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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.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:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434</id><updated>2009-11-06T07:40:29.314-06:00</updated><title type="text">Home Fires</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>555</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/HomeFires" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site.</feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-5309781125284703227</id><published>2009-11-06T06:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:40:29.324-06:00</updated><title type="text">I'm Sorry I Can't Be Puuurrrfect</title><summary type="text">If previous lives are real, there is no doubt that I once was a crazy cat lady. My house probably stunk to the high heavens of ammonia, and I likely lived on canned cat food. Why would I think such a thing? Because sometimes I feel so connected to those fuzzy little bastards it isn’t even funny. (Remember the story of Chip? If not, email me and I’ll send it to you. It depicts an odd connection </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/5309781125284703227/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=5309781125284703227" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/5309781125284703227" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/5309781125284703227" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/NeqzfHm6i1g/im-sorry-i-cant-be-puuurrrfect.html" title="I'm Sorry I Can't Be Puuurrrfect" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuBJ3mIYFBk/SvQfa__9pbI/AAAAAAAAAbo/iopLA26pzcA/s72-c/patches.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-sorry-i-cant-be-puuurrrfect.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-5567395086942337832</id><published>2009-10-29T10:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:07:18.344-05:00</updated><title type="text">Whole Lotta Rosie</title><summary type="text">The story about my super duper life saving skills is going to have to wait for another day. Sorry. But like Janet Jackson said, “I promise, I’ll be worth the wait.”If you’ve been reading Home Fires for a while, you already know Rosie O’Donnell is someone I look up to as a mom, humanitarian, philanthropist, author and comedian. She has read and commented on this blog three times, always offering a</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/5567395086942337832/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=5567395086942337832" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/5567395086942337832" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/5567395086942337832" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/r5QPCXcPM_c/whole-lotta-rosie.html" title="Whole Lotta Rosie" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/10/whole-lotta-rosie.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-4362355468217223505</id><published>2009-10-24T10:24:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:01:40.286-05:00</updated><title type="text">One Thing Leads To Another</title><summary type="text">In kindergarten, my son, Lane 1 got into trouble when he stepped out of line to play with the drinking fountain. He received his first detention that day. At the time, and now looking back, I really don’t think it was detention worthy. But like everything in life, it was a lesson learned.At the age of 5, he said he “saw a spider on the spout, and wanted to send it down the drain so nobody would </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/4362355468217223505/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=4362355468217223505" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/4362355468217223505" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/4362355468217223505" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/5Lat5LyXP1Q/one-thing-leads-to-another.html" title="One Thing Leads To Another" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SuBJ3mIYFBk/SuMc_RHyqeI/AAAAAAAAAbg/KezYYL72MV8/s72-c/Superdick.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-thing-leads-to-another.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-6877977489360407526</id><published>2009-10-16T14:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:09:24.305-05:00</updated><title type="text">Operator, Well Could You Help Me Place This Call?</title><summary type="text">There's no shame in my game as you long-time readers know. Today was no different. I called into a test show for Rosie O’Donnell. You can imagine my surprise when the phone actually rang.My heart was all racy and my hands were super sweaty. I got through nine times. Eight of those times the ringing turned into a fast busy signal. I was about to give up because I never took Stalking 101, but I was</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/6877977489360407526/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=6877977489360407526" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/6877977489360407526" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/6877977489360407526" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/dteOcrKZkls/operator-well-could-you-help-me-place.html" title="Operator, Well Could You Help Me Place This Call?" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SuBJ3mIYFBk/StjF_JdusLI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1tfHS4p_upc/s72-c/Watleyhalloween94.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/10/operator-well-could-you-help-me-place.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-3541371257324806197</id><published>2009-10-05T10:26:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:22:09.612-05:00</updated><title type="text">Won’t You Tell Me Why-yi-yi-yi</title><summary type="text">There are a couple of upsides to kids growing up. I know, I don’t like to admit it either. Just the conversations we share and those they share with each other, should make me okay with the process of watching my babies bloom into adulthood. I really do love listening/talking to them.Let’s take a step back for a minute. When Lane 1 and Lane 2 were little, everything we discussed revolved around </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/3541371257324806197/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=3541371257324806197" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/3541371257324806197" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/3541371257324806197" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/13L7PdKuSvE/wont-you-tell-me-why-yi-yi-yi.html" title="Won’t You Tell Me Why-yi-yi-yi" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SuBJ3mIYFBk/SsoWQHe7nnI/AAAAAAAAAZI/gbvfjvkc0D0/s72-c/Bathroomcookies.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/10/wont-you-tell-me-why-yi-yi-yi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-3970002535119476218</id><published>2009-10-03T08:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:07:49.433-05:00</updated><title type="text">You Belong With Me</title><summary type="text">What is the world coming to, when Lois Frickin’ Lane is singing a Taylor Swift song? If you know the song in the title, you’ll understand why as you read along. If you don’t, check out the lyrics as they seem to fit this situation better than any song.I’m nervous because of reason 3,698. Somewhere, someday, you may find a book with all of the reasons in numeric order. Until then…You really ought </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/3970002535119476218/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=3970002535119476218" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/3970002535119476218" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/3970002535119476218" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/dfpI9zfLJWA/you-belong-with-me.html" title="You Belong With Me" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-belong-with-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-3296496611458849053</id><published>2009-09-25T10:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:11:33.740-05:00</updated><title type="text">Ain't We Lucky We Got 'Em, Good Times</title><summary type="text">It’s always an honor to see one of your friends get the recognition they deserve. Today, William of Poop and Boogies received what has been a long time coming. Dr. Phil mentioned his blog on his website.William has been blogging funnies about his own childhood as well as rearing his sons, all the while admitting his lovely bride, Lauren is always right. Not a lot of husbands will admit such a </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/3296496611458849053/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=3296496611458849053" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/3296496611458849053" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/3296496611458849053" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/sjmQUDWHbqI/aint-we-lucky-we-got-em-good-times.html" title="Ain't We Lucky We Got 'Em, Good Times" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SuBJ3mIYFBk/SrzcZLB5XEI/AAAAAAAAAYc/lB5BGk5uH84/s72-c/IMG_4204.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/09/aint-we-lucky-we-got-em-good-times.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-689801964337998651</id><published>2009-09-02T08:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:23:04.464-05:00</updated><title type="text">You Ain’t Nothin’ But A Hound Dog</title><summary type="text">It ain't all hearts and flowers, this married stuff. I brag on my old man all the time, see post below. And mostly, he deserves it. Today Mr. Lane is in the doghouse and I need your help.Is owning up to cock-like behavior enough? Mr. Lane called me to apologize for displaying many forms of assholery and dickonometry as of late. When I hung up, I thought, wow he knew he was a dick without me </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/689801964337998651/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=689801964337998651" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/689801964337998651" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/689801964337998651" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/A0PJgP_gmjU/you-aint-nothin-but-hound-dog.html" title="You Ain’t Nothin’ But A Hound Dog" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuBJ3mIYFBk/Sp8Lcj43fqI/AAAAAAAAAYM/qNrPcRwEmUg/s72-c/IMG_3896.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-aint-nothin-but-hound-dog.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-8022087914038782332</id><published>2009-08-07T08:45:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:28:24.966-05:00</updated><title type="text">Side-By-Side</title><summary type="text">One thing people keep asking me after hearing of all the bad news around here... "Lois, how do you manage to keep a sense of humor?"If you've been wondering the same, just look below. They make me smile, they fill my heart and they give me plenty to laugh about/at/with. Sure this summer sucked, no doubt, but look how lucky I am.Lane 2 and Mr. Lane, craziest monkeys at the zoo.Even the real </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/8022087914038782332/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=8022087914038782332" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/8022087914038782332" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/8022087914038782332" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/mjnIuqXceOA/side-by-side.html" title="Side-By-Side" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SuBJ3mIYFBk/Snw0DYPRNPI/AAAAAAAAAX0/JMTGWQNo4hM/s72-c/MyMonkeys.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/08/side-by-side.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-2386081968276796670</id><published>2009-07-30T07:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:00:24.549-05:00</updated><title type="text">Disco Inferno</title><summary type="text">I’ll understand if you need to read this slowly over several days or if it’s all just way too much and you close the browser. I can so relate to that! I started to write this the same day I published the post below so it may read as a continuation. If you are new here or just find yourself lost, catch up on The Summer of Suckage by reading the posts below.The fucking dam finally broke a little. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/2386081968276796670/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=2386081968276796670" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/2386081968276796670" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/2386081968276796670" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/OfVX_x1IeoI/disco-inferno.html" title="Disco Inferno" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/07/disco-inferno.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-7146246275515386326</id><published>2009-07-24T23:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:52:49.133-05:00</updated><title type="text">You Take the Good You Take the Bad...</title><summary type="text">The good news first, I have a job with heaps of work. The bad news is my laptop crapped out. The good news is my son is so awesome, he secretly gave his dad money to buy me a new one. The bad news is I have to pay him back eventually. The good news is, he doesn’t know what “interest” means.I’ve been collaborating with a children’s production company while all hell has been breaking loose. You </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/7146246275515386326/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=7146246275515386326" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/7146246275515386326" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/7146246275515386326" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/Wd8IVCxWEac/you-take-good-you-take-bad.html" title="You Take the Good You Take the Bad..." /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-take-good-you-take-bad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-7643577578838843850</id><published>2009-06-21T13:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:09:16.804-05:00</updated><title type="text">The Climb</title><summary type="text">What was supposed to be a fun road trip for me and my girl has turned into a trip from Hell. We left Illinois headed to Lake of the Ozarks at 6 am on May 30th. We spent one night in Missouri and were going to drive to Florida with my mother and father in-law for a family wedding. Since my father in-law wasn't feeling well and had refused to go to the doctor days before, I dragged his ass to </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/7643577578838843850/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=7643577578838843850" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/7643577578838843850" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/7643577578838843850" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/anfPcrYjRCo/climb.html" title="The Climb" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/06/climb.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-4701447497911518132</id><published>2009-05-24T09:32:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:23:52.888-05:00</updated><title type="text">Oh What a Night</title><summary type="text">We went to my grade school reunion last week. I was so genuinely happy to see so many familiar, beautiful, happy faces when I walked in I wanted to hug the fucking waiter. Ya know? It's been a week and I can't stop looking at the pictures and smiling like a giant doofus. Whatever!We walked into the bar and my mind flashed back as I saw those older but familiar faces smiling back at me. I don't </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/4701447497911518132/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=4701447497911518132" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/4701447497911518132" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/4701447497911518132" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/Tg1tHFAvnsM/oh-what-night.html" title="Oh What a Night" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SuBJ3mIYFBk/Shle-FJNBMI/AAAAAAAAAV8/JJK-hWNLHEM/s72-c/meandcheryl.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-what-night.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-3264902262367080662</id><published>2009-05-16T10:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:28:27.294-05:00</updated><title type="text">Sometimes You Wanna Go...</title><summary type="text">...where everybody knows your name and everything else! My friend Jackie invited the Lanes to her family barbeque. When we got there I was a little out of place. My old man was out of town. The kids had all ran off to join the circus or do whatever it is kids do, and I didn't know anyone else except Jackie and her old man Donny, who was incidentally already half in the bag. On second thought, he </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/3264902262367080662/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=3264902262367080662" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/3264902262367080662" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/3264902262367080662" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/64-8jqQjzrU/sometimes-you-wanna-go.html" title="Sometimes You Wanna Go..." /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-you-wanna-go.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-8193089935067510098</id><published>2009-04-27T10:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:21:55.519-05:00</updated><title type="text">He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother</title><summary type="text">Yoohoo! Is anyone home? Sorry to have worried anyone in my absence. I was off dying. No, no, it's okay. You don't have to send flowers just yet, and no, it isn't the swine flu. Just because I talk like a pig, doesn't mean jack diddly shit.I was pretty sure I was dying, anyhow. I got a lovely case of pneumonia. I'm not going to lie, it may have been the worst I've ever felt in my life. Which means</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/8193089935067510098/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=8193089935067510098" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/8193089935067510098" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/8193089935067510098" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/_izaf5Fy9Co/he-aint-heavy-hes-my-brother.html" title="He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-aint-heavy-hes-my-brother.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-5334282654789657321</id><published>2009-03-20T07:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:17:22.737-05:00</updated><title type="text">It rubs the lotion on its skin</title><summary type="text">The email subscription is now working. If you would like Home Fires to email you when I've updated, enter your email address in the box on the right sidebar. I'll have to pay more attention to what time I post. The feed emails subscribers at a certain time. If I post after the scheduled time, it waits until the next day.It had been 25 years since I'd seen my friend Sherry. I was anxious to see </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/5334282654789657321/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=5334282654789657321" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/5334282654789657321" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/5334282654789657321" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/4tMGV0BjCkA/it-rubs-lotion-on-its-skin.html" title="It rubs the lotion on its skin" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-rubs-lotion-on-its-skin.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-4827905362027940180</id><published>2009-03-19T09:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:25:20.116-05:00</updated><title type="text">If You Love Dudey...</title><summary type="text">...as much as I love doodie, vote for my friend. You don't have to register. Just click the "vote for me" thingy. This contest will give him a shot to share his comedy with the masses. You can vote once every 24 hours, please do.Thank you in advance for your cooperation. xoxo LoBigGayCasting.comP.S. You can also add this widget to your site. The more publicity the better.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/4827905362027940180/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=4827905362027940180" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/4827905362027940180" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/4827905362027940180" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/Q2H6rycvHik/if-you-love-dudey.html" title="If You Love Dudey..." /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-love-dudey.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-6223606184138145149</id><published>2009-03-15T08:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:08:51.813-05:00</updated><title type="text">And so it Goes</title><summary type="text">In the last two weeks, two of my biggest fans passed away. The first was our dear Hoss. The second was one of my old publishers who had been fighting esophageal cancer. Both had more faith in me and my writing than I ever had. My ego, along with all of my other 2,000 parts, will miss them immensely.Thank you all for the condolences in the last post. I send mine to you as well. Hoss was loved by </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/6223606184138145149/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=6223606184138145149" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/6223606184138145149" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/6223606184138145149" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/ek70pHWY1n4/and-so-it-goes.html" title="And so it Goes" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SuBJ3mIYFBk/Sb0JP1EJxSI/AAAAAAAAAVE/pOzyGZrO4VU/s72-c/3.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-so-it-goes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-8305635840559805776</id><published>2009-03-07T14:50:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:19:37.160-06:00</updated><title type="text">R.I.P. Hoss</title><summary type="text">Born: Oct. 1 and 2, 1930Died: March 7, 2009(Photo of Hoss proudly modeling the NIU sweatshirt I gave him.)It is with a heavy heart that I share this news...One of my favorite people, one of my first, oldest, nearest and dearest blog buddies, Gene Maudlin passed away today.If Frank Sinatra and the Burger King guy had a love child, it would have been Hoss. He did it his way, making his exit here </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/8305635840559805776/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=8305635840559805776" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/8305635840559805776" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/8305635840559805776" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/mS25J-3FVgE/rip-hoss.html" title="R.I.P. Hoss" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SuBJ3mIYFBk/SbLglIcptiI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Kt6nVvnLCd8/s72-c/Hoss.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/03/rip-hoss.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-5297477416197183891</id><published>2009-03-02T10:13:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:17:42.209-06:00</updated><title type="text">She's Like the Wind</title><summary type="text">By now you all know I have a screw loose in my head. Maybe that's why you keep coming back to Home Fires. Today I have a lot of random shit to talk about. Try to stay with me.I wasn't going to tell you guys this because it was pretty embarrassing, but since it has become a running joke here, I thought, why not.I was two rooms away from my old man, when I thought I heard him yell my name. Since I </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/5297477416197183891/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=5297477416197183891" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/5297477416197183891" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/5297477416197183891" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/y8RIa5w5lu8/shes-like-wind.html" title="She's Like the Wind" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuBJ3mIYFBk/SawG9qoSPgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/SHV2H8HbKjg/s72-c/Moses.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-like-wind.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-4306689711284755118</id><published>2009-02-22T17:23:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:35:47.394-06:00</updated><title type="text">Live to Tell</title><summary type="text">*You can now get an email letting you know when I've updated Home Fires, by entering your email address in the subscribe box to your right.*Last week I went to get Lane 1's car out of the impound lot. (Please see the last two posts for the back story if you are new here or have been MIA a while.) The police use a local towing company to keep cars until investigations are complete. When I got </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/4306689711284755118/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=4306689711284755118" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/4306689711284755118" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/4306689711284755118" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/1Qv9-PqRZvY/live-to-tell.html" title="Live to Tell" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/02/live-to-tell.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-5618424753184655062</id><published>2009-02-12T09:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:31:43.577-06:00</updated><title type="text">I Will Buy You A New Life</title><summary type="text">If you read the post below, you know that my son's car was totaled. The other day, we found out it wasn't the man who they said. Rather, a man with a very similar name. (First names are the same and last names are different by a couple of letters, both men are around 400 pounds, and they live in the same little neighborhood. I can see where the mix up was.) Not that one person's life is more </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/5618424753184655062/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=5618424753184655062" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/5618424753184655062" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/5618424753184655062" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/HEKX_TT8MkE/i-will-buy-you-new-life.html" title="I Will Buy You A New Life" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SuBJ3mIYFBk/SZRAmEhJiHI/AAAAAAAAATs/S_YXzpkGyrI/s72-c/ridingdirty.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-will-buy-you-new-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-8645253372236910870</id><published>2009-02-08T09:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:12:08.276-06:00</updated><title type="text">Silent Sigh</title><summary type="text">Nothing can freak a mom out as much as a phone call moments after curfew from their teenager who's crying so hard, you can't make out the words he is saying.I got that call Friday night from my son, Lane 1. Of course my heart sank and mind raced with the many horrible possibilities, as I pressed the phone harder to my ear, trying to understand what he was saying. Lane 1 never cries, so I, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/8645253372236910870/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=8645253372236910870" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/8645253372236910870" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/8645253372236910870" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/jPeI28YgiYU/silent-sigh.html" title="Silent Sigh" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuBJ3mIYFBk/SY72G2ZLAsI/AAAAAAAAATU/yesARjLsAhc/s72-c/jump.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/02/silent-sigh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-1742729737527995410</id><published>2009-02-01T14:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:39:22.772-06:00</updated><title type="text">Buffalo Stance</title><summary type="text">Well, I lied to you guys... again. Remember a year ago when I said something like, "Unless my dogs start to shit gold nuggets, I won't write about them." Total lie.Since it's Super Bowl Sunday and I can't really give a crap about football, I actually considered watching Animal Planet's Puppy Bowl, with my daughter, Lane 2. It's a great day for vegging out, so why not? Puppies are cute, and I hear</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/1742729737527995410/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=1742729737527995410" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/1742729737527995410" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/1742729737527995410" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/HlhDIrGrFEk/buffalo-stance.html" title="Buffalo Stance" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuBJ3mIYFBk/SYYECrrUGeI/AAAAAAAAATE/sB_Bhfc7XH8/s72-c/daisychicken.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/02/buffalo-stance.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9451434.post-7181946580783615058</id><published>2009-01-23T09:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:19:37.866-06:00</updated><title type="text">Shake Dat Laffy Taffy</title><summary type="text">Most people would say, "You are your own worst critic." Although that may be true in the real world, I live in the Lane Estate, therefore, my worst critics are my lovely children. I just finished up a writing gig for a stand-up comedian. While working on material, I would periodically run a joke idea by them. Do you remember Statler &amp; Waldorf, the Muppet Show critics? That would be the Lane kids.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/feeds/7181946580783615058/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9451434&amp;postID=7181946580783615058" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/7181946580783615058" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9451434/posts/default/7181946580783615058" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HomeFires/~3/bW5Wu7_YSOA/shake-dat-laffy-taffy.html" title="Shake Dat Laffy Taffy" /><author><name>No_Newz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948217674898022349</uri><email>nonewz_1972@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13259377532555517557" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuBJ3mIYFBk/SXnhv_N0gtI/AAAAAAAAASk/16rd7Qiu1dc/s72-c/IMG_0294.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nonewzhomefires.blogspot.com/2009/01/shake-dat-laffy-taffy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
