<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2025 08:01:13 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Dance</category><category>Dance Mom</category><category>New Year 2009</category><category>wine</category><title>Ms. Wanda </title><description>Somewhere over the 40th Rainbow...</description><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-2129008579144381379</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Apr 2013 21:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-01T17:20:51.695-04:00</atom:updated><title>I lost my Aunt!</title><atom:summary type="text">

I have lost my Aunt!&amp;nbsp; She left me about 4 months ago and I don&#39;t think she will ever come back!&amp;nbsp; Now I feel empty, alone, lost and I actually cry all the time without her in my life.&amp;nbsp; I thought I hated her but, now I miss her all the time! I realize after all these years I liked her she was my friend, my Aunt and I could count on her; she was honest.&amp;nbsp; A few times in my life </atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2013/04/i-lost-my-aunt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfpt9veRVefdDSDVV7JMHdxgZVd8QNGgWpL_IQmA_9vsmyXIdcf8eBl9-u29t0cBVs3YRWG7-hcNZauo8SluQV99msEA5TQxcLDAYKhkc22hytM6rDyLEAQd1gX7N9kOVBa6V6tvFyHn0/s72-c/aunt-flow.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-1249492693877653627</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Mar 2013 21:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-12T17:28:55.630-04:00</atom:updated><title>Fitness Post: The Maria Factor</title><atom:summary type="text">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;
 
  
 
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</atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2013/03/fitness-post-maria-factor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqokxzed2Aa16x25UtpwBdtSRf0moqP-iN4DaAOtSZUUPgo-taHhk0fPhYEE7bdb1B2f_b6b1Ds15NKVijMEBZXcJtphelaX3aeXqjSpAHCRd2SON6tftIwJCsK2o3ksyDljmsDcKK69s/s72-c/72207_553983424629920_966271413_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-4625159884126972859</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2012 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-08T13:00:42.306-04:00</atom:updated><title>Picking a GYN...</title><atom:summary type="text">Picking a new GYN is a bit daunting.&amp;nbsp; There are many things to consider, credentials, location, male, female, etc,.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In my search recently to find someone new I realized that finding a GYN is more like finding someone you want to personally share your vagina&#39;s secrets with; it&#39;s a relationship with no love!!!&amp;nbsp;

Seriously, I have to decide on who I want to look at while they </atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2012/10/picking-gyn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-7819470227648852496</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2012 16:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-27T12:02:47.536-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sick is as Sick does...</title><atom:summary type="text">Yesterday, seemed easier then today right?&amp;nbsp; 
I do not like getting sick and for lack of a better word, it sucks!&amp;nbsp; The problem now is as I get older I seem to be getting&amp;nbsp;weird ailments&amp;nbsp;I have never had before, think it&#39;s in the air?

What&#39;s&amp;nbsp;worse is because of the web&amp;nbsp;we can now self diagnose ourselves!&amp;nbsp; Problem&amp;nbsp;with that is the answers will cause you to </atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2012/09/sick-is-as-sick-does.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKWVSTHXjeWEqWdxG62gAml_1g8ViW73fr5bwNB-1-aCqmGdez_L1EL0_hkP6K3_1vLTG5EA-88m7z4OkJaMfmUvAM64UZQaV-09ijbmOU8XZeLeGQPVoBG5hsQ02QkS01tcpxsj3T7Fc/s72-c/imagesCAEVE7UO.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-7828513330117707571</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Sep 2012 21:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-16T17:19:39.130-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Climb!</title><atom:summary type="text">Something strange happened to me Tuesday, I went outside.....
I&#39;m sure you all are saying and?&amp;nbsp; Let me explain.&amp;nbsp; I am a gym rat as many of you know but, I have that burger issue thing going on, so the gym and I need to reevaluate our relationship.&amp;nbsp; Wait, it&#39;s not the gym&#39;s fault I&#39;m stuck inside,&amp;nbsp;it&#39;s mine!&amp;nbsp; I decided that whatever I&#39;ve been doing for the last 14years is </atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-climb-something-strange-happened-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUHfvd8ezBTuZKVfbi4cHgzI6zrrJS9KE9IzHlKPszfW2iTlEiW6tiQW3QjUCO2q9TgVp5UPmSQ4pPVoX91KZCFffC_VVLOzrmBL-oasJcdBsUP9dcDEdz0h_Tlk9D1C7-EORUV1s_Wo/s72-c/imagesCAUA0I7C.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-3683477335568159034</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2012 00:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-07T20:38:18.883-04:00</atom:updated><title>Got it, Did it, Want it...</title><atom:summary type="text">There were many things I wanted to do in life and for the most part, if I wanted it bad enough I found a way to get it:

I couldn&#39;t sing at all but, I wanted a record deal so I learned how..... got it 


I wanted to meet my soul mate, get married before I had kids...... did that


I wanted to be that stay at home mom, cook every night and look fabulous.....


DID MOST OF THAT however, I thought </atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2012/09/got-it-did-it-want-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqlJFgaB1bSTQr5v7YbhOSfCjbgX_OONmYd5XSX14b_NtnhyphenhyphenDq8p82yVcMnMjy0Am5FuPH4TOogjxdNtzzQ3qV8YlgG6W41kbUxCy6N0iL_z2ugoQP7U4QwdjXH11usTjp1ocOOFfMnDw/s72-c/maryna-vogue-2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-3643753542069106061</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Sep 2012 23:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-02T19:28:57.537-04:00</atom:updated><title>Imagination is not lost!</title><atom:summary type="text">I have come to realize that my children are missing out on some really great books! Every year they are given a list of books to read (I&#39;m not saying that they are bad) but, some of the stories seem (to me) in some ways to miss the very core of what makes a book,&amp;nbsp;captivating and scrumptious!&amp;nbsp; It also occurred to me, (God forgive me for what I&#39;m about to say) that the movies they watch </atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2012/09/imagination-is-not-lost.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0qISaxd4XIET_BC4EjmXwmbMNZ20vBsU9rbascpOu9AB2rfA5s-wCQ0XvqA-bJeWrXueC6IauKWIuN-nayf8IgTXUUMGxlGUbROxDs093Lyf5m8ekHSu8hpQzScDXvdxiMu66QP0Ep1I/s72-c/190px-Mockingbirdfirst.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-6564540375802212600</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2012 21:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-03T14:22:34.804-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Burger People!</title><atom:summary type="text">Today I had an epiphany!&amp;nbsp; I realized that I am one of&amp;nbsp; The Burger People!&amp;nbsp; Let me explain...
Many eons ago when hubby and I trained in the gym (6 days a week, 6 meals a day) we used to laugh at those people that seemingly worked out hardcore all the time but, looked like they religiously hung out at Burger King!&amp;nbsp; Year after year you&#39;d see them sweating it out in the gym </atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-burger-people.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBSjbr8KMni3fhWaEaQWFulO7k9BO6V9ncmPd4D3A1sib7xsWR5lnxHObUzxvC8lz8S0aCIzhlKiqE8lpW-NzlHZMKjBzOUmVrBPTdNkdAttmlMu6JkDS4i0pNvogs2k-XLmcBNp4nhw/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-8455528577675944051</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jul 2012 23:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-08-29T17:21:30.440-04:00</atom:updated><title>A Recap!</title><atom:summary type="text">I am a Dance Mom, a Baseball Mom and a Science Mom!&amp;nbsp; I think to myself (why don&#39;t I have a reality show?)&amp;nbsp; Years, ago when I attended my first dance competition, I said WOW this would make an excellent reality show!&amp;nbsp; Then somehow someone must have reached into my head and stole my thoughts because, damn Dance Moms is huge!&amp;nbsp; Lot&#39;s of&amp;nbsp; things have happened since October </atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2012/07/a-recap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrq-CzfBAVBbT3bckM3iRU60-MeaMP1lCOsFN6h0a4PKsNHY47mkQDEVRjRtezKMkgGUtOZx1Vo7Qu1qdXpDsWWdxO7a1TBt6KRO_Jsi-qHCIB2HPn3iIIeDNdanTpims55nGdX6dubM0/s72-c/car.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-900110053417412443</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2011 01:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-19T09:14:28.904-04:00</atom:updated><title>Forks over Knives: My review</title><atom:summary type="text">



My mother 4 months before she died holding my daughter 










My mother died of Ovarian Cancer after she battled with it for 2 years.&amp;nbsp;With in&amp;nbsp;those  two years we dealt with it head on!&amp;nbsp; We began submerging&amp;nbsp;ourselves with every book on Cancer you could find.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We discovered a vast amount of information concerning  the disease, unfortunately it was just to&amp;nbsp;</atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2011/10/forks-over-knives-my-review.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwHC3DaGPrdW5m9ZPdfjjbD-LdvyZcvwrjDvd2Ufas-bTh2Pd3jLTPksmmAMP6uqWgHDXjdSuQePBbQ3A83pr5P2twfGnlf3YJtVdYLw5uXuDadmb3uF9Ppekfek6FgOBsPnR5aR4bIQE/s72-c/mom.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-7027062845117005158</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2011 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-21T00:00:07.269-04:00</atom:updated><title>Publix is Creepy!</title><atom:summary type="text">I grew up in the NJ and NY area my whole life, it&#39;s safe to say that we are a bit direct, loud and we like our information spoken to us quickly.&amp;nbsp; We are really not that outwardly friendly but, we&#39;re good with you and will be your best friend if you can battle us in an  argument!  
I got to tell you that Publix is a bit creepy, it&#39;s got a hint of Stepford Wife it&#39;s a bit unreal, and it </atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2011/08/publix-is-creepy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgLbzV4su23dhHxZkJRyUIghzDo9A09FeJSQ8YKwNWu3dtmmN33ziRAJa_lnJGXcdkpbESqvTvhU2NqGHv9AlnKa8sE_lySUPiQd_sdYrvPMvgX7yoLQ6pK8UqjwKFsNSIWB-0D9EJU8/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-8793309897522182368</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2011 23:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-21T19:06:10.690-04:00</atom:updated><title>College Now!</title><atom:summary type="text">I decided to ask those kids of mine what college would they like to attend and my oldest said, “I don’t know, what’s to eat?”&amp;nbsp; My daughter said I just want to dance, I said, “where?”&amp;nbsp; She said where all the dancers go, (she’s such a pretty girl)&amp;nbsp;  My middle child Cameron said, “I want to go to Brown!”&amp;nbsp; I was mesmerized because you know he is only 11!&amp;nbsp; I asked him what did</atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2011/08/college-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyjMnFALhUcLAWybzmaYVu0jwcNCaLe3UHV0dtPy77l_PBYYPS57KwsjqcWA8JIxxwK6hyphenhyphen9vJTUA2UbdAEB8yExTbAR9JuTM2MShBf1X3225wtMi2hfmv_c8PuEyghvwG5h-lDUn0yn_Q/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-4436884054825183247</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2011 19:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-21T17:41:48.090-04:00</atom:updated><title>Windows Writer!</title><atom:summary type="text">Wow, I know I’m old but gosh!&amp;nbsp; I have had Windows 7 for awhile now and never really understood what this operating system is capable of, Dah Ms. Wanda!&amp;nbsp; Windows Writer is a dream come true!&amp;nbsp; 
Sooo, anywho down here in Georgia summer is over and my kids are back in school Halleluyur!!!&amp;nbsp; It’s funny how fast time passes by, I was just talking Public vs Private and that was 2 </atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2011/08/windows-writer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4LyVwZ3yX-Bkv7tiNyhYpqYECZScUjvtrejVh7PJsBJWx7E-z8bpr6nkOrdHWnn41S_gY_etGvb-by2HueOHkdqG5oLJs1EWwdrbOt2WPsXr0RB2dEIGVRPC12jz4hHiUyhdDcbTbqMw/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-7301526434751954762</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2011 15:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-21T17:44:22.872-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wine</category><title>The Wine Whisper!</title><atom:summary type="text">
Since I have been on a fitness kick I have&amp;nbsp;decided to leave the wine alone:(&amp;nbsp; So as I was trying to buy my weekly groceries this past Friday&amp;nbsp;this isle called my name......Ms. Wanda!&amp;nbsp; 



The wine whisper said to me, (for some reason with a British accent):&amp;nbsp; &quot;Ms. Wanda don&#39;t leave&amp;nbsp;us here on these dirty dusty shelves!
 I have lot&#39;s of family to choose from, you can </atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2011/07/wine-whisper.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Mr9LiFqBo1hTXBYNP_QxqXMqz8HYYbvWWcAQEB1maf7TpqM6mPkCArWNjoReV4uy-baSQl5qA7uJlSSh7FrtsXXtdW7k1ZELohSrMtnwxneH5UZ58hcE08GS4G01Z5c18BeYRRH068g/s72-c/wine.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-8734046330223142577</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2011 13:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-14T09:35:22.974-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dance Mom</category><title>Dance Moms: Love this Show!</title><atom:summary type="text">I consider myself a 6 year somewhat seasoned Dance Mom veteran at the Dance Factory of Georgia, right?&amp;nbsp; Ya&#39;ll know my Dance Mom dedication (read The Dance Competition) right?&amp;nbsp; When I first started in the mysterious sub-culture of the Dance world, my first thought was wow these moms would make a great reality show!&amp;nbsp; Then last night I get a text from one of my fellow Dance Moms (DMs)</atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2011/07/dance-moms-love-this-show.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCG8n-Sew4xLCKT2sdRMyXlL6Bn3WP1kOGvD8y9Iv4BXzfZz7JqW25teAR3SQrb6Z-lq4Ia9nEWJUM2XLQpxXRGHGMt7TYBJUQOZvoSC2LLJ5Uj8bDIev_1QpRHQ2lgLQ-LcUfmjJy7Q4/s72-c/dance_moms_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-3877443570949081636</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2011 22:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-12T18:03:34.970-04:00</atom:updated><title>I&#39;m Back:)</title><atom:summary type="text">Hello All:) I have been on a little Blogger Hiatus.&amp;nbsp; Currently, I&#39;m doing a little summer cleaning an what not:)&amp;nbsp; Please be patient with me, there seems to be a lot of changes here on blogger and I&#39;m working on my own changes as well!


xoxox
Ms.Wanda</atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-8543626043368823346</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Nov 2010 13:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-12T17:56:37.565-04:00</atom:updated><title>Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow!</title><atom:summary type="text">Yesterday, My sister was born on November 20th 196_
Today, I celebrate her birthday
Tomorrow, I will hopefully be buying her depends:)

She does not want to publicly tell her age, but, she doesn&#39;t blog soooooo:)&amp;nbsp; Being the little sister I am I&#39;m gonna tell it sort of.&amp;nbsp; To be alive today at any age is a miracle in it self right?&amp;nbsp;I&#39;m going to do a little trivia about the year she was</atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2010/11/yesterday-today-and-tomorrow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDo2vLbpTSoMnUb-_PxcrmJYaTNfcRr5dzlf8_q7BT4pvxXWOSIcumYZcmg0qPBQvA0BrbVZ7p4HcxkXxM-9sfOH8pLIbUM_Wbe7SPLAQ8HHGaz9TIRwpBT2CQGXkUvBASarnSIvDi-A/s72-c/1st+grade.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-5683852366245280731</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Oct 2010 11:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-28T21:43:11.360-04:00</atom:updated><title>Halloween Cupcakes!</title><atom:summary type="text">Writer&#39;s Workshop #4&amp;nbsp; Show us something you’ve created for Halloween, anything  qualifies…costumes, recipes, crafts, party invites, treats, decorations  etc..

First of all I didn&#39;t make these OK, so that&#39;s my disclaimer:)&amp;nbsp; I thought they looked amazing!&amp;nbsp; One of the baseball moms on my sons team made these wonderful little cupcakes! Me being the artist I think I am (smile) I had to</atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2010/10/writers-workshop-4-show-us-something.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNXfke0jTIOzKjQONhIgikPQGscuVfUgkWxCG17fnmxF1Rzo8zPWA5Wn7c-G5zhl-L2XGiRdawD-q14yUvLC49bnL7Lkbc_SQIcT8FjSsZemuuNoXKKtKrGHv2tP3OMBegv_O1uEG5Tt8/s72-c/cupcakes.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-3617033041952204439</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2010 21:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-28T21:39:40.393-04:00</atom:updated><title>Men can&#39;t scream!</title><atom:summary type="text">One day our children will grow up right?&amp;nbsp; We want them to be self sufficient right?&amp;nbsp; We want our boys to man up and not scream when mommy screams every time she sees a bug, lizard, frog, or a dead thing out back in the yard right?&amp;nbsp; Well, I have come to realize that since I have know control over my emotional outbursts and I&#39;m passing my screaming behavior onto my boys, I gotta stop</atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2010/10/men-cant-scream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixRHctsLXNDOIvzqr_iZ9v-0qDzyaXaOKp-0gadhEh1vPe80j57wnY8CzwvYmROtZytbwkayLr1vaTi38H5XOjv-Q1f-b0NOgDEkniwNV0-xbMIVuiPGzTZOjVQBETQ_I_FguD9oJLlyg/s72-c/bug.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-5462268439158274977</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Sep 2010 13:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-28T21:40:55.774-04:00</atom:updated><title>Writer&#39;s Workshop: Diet and the Counselor</title><atom:summary type="text">Normally when I do Mama&#39;s Losin&#39; It&#39;s Thursday&#39;s writer workshop I choose one topic but, this week I picked my favorite 2!

1.&amp;nbsp; Describe the worst diet you put yourself on.

Atkins by far the worst diet for me ever.&amp;nbsp; I lost like 21lbs in less than 4 weeks eating a ton of fat and no carbs and as soon as I tried to implement the phase when you add a slice of bread, I ate the whole damn </atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2010/09/writers-workshop-diet-and-counselor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1OUYswbNMZevZHoVgvyKEy0v8QjVeGJmvXfgJlwVU1j8LhZzak13UsBb3gujHGns6KDgpiUSvl8GuhCQUP-c-ALQ63gKQ1XQlBgd0qsbLsIaUIeBQSS546h_J3qARZY0j_f2xJNwoc1g/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-488865478043142727</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Sep 2010 13:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-19T06:27:46.525-04:00</atom:updated><title>Cotton Fields!</title><atom:summary type="text">You know I saw Roots growing up, we sat around the one TV in our house and all week we watched that mini-series.&amp;nbsp; It had know large impact on me as a kid, when it was over my friends and I even goofed about it; we called each other Kizzie!
I don&#39;t believe they really depicted the vastness of the Cotton Fields on Roots.&amp;nbsp; So when Hubby sent me photo&#39;s of those beautiful soft white 100% </atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2010/09/cotton-fields.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUlX5mALQzqbJfwPkF04A2uyQdxXEZV-56K9sZ0_iqJ8ALlpGpgUvGZ2JNzEEEHx-5MzJJp6DLCw06ZRpu1HhrhTMjCsBU-4ivRItYx3RK-vb7B516D2dGzWS_KTbENvi9e5xgpr0nxM8/s72-c/IMG00063-20100919-0824.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-958710099580154745</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Sep 2010 22:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-19T06:26:14.393-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Basket Building!</title><atom:summary type="text">
Now that Hubby has hung up his hammer for some long hauling wheels, he sends me the most amazing photo&#39;s whilst on the road!&amp;nbsp; Here is a Basket Building somewhere near Newark, Ohio!!!


</atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2010/09/basket-building.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYVNugVj8Su45PbdN5tAd9X1NqOaLQDj_UmCLKLnTrqKilSmX1QFszZzoIebgCoqyZ8ExpkV0TjPJa4C7YhW0kxF53E04VwEiQZbGmJhKrLqO0h7RTpRNJwIHuPjX7SDvbIznnqJPXm1M/s72-c/basket+building.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-1710802771212399516</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 20:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-12T20:01:26.228-04:00</atom:updated><title>A Black Mormon?</title><atom:summary type="text">Now speaking of Color, while tired as crap happily driving to the gym the other day, on my quest for a better body, I was completely awestruck, dumbfounded, and just simply stupefied by an unusual vision on top of a basic black bike speeding down the street to somewhere (Wow I felt like Rod Serling right there)!&amp;nbsp; I was on my cell (totally legal in GA) talking to my girlfriend, with a </atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2010/08/black-mormon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07RujMqUozzmuCCYuZLb9x2MqFoPmaOW8TiCL_fluLrD619XnBOjBpzf221OUBA5OmS_FWVJBV0ULFgJESMpP5FBzxmgKA9e97NJvPh809w_e8Sdvqs5sL8QVMd24aKgv5LqLFgXCwgs/s72-c/IMG00133-20100817-0901.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-2614214085814924395</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2010 15:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-12T20:02:52.969-04:00</atom:updated><title>Color Madness!!!</title><atom:summary type="text">I don&#39;t do politics, I&#39;m not an activist and I don&#39;t talk about things that stir up the pot!&amp;nbsp; Until recently life has been pretty much easy peasy, until my 10 year old daughter made a negative comment about light skinned girls at the mall and my subway sandwich stumbled out of my mouth when my jaw dropped to the ground! WTH!!!


I wasn&#39;t really listening to her until some girl sat near us </atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2010/08/color-madness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy4G7PyGHedMK4iaqGKbIRCZ2ArP4nZntCEJgn1VV96I1vJGwzlz021dld98cc1Qs89w4Nt_YLpgp4R8ba44laEa-GH8BWRc_DYjpDQkciE45PUwuCBl87nghlXk6_mzgGzgdtrx09BbY/s72-c/Summer+2010+007.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242422243506091897.post-8272993297059612189</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Aug 2010 11:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-12T20:04:18.835-04:00</atom:updated><title>They don&#39;t need me!</title><atom:summary type="text">I realized recently that my little chickens are really growing up! They used to love my playful antics, my dancing and my singing.&amp;nbsp; Now I think they love me but, I&#39;m not allowed to do any of those things because it embarrasses them?&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t they know who I am! I&#39;m mommy, I&#39;m fun and witty and old&amp;nbsp; 40ish! Why can&#39;t they stay little, a little longer?
They just don&#39;t need me as you can</atom:summary><link>http://wandawrites.blogspot.com/2010/08/they-dont-need-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Wanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZQasUEN-oKI0QAf9U5KbqxhuyvZOcahh4D7IPoVWf2j-KCa1nu8fJu-w9GQ0rpwexRDgliJymE8f2bCm24Mno2r0fRHpReaR3sbKnAqq8-JGpVkfOfFtDylwNOSVfjQtcwiLBGWB8bTI/s72-c/cam.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item></channel></rss>