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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:creativeCommons="http://backend.userland.com/creativeCommonsRssModule" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 09:45:03 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Fresh Picked Craziness</title><description>You Have Arrived At Your Destination</description><link>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/</creativeCommons:license><image><link>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/</link><url>http://creativecommons.org/images/public/somerights20.gif</url><title>Some Rights Reserved</title></image><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/FreshPickedCraziness" type="application/rss+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>FreshPickedCraziness</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-7271333371446472003</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-02T08:00:00.719-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Child 4 - Age 9.75 - Female</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>When We Grow Old</title><atom:summary type="text">Well, I was glad to learn that our 10 year old daughter has our's and her life all figured out for the future.

After stopping at the liquor store tonight and dropping that teeny bottle of blueberry vodka in my ginger-ale (in the passenger seat, in case you were worried), she then yapped like her mother and informed of us important details of our future.

First, we are old and wrinkly. Nice kid.
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/fPS9wdtxE2Y/when-we-grow-old.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0AYHyMfPEo/SORK_2sb2NI/AAAAAAAAASc/7uxYL8Rr1KQ/s72-c/retirement2222.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/fPS9wdtxE2Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-we-grow-old.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-8283635539875788036</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T00:30:03.803-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Found Around the Internet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Damn Dogs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>Take a Nap, Lose a Toe</title><atom:summary type="text">Watch your vicious Dauchshounds people.
Fri Jul 4, 12:35 AM ET
Courtesy of AP
ALTON, Ill. - An Illinois woman says her beloved miniature dachshund gnawed off her right big toe while she was asleep. Linda Floyd told the Alton Telegraph for a story Wednesday that her beloved Roscoe was euthanized because of safety concerns. (What the hell...put the dog to sleep for eating off a numb toe and now she</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/KkiwVfP7x0c/take-nap-lose-toe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0AYHyMfPEo/SG4cCyNBMKI/AAAAAAAAASM/2b_zDwgqwSM/s72-c/dauch.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/KkiwVfP7x0c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-nap-lose-toe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-2729977181760654472</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-08T08:00:00.544-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Found Around the Internet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>Yahoo Answers - My Chance to Act Smart &amp; Wise</title><atom:summary type="text">Have you been to Yahoo Answers yet?  My advice, don't.  You will get addicted and probably stop blogging.  Some people post questions just for attention *yawn*.  Some people give really bad advice.  Here are some of the recent questions and what *I* would have answered.Q - Hwo do i make my haircolor darker without die?
My haircolor now is a darkish brown with thick blonde highlights, and is up to</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/HaxxOVSVYHI/yahoo-answers-my-chance-to-act-smart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/HaxxOVSVYHI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/07/yahoo-answers-my-chance-to-act-smart.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-2446608542457738869</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-03T08:00:00.730-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">OMG Moments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Definate Rants</category><title>Wilson the Damn Dog on Vacation &amp; Sucky Parents</title><atom:summary type="text">Oh no, this isn't a post about MY damn dog! It's a post about someone else's damn dog and the damn dogs sucky owners as parents. My mini-vacation weekend in May also included a greeting from Wilson - a bulldog with a vengence. That little SOB snarled and barked at any sound we made (I'm sorry - rephrase that, ALL THE TIME) and his owners basically said nothing about it 90% of the time. I took </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/t52EKx6Iq6E/wilson-damn-dog-on-vacation-sucky.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/t52EKx6Iq6E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/07/wilson-damn-dog-on-vacation-sucky.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-3468367300231984080</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-01T08:00:00.349-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">OMG Moments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Definate Rants</category><title>Mama, Can I Pee in the Water?</title><atom:summary type="text">You know what, I could have just died when I heard the answer to this on the beach in Lewes, DE (part of my mini-vacation in May).  I looked back at husband with the camera who was shooting who knows what and pointing to what I wanted him to take a picture of, to no avail!  Grrr....men!

So here's how it went:

2? year old (no older) "Mama, can I pee in the water?"
30+ year old (should know </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/IAsEuiEaSJ4/mama-can-i-pee-in-water.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/IAsEuiEaSJ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/07/mama-can-i-pee-in-water.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-4113979597047856878</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T08:15:50.316-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">OMG Moments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Child 1 - Age 18 - Female</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>What Not to Wear to A College Orientation</title><atom:summary type="text">You may think I'll write something about kids here...but no, this is for all of you adults out there who are sending your babies off to college and will soon attend the lovely orientations. While I thought I might stay with my daughter all day this time as was usually the case...noooo....I got to go on my own little adventure into the world of some very odd people - adult people. I know, I belong</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/cv-q-Y4J2mA/what-not-to-wear-to-college-orientation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/cv-q-Y4J2mA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-not-to-wear-to-college-orientation.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-8608589000964429604</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T00:30:04.210-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I Must Be Stupid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Found Around the Internet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Learn A New Word</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Miscellaneous</category><title>Word Verification = BS</title><atom:summary type="text">Alright, I've got it on my blog and I know why it's there, but I have to say it is a pain in my ass rear end sometimes.  It took me 8 tries to get this one right.........see if you can guess what it says.  You won't get a thing if you're right.....well maybe a virtual high five!  Woohoo!

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/vKVFKHkA20A/word-verification-bs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0AYHyMfPEo/SE_2x1sDEpI/AAAAAAAAASE/XUMF3gU6DiE/s72-c/word+verification+nightmare.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/vKVFKHkA20A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/06/word-verification-bs.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-1982373725767949963</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T09:26:45.202-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Emails</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Do you think I'm Stupid?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>God is Listening - I Knew It</title><atom:summary type="text">You know, I pray. I pray for lots of stuff and yes, I really believe in God! I don't know what he thinks about me, but from this email I just got, he must like me and also be listening to my prayers.1.969000 Million U.S. Dollars coming my way.  Must be time for a bling bling blog now.  Woohoo!
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/tVt6-H3CwKk/god-is-listening-i-knew-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/tVt6-H3CwKk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-is-listening-i-knew-it.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-8967414075595111745</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-15T14:08:16.002-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Found Around the Internet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>Riding a Motorcycle Drunk - Not a Good Idea?</title><atom:summary type="text">seattle-tacoma &gt; 
To the Drunk Hottie who fell off my motorcycle 
Originally Posted: Wed, 7 Nov 05:23 PST 
To the Drunk Hottie who fell off my motorcycle
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Date: 2007-11-07, 5:23AM PST
I met you at the bar last night, and we hit it off. Ya we were both a little buzzed, but you seemed as into me as I was into you. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/NEXxHwbKQSw/riding-motorcycle-drunk-not-good-idea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/NEXxHwbKQSw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/06/riding-motorcycle-drunk-not-good-idea.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-4955350052669063249</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T00:30:04.553-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Selebrity Slams</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>I Gotta Do It My Way....</title><atom:summary type="text">May 22, 2008Ok, remember this song from Loverboy?  All you 80's ladies will (unless you were hiding under a rock somewhere).  Now I liked the music, but a girlfriend at the time really LOVED Mike Reno.  This was Mike Reno then:
My friends, apparently Mike Reno was doing it his way ALOT at Burger King because this is him now:Now listen, I'm 38 and believe me, I too have been known to have it my </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/eVo4gTDExnU/i-gotta-do-it-my-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0AYHyMfPEo/SCyokcN0EPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/fIw0CuL3h64/s72-c/mikereno+young.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/eVo4gTDExnU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-gotta-do-it-my-way.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-7806911087607533069</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T00:30:05.120-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Serious Ponderings (ie May Be Boring)</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Child 1 - Age 18 - Female</category><title>She Graduates Tomorrow</title><atom:summary type="text">June 05, 2008Yes, our little fuzzhead will graduate tomorrow. I always figured I would be a happy camper when this moment came. My mother always said "Every kid is another 18 year jail sentence!" I thought I was really ready to be released from the cell even if it was only for a few hours (she ain't leaving home yet...soon).
I'm finding though that really, I'm feeling a little sentimental.
This </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/UskT_U1hMeY/she-graduates-tomorrow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0AYHyMfPEo/SC5KxMN0EdI/AAAAAAAAANA/50dS_uDCYwg/s72-c/samfuzz.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/UskT_U1hMeY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/06/she-graduates-tomorrow.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-4043525904337553744</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-29T08:00:01.048-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Why Me Moments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Child 3 - Age 12.6 - Male</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>Everyone Must Try this Trick</title><atom:summary type="text">May 29, 2008Really, did your parents ever say to you as a kid "I don't know about you sometimes" as they gave you a look that said you're a freak of nature "What is wrong with you?"I recently had this experience when our extremely strange and delusioned family went out to eat.Don't you just hate it when you start realizing you are saying the exact same things that your parents said.  The same </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/4mXJAZUFvNU/everyone-must-try-this-trick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/4mXJAZUFvNU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/05/everyone-must-try-this-trick.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-1753372089074587251</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T00:30:06.177-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Found Around the Internet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>Family...Don't Say I Didn't Warn You</title><atom:summary type="text">Well, maybe these have been around for a while....I've no clue.What I do know is that I couldn't resist the urge to throw in my creative juices, print them out and tape them around the house. What does my family think? Hey I don't care know, but if they don't get the message from these, then I give up!You can do your own with the link at the bottom.For That Time of the MonthFor the BathroomThink </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/JwnOUbC-Hzc/familydont-say-i-didnt-warn-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0AYHyMfPEo/SDDWAMN0EuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9Ck9QsNOgyk/s72-c/DANGER+PMS.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/JwnOUbC-Hzc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/05/familydont-say-i-didnt-warn-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-1656679983542538440</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T00:30:06.280-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">OMG Moments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Child 4 - Age 9.75 - Female</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>She Did Not Just Say THAT?</title><atom:summary type="text">May 27, 2008Enter 9 year old daughter.Enter 8 month old pup."Diesel" she begins.  "You've got big balls."My lower jaw almost detached from my head fell in disbelief.Where on earth did she learn that word from?I know it wasn't me and am denying it was that AC/DC cd I played in the car the other day...but we've got the biggest...er uhm..oops sorry, got distracted there.  In all probability it was </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/vf1j_COQ1TQ/she-did-not-just-say-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0AYHyMfPEo/SCwvWsN0EMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Pu3ZvFKbPZA/s72-c/balls.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/vf1j_COQ1TQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/05/she-did-not-just-say-that.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-2105051412596606641</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 13:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T00:30:08.067-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">OMG Moments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Drawings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>Wedged At Walmart - A True Story in Pictures</title><atom:summary type="text">Well....yesterday was eventful! I had an appointment and on the way, had to pee real bad so Walmart seemed to be right there and I stopped on in doing the pee-pee dance all the way to the restroom. I could kick myself now for not having the brains to turn on my phone camera because what I'm about to tell you was almost one of those "had to be there" moments, but I'm gonna try. This is Walmart  </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/03_CQ_dovKI/wedged-at-walmart-true-story-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0AYHyMfPEo/SDQlRcN0E0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/KbO7_UWyZUc/s72-c/walmartfront.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/03_CQ_dovKI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/05/wedged-at-walmart-true-story-in.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-8591608925098802281</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T00:30:26.783-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Why Me Moments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Child 2 - Age 17 - Female</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>Mama's, Beware the Evil Prom Gown</title><atom:summary type="text">May 20, 2008This is for all the mothers who have little daughters that will someday go through major PMS among other things to the prom.

Now I know, when you look at this - it is very beautiful, but let me tell you a tale of almost hanging her by the back string of this beautiful crosstype back dress.

My advice, don't do it! If you even see a gown like this, run like the wind. Hide it beneath </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/sndG4W_FQ2E/mamas-beware-evil-prom-gown.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0AYHyMfPEo/SC46B8N0EbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/m2QEJbTHOC8/s72-c/IMG_0614.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/sndG4W_FQ2E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/05/mamas-beware-evil-prom-gown.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-3335903992472648074</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 16:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T00:30:27.544-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Miscellaneous</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Definate Rants</category><title>No Shoes?  How About No Gut?</title><atom:summary type="text">Doug over here had a bitch post today regarding people who don't wear shoes.Well, let me tell ya, I rarely have shoes on except when I go somewhere and no, I don't need a sign to tell me to wear shoes or I'm not getting served. Doug would like to read this post and get really get grossed out.
No shoes in a store, well that's a little different I suppose - obviously, nobody wants someones foot </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/JgKq93rGK1c/no-shoes-how-about-no-gut.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0AYHyMfPEo/SDGnaMN0EwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/GFLEAeJVOnI/s72-c/dirtyfeet.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/JgKq93rGK1c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-shoes-how-about-no-gut.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-6743561172499882603</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T00:30:27.687-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Miscellaneous</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>Why Does It Have to be SO Difficult....</title><atom:summary type="text">to enjoy a purchase as soon as you get out of the store and into your vehicle. Case in point: on a recent vacation trip to Best Buy I purchased a new camera because the damn dog ate my other one and one memory card since they were too cheap to include one. Now realize, I've already had to stand in line like a cow in a herd and listen to the OMG teen speak delightful conversation behind me until </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/9gt5OqimoBA/why-does-it-have-to-be-so-difficult.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0AYHyMfPEo/SCwwB8N0ENI/AAAAAAAAALA/iUpMl5BOzb4/s72-c/edward+scissorhands.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/9gt5OqimoBA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-does-it-have-to-be-so-difficult.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-6251385483219884256</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 17:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T00:30:29.065-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Drawings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Husband and Me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>Sex and Childrens Radar Systems</title><atom:summary type="text">May 16, 2008

I don't know why it is that every time husband and I feel like we may be able to tap dat have some alone time together, at least one of the brats angels interupts. It doesn't matter if it is 10:30 at night or 4:00 in the morning, and I am not kidding when I say every time.
Besides the example below, other instances would include:
-they suddenly remember at just that moment they've </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/vH1zH5mvgAY/sex-and-childrens-radar-systems.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0AYHyMfPEo/SC4zy8N0EUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IESKqQcc0ww/s72-c/KIDRADAR1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/vH1zH5mvgAY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/05/sex-and-childrens-radar-systems.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-9125149704629409602</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 11:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T00:30:29.252-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Why Me Moments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Damn Dogs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>Tiptoe Through the Dogs**t</title><atom:summary type="text">May 16, 2008
Is there anything worse than stepping in dog s**t?  I have an answer, but it will have to wait just a minute while I explain another phenomenon to you.I've had a blog before.  It sucked.  I deleted it.  Before I deleted it, I stepped in what?  Yes, yes - of course.  Dog s**t. (you didn't have to look back at the title to guess this I hope.)  No, I didn't delete it because of the shoe</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/SbAWsoviCPY/tiptoe-through-dogst.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0AYHyMfPEo/SCynAsN0EOI/AAAAAAAAALI/Jq9LbFxs5fc/s72-c/dogpoop.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/SbAWsoviCPY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/05/tiptoe-through-dogst.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-1274000881162639841</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 22:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T00:30:29.993-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Found Around the Internet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Miscellaneous</category><title>Smart Cars...The Next Aphrodisiac?</title><atom:summary type="text">
When you read this USA Today article about these Smart Cars, it states the following: 


"a recent surveyed showed that women are more attracted to men with fuel-efficient cars than men with sports cars." Let me just say this about that....give me a break! I mean, have you seen one of these up close and personal? I have and trust me, just like things in the mirror are closer than they appear, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/Six6kTKid74/smart-carsthe-next-aphrodisiac.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0AYHyMfPEo/SCy_PsN0ETI/AAAAAAAAALw/tJeOzOjVl24/s72-c/smart.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/Six6kTKid74" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/05/smart-carsthe-next-aphrodisiac.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-5435011360066524224</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 16:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-16T21:08:38.871-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Miscellaneous</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>Be Gentle &amp; Kind</title><atom:summary type="text">I just submitted my blog to FuelMyBlog and supposedly now I get berated rated on the content.Please remember to be gentle as I am very angry and good at finding online people who rain on my parade sensitive.Rate at your own risk and realize that if I don't  take my happy pills get good reviews, there is no telling what might happen.Who am I kidding - I will hunt you down and take humiliating </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/XwJY6D7KiV8/be-gentle-kind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/XwJY6D7KiV8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/05/be-gentle-kind.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-2725484207380200012</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 23:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-16T21:08:53.962-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Why Me Moments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Child 3 - Age 12.6 - Male</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>Yesterday Was A Good Day Until.....</title><atom:summary type="text">I got a call from my son's teacher....this is the teacher I aided in the mutilation of     disection of the frog.In my entire parenting career, some 18 years!?!?, this is almost never a good thing. As a matter of fact, it usually ends up with me wanting to harm the child at the school wondering why they don't have cocktails ready to serve when you walk in "Who's child is this?"I listen intently.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/LwNgcsrUwQ0/yesterday-was-good-day-until.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/LwNgcsrUwQ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-was-good-day-until.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-2429054102016585235</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 11:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-16T21:09:48.927-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Serious Ponderings (ie May Be Boring)</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Miscellaneous</category><title>Terrible Dreams and Happy Pills?</title><atom:summary type="text">Boy did I have the worst dream last night. Unfortunately, it was so awful that I'm not about to describe it here - sorry. What I will say is that it involved alot of death. I hate those types of dreams.

In other news....my Happy Pills may be kicking in. Knock on wood! I don't even want to say it because I don't want to hex myself. Yesterday was a pretty good day for me. I didn't accomplish much </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/gdvWIrkR3oc/terrible-dreams-and-happy-pills.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/gdvWIrkR3oc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/05/terrible-dreams-and-happy-pills.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356024007232828991.post-2260935856852411516</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 12:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T00:30:30.232-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Serious Ponderings (ie May Be Boring)</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Husband and Me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Miscellaneous</category><title>The Whiteboard</title><atom:summary type="text">Yesterday, another lovely day in my life. Spring is my favorite time of year. I hardly even know it is occuring as things in my head take over any good thoughts I had about the warm sun and the gentle breezes of the season.

I guess my husband felt like he had (as in was required by law) to do some cleaning around the house, but he was not happy about it. He was not asked to do it, and honestly, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~3/_LMSXBTVmRU/whiteboard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy J.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0AYHyMfPEo/SCmN08N0ELI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Pocdo0TKlVw/s72-c/whiteboard.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FreshPickedCraziness/~4/_LMSXBTVmRU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://freshpickedcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/05/whiteboard.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
