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<?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl" type="text/xsl" media="screen"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css" type="text/css" media="screen"?><rss xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><title>One Good Thing</title><link>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/</link><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 12:52:39 -0500</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">925</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><description></description><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:explicit>yes</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/OneGoodThing" type="application/rss+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><item><title>The God Delusion.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/291093430/god-delusion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 12:52:40 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-5647553236201496627</guid><description>

This is a shiny, shiny book.

I know it looks gray here, but if you actually hold the book in your hand, you will see that it has the reflective property of unwrinkled aluminum foil. If you're walking around outside with it, I recommend you hold it topside-down, or you'll find yourself temporarily blinded when the sun bounces off it right into your eyes. Dawkins says in the book that he is sure</description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-delusion.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>She's Onto Me.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/289167294/shes-onto-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 23:09:11 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-6248795625040088428</guid><description>My mother: "...well, I have to admit - and I don't want to see this on the internet, do you hear me? - in fact, I'm going to whisper so your father doesn't hear, either..."

And you know what sucks? IT WAS REALLY FUNNY.

Why? Why won't she let me exploit her?

Instead I have to settle for telling you about the phone call of the day at work. 

One of my coworkers called a customer to book a </description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/shes-onto-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Three Short Stories.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/285022261/three-short-stories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 08:00:53 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-2376763485907559420</guid><description>1.) When I went to pick up Christopher from school yesterday, one of his classmates had colored over every visible part of his flesh with a black ballpoint pen. Tonight at dinner I asked Christopher what was up with that. 

"He was being Black Spiderman," he said.

Where his teacher was during this game, I cannot say.

2.) Today at work I got a phone call from a woman who was furious with us. Her</description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/three-short-stories.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Greatest Day Ever.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/284358513/greatest-day-ever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 17:34:37 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-4051443267840966196</guid><description>1.) We got a surprise check in the mail for $200.

2.) The kids were good.

And

3.) When I was making dinner, I heard the sound of water trickling from somewhere, very possible the bathroom. My teeth immediately began to grind together, because the last time I heard that noise the entire ceiling collapsed. Now it was starting again. What was worse, we'd just gotten home and nobody had been in </description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/greatest-day-ever.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Here's What An Unhinged Rant from Me Looks Like.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/282902385/heres-what-unhinged-rant-from-me-looks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 14:34:29 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-5139369433764886376</guid><description>I don't do the unhinged rant very often. Well, I mean, I do, but it's mostly Steve that has to hear it. This isn't an unhinged rant-y kind of place. 

But when I was deleting some files, I found this outpouring of frustration that I wrote in reaction to the suggestion that feminists should work to dismantle the public school system. I am of the opinion that the public school system, although </description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-what-unhinged-rant-from-me-looks.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Smoove C.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/280960077/smoove-c.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 13:27:21 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-8286652686846732995</guid><description>Christopher is a completely typical five-year-old in that he believes without question all the bullshit praise his adoring mother heaps on him with nauseating frequency. All his life he has heard how handsome he is, and how smart, how funny, how talented. The thousandth time he scrawls his name across a piece of paper is fawned over as much as it was the first time. Consequently, he fully expects</description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/smoove-c.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Emailbag: Montessori Rejects Unite!</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/278045933/emailbag-montessori-rejects-unite.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 22:46:59 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-3947123575109382860</guid><description>About two years ago I got an email from a woman who read about Alex getting expelled from the local Montessori school, wondering if there was some sort of club we could form. It seems we have a new member. In this installment of the Emailbag, yet another mother has started along the obstacle course that is parenting a special needs child. The email is longish, so I'll just jump in when the mood </description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/emailbag-montessori-rejects-unite.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Big Machine's Gift Message of the Week.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/274347127/big-machines-gift-message-of-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 19:28:35 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-4947682760544757471</guid><description>Can't wait to mount you
on this sofa baby.

Love, 

Daddy.</description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-machines-gift-message-of-week.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Why Is It Against the Law to Staple Things to Children So They Don't Lose Them?</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/273556604/why-is-it-against-law-to-staple-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2008 09:13:42 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-9096612178249705661</guid><description>Because the world is anti-mother, that's why.

Last Tuesday I was horribly late for work. I'm not late very often, which is a true testament to my gift for yelling at my kids, because, as I have said before and will say again, one of them is a world class ass-dragger. On Wednesday, Alex was late for school because he decided to lock himself in the bathroom for 20 minutes right before we left the </description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-is-it-against-law-to-staple-things.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>So Unappreciated in One's Own Lifetime.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/269549676/so-unappreciated-in-ones-own-lifetime.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 12:38:17 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-6425723237263240831</guid><description>Alex just came back from Spring Break about ten days ago, and his school evidently decided that the poor things must be exhausted from all that staying at home, so they gave them last Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday off, too. Which means that I got Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday off as well, because there is no affordable last minute childcare. Glass ceiling? What glass ceiling? Fortunately, the</description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-unappreciated-in-ones-own-lifetime.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>From My Mother, To You.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/267017559/from-my-mother-to-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2008 08:18:03 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-4378787728203504202</guid><description>Mayonnaise Cake

Bake at 350° for 30 minutes.

3 C unsifted flour
1½ C sugar
1 1/3 C cocoa
2¼ t baking powder
1¼ t baking soda
1½ C mayo
1½ C water
1½ t vanilla

1. Grease and flour two layer cake pans

2. Sift together dry ingredients

3. Stir in mayonnaise

4. Stir in water and vanilla until smooth.

5. Pour into pans.

My mother says this is called the "poor man's rich cake."

You're welcome!</description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-my-mother-to-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>What You Have to Spew and Spread Is Extremely Dangerous.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/265234018/what-you-have-to-spew-and-spread-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2008 15:26:28 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-7678886647135076312</guid><description>

The most common refrain among atheist parents that I hear is something along the lines of, "We tell them what we believe, and what other people believe, and tell them they can read any religious books they like, and make up their own minds."

This is what I told my kids, Steve and I not being particularly invested in religious beliefs, but I'm here to tell you this way of teaching is nice and </description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-you-have-to-spew-and-spread-is.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>When Stereotypes Come to Life.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/264848163/when-stereotypes-come-to-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2008 20:56:56 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-6071768107410901227</guid><description>

I don’t know when the conversation began to turn – I know I didn’t do it – but somehow I ended up on the losing end of a hilarious conversation with some of my African-American coworkers about how much white people love mayonnaise. They had fine time discussing every white coworker they’d ever seen eat lunch, and evidently, we really pile it on.

“I saw Becky eating a sandwich last week, and it</description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-stereotypes-come-to-life.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Big Machine's Gift Message of the Week.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/261693350/big-machines-gift-message-of-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 22:15:27 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-5875387132784240290</guid><description>To my loving husband,

This is where you'll be sleeping.

Love,

Sugarbun.


It was for a sofa.</description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-machines-gift-message-of-week.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Daring Book For Girls.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/261033598/daring-book-for-girls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 22:26:27 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-5052890077476227058</guid><description>

Unlike The Dangerous Book for Boys, the predecessor to Miriam Peskowitz and Andrea Buchanan’s Daring Book for Girls, I have no guinea pigs at home to work with. I have absolutely no evidence to bring to the table about actual girls enjoying this book. I, however, along with several of my coworkers, enjoyed making the cootie catchers quite a bit. Making the little paper fortune teller blasted me</description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/daring-book-for-girls.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Discussion Question (Worth 25 Points Toward Your Final Grade.)</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/258722760/discussion-question-worth-25-points.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 23:29:42 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-790728698073890924</guid><description>Over at Pandagon, Pam received a letter from a reader asking for advice regarding a recent situation at her synagogue that made her uncomfortable. It was during Purim, which, in case you aren't familiar with this holiday, is a pretty silly celebration, with booze and costumes and noisemakers, and kids tend to get a little nutty during services, and everybody generally has a good time. As you can </description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/discussion-question-worth-25-points.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Happy Easter.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/256502531/happy-easter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 07:36:48 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-6066722670180624219</guid><description></description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Emailbag: Kids and Internet Porn Edition.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/253899860/emailbag-kids-and-internet-porn-edition.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 17:44:24 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-4446722735188631658</guid><description>In today's installment, a mother has busted her teen doing research on the Internet for subjects more interesting that what she was assigned in social studies.
 
__________________________

My 14 year old daughter - who's very mature for her age in some ways: extremely intelligent and has a very strong emotional intelligence, as well - has been looking at porn on the internet, and I really, </description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/emailbag-kids-and-internet-porn-edition.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>All Eyez On Me.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/252774805/all-eyez-on-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 23:15:46 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-2757855436139420284</guid><description>
Christopher came up to me while I had my head stuck in the freezer, and began making a list for me, as he is wont to do, of all the kids in his class who are his friends. This list shifts constantly, depending on who was being cool that week and who decided to be a real asshole. Next week, the cool become assholes and the assholes become cool, and back again.

I was verbally humoring him, as I </description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-eyez-on-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Argh!</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/250515470/argh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 22:23:06 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-5441907878184941940</guid><description>Steve is in Houston this week. Again. I've been solo flying since Sunday, which leaves me exactly zero energy widgets to do anything but lie in front of the TV after the kids (finally! For god's sake, how long does it take?) go to sleep.

While I've been away, I've watched a lot of movies from Netflix and soaked up a lot of HBO on demand.

I'm going to go pass out on the sofa again in front of No</description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/argh.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Random Movie Review: The King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/246875914/random-movie-review-king-of-kong.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 08:06:50 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-2644787488437951085</guid><description>
I've been wanting to write a review about this documentary about competitive gaming for a couple of weeks, but I've also been reluctant to do so, because I get more than enough complaints from writers who take issue with what I've written about their books over at Books Are Pretty.* The last thing I need is a bunch of angry gamers stomping over here to tell me how they've been misrepresented.** </description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-movie-review-king-of-kong.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Dear Me: I Love You. Love, Me.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/245890496/dear-me-i-love-you-love-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 22:04:33 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-7824504293517193520</guid><description>My job at Big Machine is to process the online orders that come in. I don't pull the items, wrap them, or ship them, but I do take your money and tell you when you're going to be getting your stuff. I also get to examine your order thoroughly, looking at all the information you've included when you placed it.

One of the things we enjoy best is reading your gift messages. Most of them, about 90% </description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/dear-me-i-love-you-love-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Longest Week.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/244156704/longest-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 22:08:31 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-300797002139304659</guid><description>Look at these little faces:


Are they cute, or what? Almost too cute to believe they almost put me into an early grave this week. Steve is in Houston on a business trip, and before he left he wanted me to put a post up telling the world that, after FIVE MONTHS, he thinks he has fixed the problems with the store and it is now working again. However, I have already gotten an email from someone who</description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/longest-week.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>O Knave! Wherefore Dost Thou Glower and Growl?</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/237950046/after-work-on-saturday-i-went-by-trader.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 21:54:29 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-6101406822948578926</guid><description>After work on Saturday I went by Trader Joe’s to buy more vitamins. I’ve never been in the habit of taking them, but a couple of months ago, one of my coworkers, who is about 25 years older than me, was talking about what a difference they made in how she feels, and I thought, well, that’s my future, so I should probably listen. Turns out she was right. I’ve gotten two colds since I started </description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/after-work-on-saturday-i-went-by-trader.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Hallentine's Day.</title><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OneGoodThing/~3/236295740/hallentines-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (flea)</author><pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 19:58:27 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390775.post-6161738091363066124</guid><description>When did Valentine's Day turn into Halloween?



I mean, look at that ye-Godly haul the kids pulled in. This is loot collected from parents, grandparents, and a total of three Valentine's Day parties. I spent the better part of an hour this week signing approximately 90 valentines for classmates and kids in Alex's after school program at the YMCA, and thought I was going for the Gold medal in the</description><feedburner:origLink>http://buggydoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/hallentines-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><media:rating>adult</media:rating></channel></rss>
