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<?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl" type="text/xsl" media="screen"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css" type="text/css" media="screen"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579</id><updated>2008-11-21T10:33:47.797-08:00</updated><title type="text">Whiney Momma</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>277</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/WhineAndPlease" type="application/atom+xml" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-5292073766978726890</id><published>2008-11-21T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:33:47.813-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-21T10:33:47.813-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="careers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="computer" /><title type="text">Good career move</title><summary type="text">Today it is getting harder and harder to compete for jobs. Every year a new batch of young professionals are bouncing out of their undergraduate or graduate programs ready to claim up lots of new jobs. But guess what? There are not as many new jobs to go around and people are not retiring as young as before. If you are into IT, you need to keep up or you will be pushed out of a job. Check out the</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/5292073766978726890/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=5292073766978726890" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/5292073766978726890?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/5292073766978726890?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/11/good-career-move.html" title="Good career move" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-5652739074179682835</id><published>2008-11-21T10:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:26:53.650-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-21T10:26:53.650-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life or something like it" /><title type="text">Move it or bust</title><summary type="text">My horoscope today is telling me to get on the ball with a project that needs to be completed.  Here's what I have to say to that, "zip it" -- I don't need my darned horoscope nagging me.  Bad enough I have my own internal monologue saying...get it done, get it done...you have so much to do this weekend.  Still, my mind is elsewhere...it wants to go to the gym and break a sweat, not sit here </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/5652739074179682835/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=5652739074179682835" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/5652739074179682835?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/5652739074179682835?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/11/move-it-or-bust.html" title="Move it or bust" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-6022550354939162102</id><published>2008-11-21T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:56:21.562-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-21T05:56:21.562-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cool stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="business opportunities" /><title type="text">The right franchise match for you</title><summary type="text">Are you an entrepreneur type?  For years I have been wishing I could open my own business.  Unfortunately, I have two challenges to doing this.  One, is the money I'd need to kick start it and two, is knowing exactly what I want to do.  Maybe a little help would be in order.  I just heard about this thing called MatchPoint Franchise Consulting Network.  Basically you can set up a franchise </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/6022550354939162102/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=6022550354939162102" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/6022550354939162102?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/6022550354939162102?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/11/right-franchise-match-for-you.html" title="The right franchise match for you" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-8742626639178343053</id><published>2008-11-21T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:43:52.856-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-21T05:43:52.856-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="connections" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><title type="text">Facebook: yay or nay?</title><summary type="text">I am just getting into the world of Facebook.  At first I thought it was as stupid as Myspace with glittery things and people posting ridiculous stuff but I actually think Facebook is for the more grownup crowd.  Heck, even my 60 year old aunt is on it!  I think it is so cool that you can keep up with your friends all in one spot.  I actually even connected up with some old friends, even people </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/8742626639178343053/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=8742626639178343053" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/8742626639178343053?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/8742626639178343053?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/11/facebook-yay-or-nay.html" title="Facebook: yay or nay?" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-9024244230955011551</id><published>2008-11-21T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:31:42.426-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-21T05:31:42.426-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cool stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comfy stuff" /><title type="text">No cold feet for me</title><summary type="text">This is the time of year when I love to pull out my comfy long johns and warm, cozy socks.  I can tell you one Christmas gift that makes me happy every year no matter what is a pair of warm fuzzy socks.  Its simple, its relatively cheap and they bring a big smile to my face.  I hate having cold feet.  I loathe walking around barefoot...even on my super clean floors. The thought of stepping on a </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/9024244230955011551/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=9024244230955011551" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/9024244230955011551?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/9024244230955011551?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/11/no-cold-feet-for-me.html" title="No cold feet for me" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-3435031245721284417</id><published>2008-11-21T05:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:28:23.903-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-21T05:28:23.903-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bogus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news" /><title type="text">Are you for real?</title><summary type="text">What's this?  A new study that putting your baby in stroller facing out is going to cause social problems?  Kid are less likely to interact with their parents.  OMG!  What is this world coming to?  I want to know all about these nonsense studies.  Like who even thought of this...how many babies did they test, and for how many years?  Oh, you mean they only tested them for one day?  Okay, I just </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/3435031245721284417/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=3435031245721284417" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/3435031245721284417?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/3435031245721284417?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/11/are-you-for-real.html" title="Are you for real?" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-4701932065783744802</id><published>2008-11-20T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:04:18.710-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-20T12:04:18.710-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life or something like it" /><title type="text">Let's go crazy...only Prince can say that since he has a cute butt</title><summary type="text">My butt hurts from sitting so long today.  I have been working for 6 hours straight and I feel like I weigh a ton...literally, a ton.  If you are not sure what a ton is, think of a baby elephant.  Although, I am no baby and definitely not as cute.  If I don't stop sitting so much, I will need someone to bring a wheel barrel over to help me out of this room.  Ug.

Now I am getting myself all </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/4701932065783744802/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=4701932065783744802" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4701932065783744802?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4701932065783744802?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/11/lets-go-crazyonly-prince-can-say-that.html" title="Let's go crazy...only Prince can say that since he has a cute butt" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-8240195930728532275</id><published>2008-11-20T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:55:57.812-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-20T11:55:57.812-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="use your imagination" /><title type="text">What If Day</title><summary type="text">Today is "What If day...."

Think of at least 5 what ifs and imagine what that is like for a few minutes.

1.  What if we had no electricity?  It just cut off indefinitely and we wouldn't know if we could ever get it back?  Like an cataclysmic event that silenced all possible electric currents.

2.  What if the grass was not green...what if everyone had a different color lawn?  You could pick the</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/8240195930728532275/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=8240195930728532275" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/8240195930728532275?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/8240195930728532275?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/11/what-if-day.html" title="What If Day" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-6387946946960522926</id><published>2008-11-16T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:05:32.722-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-16T12:05:32.722-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just stuff" /><title type="text">Bracelets that are good for you</title><summary type="text">My mother in  law is the biggest jewelry freak.  She actually owned her own jewerly business at one time so I guess that is why.  She constantly is pushing new jewels on me.  Normally, I pass...I'm just not that into it.  The other day though she was mentioning these magnetic bracelets and I just think it is the coolest thing I have ever seen.  The interesting thing about these bracelets and </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/6387946946960522926/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=6387946946960522926" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/6387946946960522926?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/6387946946960522926?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/11/bracelets-that-are-good-for-you.html" title="Bracelets that are good for you" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-2879801243058049444</id><published>2008-11-16T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:02:11.837-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-16T12:02:11.837-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="questions of life" /><title type="text">A new outlook on marriage</title><summary type="text">A marriage checkup?  How interesting!  With all this talk about California and gay marriages...the news is just brewing with it.  I just read about this thing called a Marriage Checkup.  It is something that is basically in a clinical trial by the NIH where couples complete questionnaires and two in-person sessions that track and help circumvent trouble.  So far, 171 couples in the Worcester, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/2879801243058049444/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=2879801243058049444" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/2879801243058049444?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/2879801243058049444?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/11/new-outlook-on-marriage.html" title="A new outlook on marriage" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-2958462815030225500</id><published>2008-11-12T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:34:10.591-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-12T12:34:10.591-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><title type="text">Planning a gal pal trip</title><summary type="text">I was thinking about planning an ultimate girls weekend or something.  It's tough though now that most of my friends have young kids.  Still, we all have to get out and let our hair down once in awhile.  At least....while we're still young (and a little crazy). 

I love the idea of going somewhere we can go shopping, try out some new restaurants, and maybe a couple shows.  That's why I think I </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/2958462815030225500/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=2958462815030225500" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/2958462815030225500?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/2958462815030225500?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/11/planning-gal-pal-trip.html" title="Planning a gal pal trip" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-1274182801647015892</id><published>2008-11-12T12:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:30:26.424-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-12T12:30:26.424-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just me" /><title type="text">Missing something</title><summary type="text">I was deep in thought this morning...after having nightmares about being late, forgetting my homework, going to the wrong classroom.  I have no idea why I keep dreaming of college days.  Although, I wasn't even like that in college. I was always on time, always prepared for class.  Something though must be nagging me about something I "missed" in college.  Something that was beyond me, that maybe</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/1274182801647015892/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=1274182801647015892" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/1274182801647015892?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/1274182801647015892?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/11/missing-something.html" title="Missing something" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-7022221476322595432</id><published>2008-11-06T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:34:51.370-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-06T11:34:51.370-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog stuff" /><title type="text">Award time!</title><summary type="text">
















Thank you so much Cool Mom Reviews for these awesome awards.  You are such a doll! 

I am passing this on to everyone on my blogroll!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/7022221476322595432/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=7022221476322595432" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/7022221476322595432?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/7022221476322595432?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/11/award-time.html" title="Award time!" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7qHMlJt3qX8/SRNGdiUcyWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/fW_X7vZ6Vus/s72-c/blogaward.gif" 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-4536294278157389579.post-5228524936000339789</id><published>2008-11-06T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:32:20.677-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-06T11:32:20.677-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life or something like it" /><title type="text">Fed up</title><summary type="text">I am so annoyed with my step mother!    Yes, she is one of those. Doesn't everybody have some family member that totally pisses them off?   Well, she's mine...amongst others... she makes me want to don my tactical pants for an all out war.

We have been planning something together, which I didn't want to do in the first place, and she is being such a biatch about every little thing.  I just </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/5228524936000339789/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=5228524936000339789" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/5228524936000339789?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/5228524936000339789?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/11/fed-up.html" title="Fed up" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-7744445369831764798</id><published>2008-11-05T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:29:48.247-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-05T11:29:48.247-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life or something like it" /><title type="text">The heebies</title><summary type="text">Whoa!  Some people are just plain out crazy.  I must live in an area of nutso housewives.  Today, I met this woman today who was walking around muttering obscenities under her breath about the school monitors.   Like hello, we are volunteering in an elementary school... talking like that is not appropriate here.   I wanted to say something but she looked like she would shoot me.

I wonder if she </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/7744445369831764798/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=7744445369831764798" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/7744445369831764798?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/7744445369831764798?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/11/heebies.html" title="The heebies" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-4032029651721646016</id><published>2008-11-05T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:56:32.400-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-11-05T10:56:32.400-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news" /><title type="text">Obama Nation</title><summary type="text">This is one happy man!  I watched CNN like  feen last night.  I was so engrossed by the holograms, I almost forgot about the election! 

I feel good though knowing that Palin will have nothing to do with running our country.  Hopefully she goes away...even though I love Tina Fey but I think even the skits have lost their glow.

So here we go into a new part of history!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/4032029651721646016/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=4032029651721646016" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4032029651721646016?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4032029651721646016?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/11/obama-nation.html" title="Obama Nation" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7qHMlJt3qX8/SRHF7iPkLCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/eBtelkVxiUw/s72-c/art.obama.speech.01.cnn.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-4536294278157389579.post-8760214259450752564</id><published>2008-10-31T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T05:55:39.269-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-10-31T05:55:39.269-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="talking food" /><title type="text">New recipes to the rescue</title><summary type="text">I feel so terribly bored with cooking these days.  My same old recipes are just so overdone at this point. We have the same thing practically each week!   I really need to get some new ones to spice things up.   Plus, I want to make it healthier.  We eat vegetables but we could be doing more.  I think I should really think about doing more healthy grilling on my George Foreman.  I love that thing</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/8760214259450752564/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=8760214259450752564" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/8760214259450752564?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/8760214259450752564?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/10/new-recipes-to-rescue.html" title="New recipes to the rescue" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-5576470328533716504</id><published>2008-10-31T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T05:52:47.622-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-10-31T05:52:47.622-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holidays" /><title type="text">Halloween Jokes</title><summary type="text">Some Halloween jokes for the day...tell em to your kids, your co-workers!  Get in the spirit of Halloween--my favorite holiday. 

What instrument do skeleton play?
A: Trom-BONE.

What did one ghost say to the other ghost?
 "Do you believe in people?"

What did the skeleton say to the vampire?
 A. You suck.

What's a monster's favorite bean?
 A. A human bean.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/5576470328533716504/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=5576470328533716504" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/5576470328533716504?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/5576470328533716504?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/10/halloween-jokes.html" title="Halloween Jokes" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-2151674399495282820</id><published>2008-10-31T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T05:48:03.027-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-10-31T05:48:03.027-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holidays" /><title type="text">Gearing up for a little shopping</title><summary type="text">I can't wait to start shopping for the kids this year.  I already have checked out some dollhouses for the girlie.  I had always wanted one but my sister ended up getting it when we were growing up.  She didn't even hardly play with it and gave me lip if I ever tried to.  Fond memories...yeah.

My son is trickier to buy for.  I am thinking of lots of games and building things, things that will </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/2151674399495282820/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=2151674399495282820" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/2151674399495282820?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/2151674399495282820?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/10/gearing-up-for-little-shopping.html" title="Gearing up for a little shopping" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-4755064629103307678</id><published>2008-10-31T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T05:44:04.472-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-10-31T05:44:04.472-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just me" /><title type="text">Happy Halloween!</title><summary type="text">Happy Halloween!!!

May your day be full of fun and good times.  I will be swinging back a few during the trick or treating hours...that's my treat : )

By the way, try to stay out of the way of anyone that looks like this.  He may look sweet and charming on the outside but he has some major BO; I heard he hasn't showered in weeks.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/4755064629103307678/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=4755064629103307678" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4755064629103307678?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4755064629103307678?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html" title="Happy Halloween!" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qHMlJt3qX8/SQr9KTOf3aI/AAAAAAAAAZY/rPjFW6yXWuc/s72-c/images.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-4536294278157389579.post-5538920865980325599</id><published>2008-10-30T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:42:59.680-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-10-30T18:42:59.680-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="financial" /><title type="text">Hard times</title><summary type="text">This time of year can be tough.  Really tough.  Not only is holiday time just around the corner but every time I turn around I hear about someone losing their job.  It can be so heartbreaking.  People don't always have a large stash of money in their bank accounts to help them get through it.   Often, they only have a few weeks to get a job before their funds dry up.  It is something we all just </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/5538920865980325599/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=5538920865980325599" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/5538920865980325599?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/5538920865980325599?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/10/hard-times.html" title="Hard times" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-3380659426350537329</id><published>2008-10-28T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:10:43.945-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-10-28T08:10:43.945-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog stuff" /><title type="text">Seeking self confidence</title><summary type="text">It is so sad I want to cry.  I just happened to be checking around on my stats and stuff...usually I don't care but I have been feeling a little sensitive lately.  Anywho, my technorati authority is only 15.  Boo-hoo, hoo.  I guess no one likes me.  I think I need to step it up a bit.  People don't really know who I am.  I admit I am trying hard to keep things anonymous but sometimes doing that </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/3380659426350537329/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=3380659426350537329" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/3380659426350537329?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/3380659426350537329?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/10/seeking-self-confidence.html" title="Seeking self confidence" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-2416732525530776680</id><published>2008-10-28T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:52:28.886-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-10-28T07:52:28.886-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="financial" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="a stress reliever" /><title type="text">Validation and debt consolidation</title><summary type="text">I am not going to whine today, I promise.  Well, maybe I will, but just a little itty bitty bit.  People say you shouldn't hang around complainers.  Ah bah humbug! 

You know, whether you think it or say it, it's there. Some people may never verbally complain but in their minds they are pissing and moaning all day long.  I say, let it out, get some validation from a friend that all is okay and </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/2416732525530776680/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=2416732525530776680" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/2416732525530776680?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/2416732525530776680?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/10/validation-and-debt-consolidation.html" title="Validation and debt consolidation" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-2829835879433718097</id><published>2008-10-23T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:07:39.158-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-10-23T14:07:39.158-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life or something like it" /><title type="text">Another whine...this sucks...</title><summary type="text">I am so ticked, I wrote a long nice post about Entrecard and how I love my top droppers.  I linked to 10 of them when blogger apparently went down...my whole post gone.  Like a fart in the wind.  So sad...so mad.  I am too lazy to start it all over again. 

And then on top of it I bought my son these awesome Spongebob pajamas and he comes home and says they are ugly...huh?  What is this world </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/2829835879433718097/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=2829835879433718097" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/2829835879433718097?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/2829835879433718097?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/10/another-whinethis-sucks.html" title="Another whine...this sucks..." /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-5264649717841982447</id><published>2008-10-23T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T06:51:24.397-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://purl.org/atom/app#">2008-10-27T06:51:24.397-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just stuff" /><title type="text">Need a trip to the sporting goods section</title><summary type="text">I have been meaning to get some mace.  I keep forgetting and tonight I will be heading down to the city again, parking in that darn back lot in the dark.    It creeps me out every time.  I literally run to the car and jump in.  I wish I had eyes behind my head. Ah, who doesn't?

Still, I need to get the mace.  I guess because you just can't find it at regular stores, I keep forgetting about it (</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/5264649717841982447/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=5264649717841982447" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/5264649717841982447?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/5264649717841982447?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2008/10/need-trip-to-sporting-goods-section.html" title="Need a trip to the sporting goods section" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qHMlJt3qX8/SQXHVh9N-DI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/PO_qK0rME0k/s72-c/75910795.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
