should go, I have a thousand things to catch up on today, if I get bored I will probably come back.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301649-107357692177919366?l=fingerpuppets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301649/posts/default/107357692177919366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6301649/posts/default/107357692177919366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingerpuppets.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107357692177919366' title=''/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07471568410285640178</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>
