<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 05 May 2026 12:26:32 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>babies</category><category>Suzuki instruction</category><category>barf</category><category>cleaning</category><category>moving</category><category>parenting</category><category>violin</category><category>vomit</category><category>A Christmas Story</category><category>Blu-ray</category><category>Boggart</category><category>Cheerios</category><category>Chinese</category><category>DVD</category><category>Danica Patrick</category><category>HD</category><category>Harry 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suffrage</category><category>zodiac</category><title>Rage Against the Cliché</title><description>Observational humor regarding my silly, frustrating, completely ludicrous job... stay-at-home mom.</description><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-8266456915583826596</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 13:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-26T21:22:08.160-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Tooth Fairy Strikes Again</title><atom:summary type="text">
Atticus lost his first two teeth 6 months sooner than Charlie lost his. I am personally not pleased about the way it went down.

We were visiting Mark's sister in Atlanta. She has a VERY energetic 3-year-old. Now, I have three boys and I know they pack like dogs. Not often just the three of them, but throw any others in the mix and it's trouble. Any kind of nudity and the energy is times ten. We</atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2009/04/tooth-fairy-strikes-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2HSISmPlp04-UMpya8BoFpUawKZtbn6FXTzA8XQ2Elg1ke3WTY9xUP48dH0qyhF5_OrvLI1gS8u_TR2MavIz_89XM6Tey4Iq-TV8FM7IOIFOfNZQ6RPo1InvIR0Mhs3CAnnwC4g/s72-c/DSC00562.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-3414207720272464971</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 12:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-22T09:16:12.039-04:00</atom:updated><title>Surprise!  Max is Hilarious</title><atom:summary type="text">As I was reading through some of my previous posts I saw how most of my funny stories are about Atticus and Charlie because a year ago Max was not really talking intelligibly.  Well, everything has changed.  Yesterday we were driving Daddy's car and he insisted on listening to sports radio.  Thank goodness he thinks sports radio is only in Daddy's car.  I was tuning out the radio of course but </atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2009/04/surprise-max-is-hilarious.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo10mX9aA58WoAloVM4a1eO5HkQmVSmVCTRUtggWIYz11wLQTOT0uohDqOnKIYHdVcdGjMwQg4GMHdG6_-XAZTngUiqbalnTfQDcay3eYSoNu9raoZbTdX2dWGnq4wbKhcXSrF0g/s72-c/DSC00174.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-1220254351221918797</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 12:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-22T09:21:26.750-04:00</atom:updated><title>How Fast Time Goes By</title><atom:summary type="text">I cannot believe how fast time can go by - it's been a long time since I have posted anything substantial.  Other things just seem to take precedence.  I've decided to make this a little more personal - not really worrying whether or not each post is brilliant or poingnant to the general public, but rather something the boys can enjoy when they are older.</atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-fast-year-goes-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgs3WLyibDhbFRMveGSRpqxP2mYVwV-yf_DZdm0oxJNSR8xX7Rlmq9R3C5kl91RIQUpY8HlVSToQXBT3D7EbgNJcqZ8ARxl4VYAWMMAddjxGwml4od6jjtnAezQ-0a5bIQVb4rQQ/s72-c/DSC00565.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-6450867295714929811</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 13:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-27T09:51:47.749-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Boys at School</title><atom:summary type="text">Charlie has been doing great in 1st grade.  He's made his Accelerated Reader goal every quarter and his reading has really come along.  He is also obsessed with geography.  it started with the globe in the classroom.  Then Mrs. Helenthal said "You have to get this kid a globe."  He had been sitting in his room studying the tiny globe he has.  He even got out the "Dinosaurs" book that has a small </atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2009/03/boys-at-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-7364739357157490265</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-28T13:00:01.040-04:00</atom:updated><title>Fairy, Fairy Quite Contrary</title><atom:summary type="text">A friend of mine's son lost a tooth the second day of school, and Charlie did too. What’s with the start of school and teeth falling out? Charlie lost one the second day of school this year, and lost his first two last year the second week of school.Anyway, we couldn't remember what the Tooth Fairy gave him for the other two teeth, being that it was a year a ago. I am pretty sure we got him a toy</atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/08/fairy-fairy-quite-contrary.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwih5GXa30W9_o2a5oq2m42Nfgbl4do6NsEWgHNrbbf2YNZk3U-ExZX4cON2ff_zQS1xPzjY9n2WHHR3e5O1iZchO6Fs_-RvOnX-HZWpSnwgGR3QuZH6P6-nnqbulHHiMLx3LySg/s72-c/the-tooth-fairy.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-2433719999999879454</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 13:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-19T13:31:39.032-04:00</atom:updated><title>My World is a Different World</title><atom:summary type="text">I think there are some weird children's books out there. I apologize to the huge fan base, but I think many of them are by Dr. Suess. There is also *Curious George by H.A. Rey. I could go on about the cruelty of snagging a monky from Africa ("The man picked him up quickly and popped him into a bag.") Then there is "After a good meal and a good pipe George felt very tired." Nice. In addition, I am</atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-world-is-different-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpVv4FiYQfYKDqns81SC6JW4RqfB14Rk41hKynNmdA6mKPHIH3uX-fZiIL-9K23O-Qe8xGbLi7K42Pfz9kAxIqaRDR189Ei6WgO4tCQBOkqLluQfkt204aUm_U7T2zCLz12rHP_g/s72-c/MyWorld.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-2323944683943289247</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2008 13:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-31T09:34:46.719-04:00</atom:updated><title>Crazy Is As Crazy Does</title><atom:summary type="text">I was driving on the way home from the grocery store, and came upon a woman walking her dog down the middle of the street. Not a cul-de-sac, or even a suburban road, but a street where a car passes every thirty seconds or so. So she's walking her dog down the middle of the street, over a bridge, mind you, and stops when I come by such that I have to go into the oncoming lane to go around her. As </atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/05/crazy-is-as-crazy-does.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-6630285050346756364</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 18:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-16T15:16:49.254-04:00</atom:updated><title>Contemporary Feminism</title><atom:summary type="text">I just read an article by David Von Drehle from the May 24 issue of Time Magazine.  Yes, I know, I know, I am a little behind, my reading material has consisted lately of Dr. Seuss, Margaret Wise Brown and books illustrated beautifully by Eric Carle. Anyway, I had bought the magazine because of the article regarding the future of the Democratic Party, but by the time I read the article two more </atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/05/contemporary-feminism.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-8302629268367922319</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 21:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-14T17:16:19.220-04:00</atom:updated><title>Pretty in Pink</title><atom:summary type="text">Watch out, Atelier Versace, you have met your new competition. The newcomer to the red carpet... Charlie Colucy.</atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/05/pretty-in-pink.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfyVAcWzfJLQZoJSEL4MJgq4D6-1VmFUdksnlfXw14eiCoyqxG_b_6K2Pb_Ub3H8bnuFY5qgBKpdvrf5HifxxB50a9Me3Fln2kSsWmSLWHzjizYbM7-8R1TK9rKqcl3hi0WhpobA/s72-c/charlie-gown.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-8784342306660458212</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 12:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-12T11:29:22.669-04:00</atom:updated><title>Mother's Day: A Grumpy Morning and a Tornado Warning</title><atom:summary type="text">For Mother's Day all I wanted, like most of my friends, was a cup of coffee and a newspaper without kids bugging me about whether they were going to watch Curious George or Oswald or who had the Optimus Prime toy first.I got downstairs first because the four stooges were still in the office wrapping my gift and screaming at each other. Four soon became three when Max came downstairs, laid down on</atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-grumpy-morning-and-tornado.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVPe9-cdGpGCJYqer1ItDt2Hab1ZPgaKC1V-nxFY_ae-OEl5xXxt1u8KcdxOWddaiugg2t9G-8vbja9kBPcUwr4GL9Fjb3r2fqYUFCyAHhhciFafpCtYAyJyb4Ry139wZLIxOWRg/s72-c/Happy%2520Mothers%2520Day.EZ2319" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-6708208368608009798</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-02T11:56:00.556-04:00</atom:updated><title>Copyright Infringement</title><atom:summary type="text">Recently one of my posts was copied into another blog, without permission, and with the most malicious intent. If you are interested at all, Blogger has a very strict policy in support of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act. Be sure to tip your waiter and waitresses. Thank you and good night.</atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/05/copyright-infringement.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-4117106140773738473</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 23:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-02T11:45:57.260-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cried</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Danica Patrick</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Indy Car Racing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sports</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">superbow</category><title>There's No Crying In Auto Racing</title><atom:summary type="text">As I am sure a lot of you know, Danica Patrick won the Japan 300 on Sunday. This is huge. More than huge. She is the first woman ever to beat men in a man's sport. Surely some women can beat some men at tennis, golf or volleyball. But she beat men in a sport, in which before her, only men participated. In 2005, when she appeared on the racing scene, as a celebrity figure she was immediately </atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/04/danica-lie-when-she-cried.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcABnLSwJ8jIJ-26NkKZBhrf1J9-c9bCj92bKBhst6xlqZKSKzptlRGUUuY4ncr1hXtayq7E9fcRc0N7ySnasUTCGWtgL198KO1lTd6qU_n1yyHCFRCKuO88lUWY4Swwosdk2Vhg/s72-c/danicapatrick.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-3096753073218239581</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 00:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-07T21:10:31.248-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">back up blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogger</category><title>I'm Backing Up</title><atom:summary type="text">"I'm backing uuuupp." That was Atticus's first full sentance.Backing up my PC has become an obsession of mine to the extent that my external hard drive gets full every month or so. I am just paranoid about losing anything. That's because last summer my hard drive crashed. Like Thelma and Louise into the Grand Canyon. I lost everything: email, files and every photo ever taken of my children with a</atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-backing-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-723913851662562584</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 18:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-08T12:39:27.173-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">balding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blondes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gray hair</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">grey hair</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hair color</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hair loss</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">male pattern baldness</category><title>A Dapper Dan Man</title><atom:summary type="text">We were sitting in church Sunday before Mass and Mark leaned over. "I am really lucky to have hair. Look..." I looked around, he was right. Most men were bald or balding. To abate this you have implants, toupees, the comb-over, and the latest trend: shaving the whole thing to leave the true status to the imagination. "You are lucky," I replied. He has a full head of dark hair."Thank you Lord for </atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/04/dapper-dan-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhedFiQZPBlfRe7Sr56zdXRBR58ARsMSXcbALCupmH7l9OEDCtLgOPmACwiaue1xSp6ZSgRPTzmWdK1iqMaSSRIYmGaN5sb4T-0AE6E-ZNLokZeQvT26bJkFSHcclB9VLFabUP9aA/s72-c/oBrother2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-2984863374148330570</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 12:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-07T11:50:59.953-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Needs of the Few</title><atom:summary type="text">You know when you get into a television show, find a new perfect eyeshadow color, or even a pair of jeans that fits just right? What happens? It gets discontinued. Well, that has happened to me, but with an airline. My favorite airline, Skybus, is dead. In researching for this story I am totally impressed with Wikipedia for having already updated their definition. Skybus was a small, low-cost </atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/04/needs-of-few.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimhMsTiHHfOm6O-OseKTMmiAunXJ75xi3IRNUGTQZqwB38nSAH9O4qekwOz-WHPoK5h-vGz2HBxO1UTgCEtOqfpM5dNRRIY5FZW1IWJdpLqDLIlWfzziBXgFFWUtqlEhttdfiaOA/s72-c/ht_skybus_070521_ms.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-7548197633194121380</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 14:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-03T11:03:52.824-04:00</atom:updated><title>Wimpy, Dainty, It's All the Same</title><atom:summary type="text">My husband called me from the car yesterday and said he had something to tell me. I was running out the door, so I told him to call back between meetings. When we finally hooked up he said, "Do you concede that Obama is the frontrunner?""Yes," I replied sadly, "yes.""Well, I you should think hard before you vote for him.""Why?" I replied in monotone, thinking he was going to mock me about some </atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/04/wimpy-dainty-its-all-same.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGKT133m20gK9DmJbY1afllSvvS0amP8LI0ToeNGck5HN3wi-ebBlWaVi8Ifmavw4S6LhnrpSY0SRJXNigcdxo9YSHiu0M_kw5bZvkZe89SK_GZGu686FoDRM-AdLv4bWDoAbtQQ/s72-c/bowling+obama.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-4749002703972725986</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 13:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-03T10:12:02.119-04:00</atom:updated><title>Diary of a Wednesday</title><atom:summary type="text">Disclaimer:I am committed to not be what I call a "journal blogger." A lot of people post for the purposes of keeping a daily record of the events in their life. That's fine. I appreciate that, but I personally don't have the time to sift through all of their "Took my dog to the vet..." to find a particularly funny or poingnant tale. Having said that I think the run-down of my day yesterday might</atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/04/diary-of-wednesday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8E-mz49BklumjmfuJ0X3ogmWoPatj988SfC3WCNfaeWSfqXOEXQBc-TZ1iOqGcBuDXvXziKiEKDXg61vw-Okb3rO1VMPPpkQ5wpAOh0E5KmYZ-3ZvM0pND07Bfp1l7LkQcXtBHg/s72-c/calendar.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-3796072791634979650</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 12:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-02T11:49:34.838-04:00</atom:updated><title>Fwd:</title><atom:summary type="text">Forwards. Everyone hates them. The new statement is "I don't usually forward, but this is particularly [insert adjective]." The thing that I hate most is when people I haven't talked to or seen in years suddenly send me a forward. The bright side, I guess, that I am still in their address book. On the other hand, one friend sends about four a day. I have this image of her checking her email and </atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/03/fwd.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-6143690987745527361</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 17:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-17T14:37:53.651-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">brain tumor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gynecologist</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mammogram</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nancy Leigh DeMoss</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">oxygen mask</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Proverbs 31</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Revive Our Hearts</category><title>And Your Seats Are in the Upright and Locked Position</title><atom:summary type="text">Last summer I got to know the wife of Charlie’s t-ball coach, as we sat together twice a week for six weeks. I discovered Lauren to be a very patient, attentive mom. Not that I let my kids run wild, but I believe that unless they are a danger to themselves or others, my kids should be able to experience life in any way they want. During one evening game Atticus enjoyed playing in the soft, dusty </atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-your-seats-are-in-upright-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-4253025057285436003</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 20:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-11T16:49:23.086-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bacteria</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">e-coli</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">handbags</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pseudomonas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">purses</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">salmonella</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">staphylococcus aurous</category><title>The Truth About Handbags</title><atom:summary type="text">This one has been going around the Internet, but I thought I'd post it here since it has really gotten me to change the way I do things...HANDBAGS...I never gave it a thought. Who would have thought? Have you ever noticed women who sit their handbags on public toilet floors - then go directly to their dining tables and set it on the table? Happens a lot. It's not always the 'restaurant food' that</atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/03/truth-about-handbags.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhEoiab0RVgO2YdDMX9vPaTvCYJJ-KYI49BANavr-7R-IHabyRP4ySDaEfQC6-UUOmz3pfdWXaGiWehb_-HmPyz9w-pfMN_De_FFr6bbRhqBbIwridFp-qf5y1-11gvc0q7HVmQ/s72-c/L823814handbag.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-5203971046981646728</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 12:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-11T12:36:25.707-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">astrology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birthdays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chinese</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">forgetting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">horoscope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lent</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">snowstorm</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">zodiac</category><title>Crappy Birthday To Me</title><atom:summary type="text">I hate my birthday. It has nothing to do with getting older. I turned 39 this year, and I do not fear 40. I am smarter and healthier than I was at age 30. No, it has to do with the day itself.The birthday celebration has a really interesting history. The celebration itself is steeped in superstition, as things often are in most beliefs of ancient man. According to the placemat at many Chinese </atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/03/crappy-birthday-to-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHVWxaXvUNEIw_FPeMmmwwY4bZ1inymJKuuv3i4eMahSyJwjPtUPpXsW49bgKUMqwjgfJKp8GMuxD7yDd5LO4P0KSFalzjcDJkL-5JZu0M4S4nhVJOaHvCtA6-CStrv085IIunAw/s72-c/griffafemug.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-6795337400701484265</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2008 20:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-11T16:49:59.280-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jack Johnson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recyle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reduse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reuse</category><title>Reduce, Reuse, Recycle</title><atom:summary type="text">Today I grabbed a tissue from the box and to my surprise it had a big green bugger on it. I guess some one has been taking Jack Johnson too seriously:"If you're going to the market to buy some juiceYou've got to bring your own bags and you learn to reduce your wasteAnd if your brother or your sister's got some cool clothesYou could try them on before you buy some more of thoseReuse, we've got to </atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/03/reduce-reuse-recycle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-5863859770956546395</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2008 18:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-11T16:50:33.264-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crucifix</category><title>Big Boo-boo</title><atom:summary type="text">One time my husband's brother's family was visiting. They are not Catholic, nor practice any religion as far as I know. I caught my nephew in an unguarded moment staring at a crucifix on the wall that was at about eye level. After a moment I heard him whisper to himself "Ouch."</atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-boo-boo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisebUbj_rgCdQ4kMHxP7Fd9UwdvKqNKlH93ZnG5_0YeFIP7-hwryX8xA_HUg3JgPoDkczfGPBjid_ZtW2uCKKg5iinFmDhB3KPhZKnrBR4azPtYMktk1byNsrGmOa4dxLVbwbEgw/s72-c/images.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-5846033832791245346</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 17:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-11T16:51:45.733-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bad breath</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cough</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pneumonia</category><title>Everyone's a Critic</title><atom:summary type="text">Charlie, my oldest (age 6) has pneumonia. The coughing is so bad at night he has been barfing. Poor baby, we have been letting him sleep with us. We gave him cough medicine and he climbed into our bed between us.I said "Don't worry, honey, your cough will go away soon" to which he replied "I hope your breath goes away soon."The next night he wanted to sleep on the other side of Daddy. Coincidence</atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/02/everyones-critic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644435.post-5388307356774744548</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 21:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-19T09:24:49.091-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Judge Cristina</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Judge Joe Brown</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Judge Judy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Judge Mathis</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Moms</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Slimquick</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Weight Loss</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">YouTube</category><title>Shrinking Boobs</title><atom:summary type="text">My guilty pleasure is courtroom shows. I watch Judge Judy, Judge Cristina, Judge Joe Brown, and my favorite, Judge Mathis in the basement while I fold laundry. I will never forget watching one of these shows when I first started staying home and one of the defendants was Aquanetti Jones. I swear.Anyway, the commercials during these shows are focused toward the demographic the advertisers assume </atom:summary><link>http://rage-against-the-cliche.blogspot.com/2008/02/shrinking-boobs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cyn)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>