<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377254429117722812</id><updated>2024-11-01T03:38:00.578-07:00</updated><category term="Friends"/><category term="Kids"/><title type='text'>Lifes Crazy Sauce</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is crazy...My life is no exception! I have an Exeptional family and Exceptional friends!! Now my life is INSANE!! and this is why...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifescrazysauce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6377254429117722812/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifescrazysauce.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>crazysauce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220484278212242335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377254429117722812.post-5008818965974659077</id><published>2011-12-01T08:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T08:43:15.631-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends"/><title type='text'>Want to have babies?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
I received a wonderful little text on my phone from one of my friends the other day. It went a little like this.&lt;/div&gt;
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FRIEND: You want to make babies with me tonight?&lt;/div&gt;
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ME: Well as much as I love ya I have had a hysterectomy to stop that little problem from happening for me and you might want to resend this message to your husband....LMAO&lt;/div&gt;
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FRIEND: Oh I am so sorry&amp;nbsp;I am so embarrassed &lt;/div&gt;
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ME: I am laughing my butt off and I know what you will be doing tonight &quot;Wink Wink&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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FRIEND: I know I just hope I am not thinking about this text&lt;/div&gt;
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ME: Yeah cuz then you would need to name the baby Pauleen LOL &lt;/div&gt;
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She is so awesome makes me laugh I wonder if we have a baby on the way? HeHe&lt;/div&gt;
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So who hasn&#39;t locked the door to get some alone time with our hubby&#39;s? Well last night it back fired for me!! aaahhh!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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I remember when you needed a good old fashioned ice pick to get a door lock open...not anymore. My son decided to come knocking on the door right in the middle of my&amp;nbsp;ME time. As i screamed GO away, I hear &quot; You know what I can do with my helicopter blades mom?&#39; ...and open pops my door!!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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My son is scared for life!! I&amp;nbsp;start screaming,&amp;nbsp;&quot;GET OUT, SHUT THE DOOR!!&quot; He lookes at us like what is your two&#39;s problem, &quot;I need to talk to you mom.&quot; I don&#39;t care SHUT THE DOOR!!&quot; He looks at the door like oh&amp;nbsp;is this&amp;nbsp;your prolem let me shut it for you, and then walks back in. &lt;/div&gt;
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Finally I said &quot;What do you want?&quot; He tells me which I still can&#39;t remember what he wanted I am still mortified!! I said, &quot;Fine get out.&quot; We are now left alone FINALLY! &lt;/div&gt;
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These are the moments when kids look back and say eeewwww!!! Right now I am saying &quot;Why me?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6377254429117722812/posts/default/3800707471803854315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6377254429117722812/posts/default/3800707471803854315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifescrazysauce.blogspot.com/2011/11/lock-picking.html' title='Lock Picking'/><author><name>crazysauce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03220484278212242335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>