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on the food guide" /><category term="motherloving" /><category term="nobody loves me" /><category term="too crustacean for me" /><category term="static electricity" /><category term="Google Buzz" /><category term="pet-friendly hotel" /><category term="you pay more for ugly?" /><category term="fishnet" /><category term="finding new coping strategies" /><category term="The Americans are seething with jealousy" /><category term="don't talk to strangers" /><category term="I am a freak" /><category term="Air Canada Vacations" /><category term="cute" /><category term="Heirlooms Bridal Shoppe" /><category term="cyclists terrify me" /><category term="GI pain" /><category term="Should have agreed to company" /><category term="I'm gonna regret this tomorrow" /><category term="having a house for sale sucks balls" /><category term="Canadian" /><category term="I can't believe people read about my dog's poo" /><category term="what have we gotten ourselves into" /><category term="colonics" 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term="some days should be bed-bound" /><category term="bubbles in my mouth" /><category term="i hate cleaning" /><category term="wedding diva" /><category term="Feyoncé™" /><category term="i have to pee" /><category term="I love carry-on" /><category term="mutant" /><category term="Ninja Bananas" /><category term="your thoughts" /><category term="niece" /><category term="f_ck yeah" /><category term="Superbowl" /><category term="awkward" /><category term="no fly list for smuggling yogurt domestically" /><category term="the new trend" /><category term="snaggies" /><category term="tell me I am not the only person who feels this way?" /><category term="low self confidence" /><category term="nephew" /><category term="I used to be healthy" /><category term="copycat" /><category term="blogger drafts" /><category term="Vincent Price" /><category term="I need to avoid spas" /><category term="Eva Longoria Parker" /><category term="self-control" /><category term="Quokka" /><category term="mmm dinner time" /><category term="you get to see my bras" /><category term="Catalina Island Boat Tour" /><category term="no this isn't about me" /><category term="I'm engaged" /><category term="dangerous video games" /><category term="what Hypervigilance is like" /><category term="Michael Jackson" /><category term="ohmygawdilostatoe" /><category term="Enrique Iglesias" /><category term="Sleeping in airports" /><category term="Murphy" /><category term="loudspeaker etiquette" /><category term="allie is awesome. blog ettiquette" /><category term="illness" /><category term="you know it would have turned on by itself" /><category term="walmart shame" /><category term="ABBA" /><category term="Coke" /><category term="push ups make me tired" /><category term="Fred Flintstone" /><category term="Did you miss me" /><category term="shouldn't you be fighting crime?" /><category term="LCBO faces bankruptcy" /><category term="First trimester of pregnancy" /><category term="Seriously?? Really? 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Reeeally?... Seriously?</title><subtitle type="html">The crazy shizz in my mind. There may be some cursing; you may want to shield your eyes.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>267</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously" /><feedburner:info uri="seriouslyreeeallyseriously" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>SeriouslyReeeallySeriously</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MFQHg-eCp7ImA9WhFTGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-2561615785440037177</id><published>2013-06-09T16:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2013-06-09T16:23:31.650-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-06-09T16:23:31.650-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="easy-clean tile" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my dogs=smarter than they look" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="water breaking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="labour story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pre-term labour" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="who is the calm one" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="you don't get pictures for this post because I'm lazy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="labour &amp; delivery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="36 weeks" /><title>My Labour Story: Part One... No, I didn't pee myself, thanks.</title><summary type="html">
I had been feeling overly sleepy all day. Had meant to Skype with a friend from Ontario, and ended up falling asleep in a chair a few times. I had finally cleaned up the miscellaneous items and boxes that were at the side of my bed since our move in February, and it took all the energy I had. I was 36 weeks pregnant that Friday. Babies are considered full term from 37 to 40 weeks.

I ended up &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/KGQklOXlYw0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/2561615785440037177/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/06/my-labour-story-part-one-no-i-didnt-pee.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/2561615785440037177?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/2561615785440037177?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/KGQklOXlYw0/my-labour-story-part-one-no-i-didnt-pee.html" title="My Labour Story: Part One... No, I didn't pee myself, thanks." /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/06/my-labour-story-part-one-no-i-didnt-pee.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYFR3w-eip7ImA9WhFTEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-7417215820957572809</id><published>2013-06-03T02:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-06-03T02:15:16.252-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-06-03T02:15:16.252-04:00</app:edited><title>I Birthed, Yo.</title><summary type="html">
I have about 3.4 seconds to write this post, but wanted to update y'all.

I gave birth to a beautiful, wonderful, snuggly, amazing little girl in the wee hours of May 26, which was 4 weeks early.

It was a terrifying, painful, amazing thing. I will post a shizz ton of detail in the future, but wanted to sum that up now.

She shall be called "Baby D" from here on in.

I look forward to sleep &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/vZsViM50cr0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/7417215820957572809/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/06/i-birthed-yo.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/7417215820957572809?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/7417215820957572809?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/vZsViM50cr0/i-birthed-yo.html" title="I Birthed, Yo." /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/06/i-birthed-yo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YBRH4zeCp7ImA9WhBUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-3386355847781042806</id><published>2013-05-02T16:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-02T16:05:55.080-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-02T16:05:55.080-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="home ownership sort of sucks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="furnaces are very expensive" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my VISA has run off to hide in the freezer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="babies are expensive" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="money money money" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I need a nap" /><title>Cracking, Breaking, Broken.</title><summary type="html">
For once, I am not referring to myself.

WHOA. I know.

I've been sucking fairly heartily at posting on the regular... and I'm guessing I will get no better. That being said, I've been trying to do things in real life, outside of the internet, once more.

It's a mad, mad world, I tell ya.

Running errands, buying stuff for the house, trying to unpack and organize, and trying to do extreme sports&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/is2LEEDmwPA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/3386355847781042806/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/05/cracking-breaking-broken.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/3386355847781042806?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/3386355847781042806?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/is2LEEDmwPA/cracking-breaking-broken.html" title="Cracking, Breaking, Broken." /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/05/cracking-breaking-broken.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UGRngyeyp7ImA9WhBUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-3698207492990236603</id><published>2013-04-24T18:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-02T16:07:07.693-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-02T16:07:07.693-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strawberries bigger than my dog's head" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I am a freak" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drool" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="genetically modified fruit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monstrous produce" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fisting but not really" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strawberries" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I need new material" /><title>Fisting: Now with more strawberry!</title><summary type="html">
We've all seen it at one point or another.

Don't try to deny it.

Sitting, or standing, watching in awe. That something SO LARGE could fit into such a small opening.

It's astounding. It can be revolting, but it's mostly a marvel.

I feel embarassed to admit it, but this time, after I saw it, I was actually drawn to it. I was nearly salivating because I wanted it so badly.

It was huge and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/fKyZYLiD_TI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/3698207492990236603/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/04/fisting-now-with-more-strawberry.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/3698207492990236603?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/3698207492990236603?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/fKyZYLiD_TI/fisting-now-with-more-strawberry.html" title="Fisting: Now with more strawberry!" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcZbnKBwO4I/UXhfa6S29fI/AAAAAAAADYs/BamC7k2N29s/s72-c/fistful+of+strawberry.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/04/fisting-now-with-more-strawberry.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcDSHk5fyp7ImA9WhBWFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-8639950328241207045</id><published>2013-04-11T03:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-11T12:01:19.727-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-11T12:01:19.727-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stock photography is utterly atrocious" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="how depression can save you money" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="money saving tips" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depressed" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="but I just washed it... 5 days ago" /><title>Ways Depression Can Save *YOU* Money! 1st Edition</title><summary type="html">
[Quick edit: I am making light of something fairly dark here, but I am talking about the apathetic kind of depression... if you are in danger, crisis, you need help, or you need to talk to someone, please go HERE for Canadian support, or click HERE for options in the USA.] 

You know, tears, sadness, hopelessness and helplessness aside, depression can provide some upsides.

It's just really hard&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/W6s0WhaicCc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/8639950328241207045/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/04/ways-depression-can-save-you-money-1st.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/8639950328241207045?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/8639950328241207045?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/W6s0WhaicCc/ways-depression-can-save-you-money-1st.html" title="Ways Depression Can Save *YOU* Money! 1st Edition" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iq2Tv9-nmpg/UWZoR8GZ-uI/AAAAAAAADYA/-uq7Jn1WWf0/s72-c/How+depression+can+save+you+money.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/04/ways-depression-can-save-you-money-1st.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEEQ3Y_cSp7ImA9WhBXGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-905974357829924920</id><published>2013-04-02T04:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-02T04:50:02.849-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-02T04:50:02.849-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="what happened to my ass" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this list is actually pretty mild but I have family reading this" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="things no one told me about pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy hurts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baboon asses" /><title>Things No One Told Me About Pregnancy</title><summary type="html">
I feel like all the mothers out there secretly snicker to themselves when they see one of us "newbies" coming along. Some mothers aren't even secretive about it, but I can identify the smirk that falls upon their mouths when I share that I am pregnant for the first time.

I KNEW it would be uncomfortable.
I KNEW it would be hard.

But I THOUGHT it would be glowy, and maybe a teensy bit softly &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/l7jGVpzWMU0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/905974357829924920/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/04/things-no-one-told-me-about-pregnancy.html#comment-form" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/905974357829924920?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/905974357829924920?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/l7jGVpzWMU0/things-no-one-told-me-about-pregnancy.html" title="Things No One Told Me About Pregnancy" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-STjXw9NPyYQ/UVqX2zpEdDI/AAAAAAAADXY/wjjZIGw3AC0/s72-c/drippy+pee+in+pregnancy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/04/things-no-one-told-me-about-pregnancy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ADR3cyfip7ImA9WhBXE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-8533737289164026628</id><published>2013-03-26T16:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-26T16:29:36.996-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-26T16:29:36.996-04:00</app:edited><title>Angry Meter Maid is Angry...</title><summary type="html">
Bwahahaha, someone posted this on Facebook and I had to share it.

I've used old tickets on a whim and a prayer when totally out of change before... and once I turned an old ticket upside down (I got busted for that one and got a $45 ticket). But this... THIS IS BRILLIANCE, and worth the ticket:




How much time you willing to spend, hmmmmmmm?




I want to be a troll  when  if I grow up.



__&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/IBaCLJDHXXM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/8533737289164026628/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/03/angry-meter-maid-is-angry.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/8533737289164026628?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/8533737289164026628?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/IBaCLJDHXXM/angry-meter-maid-is-angry.html" title="Angry Meter Maid is Angry..." /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HGmJ7SB5ysg/UVIE19T8FuI/AAAAAAAADXI/iRZqAHWYUZ8/s72-c/bwahahaha+meter+maid+is+angry.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/03/angry-meter-maid-is-angry.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YERnY8fip7ImA9WhBQEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-4981317073294274420</id><published>2013-03-12T05:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-12T05:38:27.876-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-12T05:38:27.876-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="technology is scary when you are stupid" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hubs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="does anyone read these tags" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Everyone should be proud that I avoided injury this time" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="you know it would have turned on by itself" /><title>Sh*t My Husband Says</title><summary type="html">
No word of a lie.

Today, I missed catching the garbage truck. My hubs always collects and puts out the garbage and recycling (sometimes I assist), but I got up later than planned and couldn't throw out my moldy, rotted flowers in with the trash.

So I improvised.

We have this high-falutin' food chewer-and-spitter-upper in the sink in our new place. It's called an InSinkErator, or garburator, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/GWr74-f7jBw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/4981317073294274420/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/03/sht-my-husband-says.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/4981317073294274420?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/4981317073294274420?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/GWr74-f7jBw/sht-my-husband-says.html" title="Sh*t My Husband Says" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aT3SDnJXcAs/UT72xqwLETI/AAAAAAAADW4/g1tccD3HrEY/s72-c/Stephanie%27s+garburator+insinkerator.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/03/sht-my-husband-says.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cGQno_cCp7ImA9WhBRFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-7386649188592202510</id><published>2013-03-07T00:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-07T00:43:43.448-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-07T00:43:43.448-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I am seriously this paranoid" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I am not making fun of being crazy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horrible shower design" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="who wants to flaunt that shit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="some architects are just douchy" /><title>Tinfoil Security AKA Batsh*t Crazy</title><summary type="html">
I don't know if I have ever mentioned it, but I am educated in architecture. I took architectural history courses, but still couldn't tell you the difference between the Pantheon and the Parthenon. Shit like that comes in handy when playing trivia board games. Or, at least I assume it does, but I didn't retain the knowledge either way.

I always wanted to be in something construction related. My&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/9uPSbmCgFEU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/7386649188592202510/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/03/tinfoil-security-aka-batsht-crazy.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/7386649188592202510?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/7386649188592202510?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/9uPSbmCgFEU/tinfoil-security-aka-batsht-crazy.html" title="Tinfoil Security AKA Batsh*t Crazy" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1lpu0XY03T0/UTgmJQXdP7I/AAAAAAAADWo/_wBOXdcw8Bg/s72-c/Stupid+shower+design.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/03/tinfoil-security-aka-batsht-crazy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQFRXg9fSp7ImA9WhBSGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-8421750526298666740</id><published>2013-02-27T05:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-27T05:18:34.665-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-27T05:18:34.665-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moving is shitty in general" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ice cream is my new love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm tired" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="furniture moving is bullshit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="why do I have so many canker sores" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Canucks keep losing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dammit" /><title>I Moved, I Saw, I Have Not Yet Conquered...</title><summary type="html">
I have been utterly absorbed in my move.

Life has revolved around packing tape, cardboard boxes, lost utility knives, and furniture assembly.

Throw in a little falling-down-the-stairs action and chasing-the-dog-up-slippery-rocks-while-too-pregnant action, and you've got yourself my existence since the start of February.

I had sort of felt invigorated and ready to write lots again after you &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/PLtam_3wbnE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/8421750526298666740/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/02/i-moved-i-saw-i-have-not-yet-conquered.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/8421750526298666740?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/8421750526298666740?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/PLtam_3wbnE/i-moved-i-saw-i-have-not-yet-conquered.html" title="I Moved, I Saw, I Have Not Yet Conquered..." /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/02/i-moved-i-saw-i-have-not-yet-conquered.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEGQXo4cCp7ImA9WhBTEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-5733153562331290125</id><published>2013-02-05T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-05T15:37:00.438-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-05T15:37:00.438-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my milkshake drives all the boys from the yard" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food whore" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="severe constipation can't stop me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vanilla milkshakes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mmmm mashed potatoes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="second trimester" /><title>Defcon Level Food Whore</title><summary type="html">
I had been trying to deny it for some time.

I hadn't looked my situation on, straight in the face.

Unless said face had mashed potatoes dripping from its chin. Or maybe some milkshake. OR BOTH.

For years, as many of you already know, I've struggled with horrific nausea. I can't eat wheat without rotten consequences and Guinness-book world record level bloating. Dairy sometimes hits the "undo"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/d2SzLxJZRH0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/5733153562331290125/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/02/defcon-level-food-whore.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/5733153562331290125?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/5733153562331290125?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/d2SzLxJZRH0/defcon-level-food-whore.html" title="Defcon Level Food Whore" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oONallbVh88/UQjevfgh0HI/AAAAAAAADUw/WaSQ5hQBM1w/s72-c/pregnant+and+hungry.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/02/defcon-level-food-whore.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8GQ3Y5fSp7ImA9WhNaFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-549406959728503442</id><published>2013-01-30T04:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-30T04:23:42.825-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-30T04:23:42.825-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cute" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tell me this doesn't make you smile" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I had to share this" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quokka" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I think I bruised my spine" /><title>Random Adorableness</title><summary type="html">
I was reading Hollywood Gossip the other day, and I actually may have squealed.

Very loudly.

Very, very loudly.



"Oh. HAI."   (Image Via The Hollywood Gossip)



This thing is called a Quokka according to the article, and it looks totally Photoshopped.

It was just so damn cute, I had to share it. It actually looks like it is smiling.

The cute little buggers are considered "vulnerable" and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/FQG5b2_AFAw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/549406959728503442/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/01/random-adorableness.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/549406959728503442?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/549406959728503442?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/FQG5b2_AFAw/random-adorableness.html" title="Random Adorableness" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8eSLLLLVS8/UQX2be36ayI/AAAAAAAADT0/gQ4yrsM0ChI/s72-c/The+most+adorable+quokka+ever.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/01/random-adorableness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUHR3k4fCp7ImA9WhNaE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-856231268798176438</id><published>2013-01-27T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-27T17:37:16.734-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-27T17:37:16.734-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lost my touch" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="who is out there still?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="why are babies so snot-filled?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gluten is delicious" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="absentee blogger" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this baby controls everything" /><title>Lost: My Touch</title><summary type="html">
So I've been thinking about what the hell to write about on here for the past few weeks.

I remember back in the day, being selfishly disappointed when a favourite blogger announced they were knocked up and were either:
A) Starting a new, separate mommy blog;
B) Starting a new, separate mommy blog while poorly and sporadically updating their wonderful/funny/expletive-laden current blog;
C) &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/3lph4NcHkKQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/856231268798176438/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/01/lost-my-touch.html#comment-form" title="17 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/856231268798176438?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/856231268798176438?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/3lph4NcHkKQ/lost-my-touch.html" title="Lost: My Touch" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><thr:total>17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/01/lost-my-touch.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEFRHYyfSp7ImA9WhNbF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-7688575984879742230</id><published>2013-01-20T22:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-20T22:06:55.895-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-20T22:06:55.895-05:00</app:edited><title>Walnut Pelvis</title><summary type="html">
Is it just me, or do cracked walnuts look eerily like the human pelvis/pelvic bone?

Seriously.




Apparently a sideways pelvis at that.


Once the connection was made in my mind, it somehow felt wrong crunching and chewing it up. 

What's that? It IS just me? Okay, fine then.


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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/KlLzQ_GkpwE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/7688575984879742230/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/01/walnut-pelvis.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/7688575984879742230?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/7688575984879742230?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/KlLzQ_GkpwE/walnut-pelvis.html" title="Walnut Pelvis" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57Kf0WSMj0A/UPywVlvfflI/AAAAAAAADTE/yktAM5fIkNU/s72-c/walnut+looks+like+a+pelvis.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/01/walnut-pelvis.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4CQns8eyp7ImA9WhNUGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-846929592176796563</id><published>2013-01-11T01:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-11T02:06:03.573-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-11T02:06:03.573-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexy time" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sensitive breasts in pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="surviving first trimester" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="survival tips" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="raw eggs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nausea" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="leopard-print slippers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hot flashes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="revolting food pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="First trimester of pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vomit" /><title>First Trimester Survival Guide &amp; Tips: Crazy Style</title><summary type="html">
A few tips on your first pregnancy  semester  trimester, from a  terrified, uncertain, sickly  seasoned  pregnant  crazy  lady:

[NOTE: First photo is slightly NSFW] 


Get used to resting. That full flight of stairs? HAHAHAHA. That apple you were going to slice? Think again. All your human power will be sent to fuel your fetus.
Brace yourself for insomnia. Especially if you go through &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/Nx7Oi-Kpyb8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/846929592176796563/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/01/first-trimester-survival-guide-tips.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/846929592176796563?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/846929592176796563?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/Nx7Oi-Kpyb8/first-trimester-survival-guide-tips.html" title="First Trimester Survival Guide &amp; Tips: Crazy Style" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-381BDkL0FQ8/UO-qfI93EII/AAAAAAAADRk/nCWYNP3GRnA/s72-c/breast+tenderness+in+first+trimester+of+pregnancy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/01/first-trimester-survival-guide-tips.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMHQnw7fSp7ImA9WhNUGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-3496774501238854407</id><published>2013-01-04T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-11T01:40:33.205-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-11T01:40:33.205-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="no one told me about this" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="a long lost friend" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BC Liquor sales down" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="not enough wine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="far too much whine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Skinny girl sangria review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LCBO faces bankruptcy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="finding new coping strategies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="liquor sales" /><title>LCBO and BC Liquor Facing Bankruptcy</title><summary type="html">
Sales have deteriorated at an alarming pace, most notably the first week of October 2012, onward.

Analysts have surmised that the healthy lifestyle of BC may be to blame, whereas others pontificate that bootleg liquor and moonshine may be affecting legal sales.

The reality?

I stopped drinking in October because I'm knocked up.

Phew!

Feels good to get that out there.

At least now I know &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/MPacGNW2jAk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/3496774501238854407/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/01/lcbo-and-bc-liquor-facing-bankruptcy.html#comment-form" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/3496774501238854407?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/3496774501238854407?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/MPacGNW2jAk/lcbo-and-bc-liquor-facing-bankruptcy.html" title="LCBO and BC Liquor Facing Bankruptcy" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9PrIZX35YQ/UOdtypII1iI/AAAAAAAADQw/M-ILEb83yIk/s72-c/LCBO+faces+bankruptcy,+BC+Liquor+sales+drop+significantly.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2013/01/lcbo-and-bc-liquor-facing-bankruptcy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEFQ3w5fip7ImA9WhNVFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-6760613552007774567</id><published>2012-12-27T16:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-27T16:10:12.226-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-27T16:10:12.226-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ella" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="who can resist a cat turd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mmmm" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my blogging is so low brow" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Schultz" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dogs and chocolate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drooling is sexy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dane drool" /><title>Delicious Drool</title><summary type="html">
This happened about 10 minutes ago.

Pretty gross, and I haven't even been able to eat yet today. Thanks, dogs.


Gross: My great dane, Schultz, just shook his head heartily from across the room. A big, long goobery drool flew off and landed on my hubs' laptop lid.

Grosser: I realized all the dog spit cloths are in the dryer, so I looked at it for a second, but didn't wipe it up. The kleenex &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/BhK8kbP88Ik" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/6760613552007774567/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2012/12/delicious-drool.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/6760613552007774567?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/6760613552007774567?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/BhK8kbP88Ik/delicious-drool.html" title="Delicious Drool" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2012/12/delicious-drool.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UFSH88eip7ImA9WhNVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-4571262873304153820</id><published>2012-12-23T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-23T14:33:39.172-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-23T14:33:39.172-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loudspeaker etiquette" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Air Canada" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poor passenger Fu" /><title>Air Canada and Passenger Fu</title><summary type="html">
Recently heard on the loudspeaker, while waiting to board Air Canada Flight 033 departing Toronto, Ontario, bound for Vancouver, BC:

"Paging passenger Fu."

*silence*

"Air Canada paging passenger Fu... passenger Fu..."

*pause*

"EFF YOU"

*I laugh heartily out loud, and the speaker system flicks off*

'Tis the season and all.

_______________
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Go ahead.

I can feel you judging me from there already.

I can practically hear you snickering at the assertion I'm making in the title of this post.

But it's true.

I really did leave the house and go to the 2012 Vancouver Christmas Market. I know, I realize it's shocking.

It required me to both change out of my pajamas AND brush my teeth in the same hour. It was utterly exhausting.

But &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/G7H5wncF2XU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/4485131610438454598/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2012/12/elvis-vancouver-christmas-market-2012.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/4485131610438454598?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/4485131610438454598?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/G7H5wncF2XU/elvis-vancouver-christmas-market-2012.html" title="Elvis &amp; The Vancouver Christmas Market 2012" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L0CgldxIWqA/UMWE1YaVbuI/AAAAAAAADPM/S4BIpeIajRk/s72-c/Elvis+sings+Christmas+songs+-+Elvis%27+Christmas+Album.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2012/12/elvis-vancouver-christmas-market-2012.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4FSXgzeCp7ImA9WhNXEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-8899888470405550881</id><published>2012-11-28T17:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-11-28T17:48:38.680-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-28T17:48:38.680-05:00</app:edited><title>$400 off a kitchen appliance? Me, break nice things?</title><summary type="html">
Yeah.

Skimming through the Black Friday and Cyber Monday sales was relatively disappointing. But I can tell you, with certainty, the one phrase that will make me click away faster than a dog caught looking at cat porn on its owner's laptop.

The phrase:

"Save $400 on the _______________ for your kitchen! Today only!"

Da Fahq?

Rule #1: If you are SAVING $400, you are going to have to bleed to&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/OA6kyqUJ14s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/8899888470405550881/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2012/11/400-off-kitchen-appliance-me-break-nice.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/8899888470405550881?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/8899888470405550881?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/OA6kyqUJ14s/400-off-kitchen-appliance-me-break-nice.html" title="$400 off a kitchen appliance? Me, break nice things?" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJcSPBCza6o/ULaQKyZPtCI/AAAAAAAADOI/YF49gtw5wfk/s72-c/The+worst+black+friday+and+cyber+monday+deals+at+the+bay.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2012/11/400-off-kitchen-appliance-me-break-nice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04HSX8zeSp7ImA9WhNQFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-841315815275080812</id><published>2012-11-23T09:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-11-23T09:45:38.181-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-23T09:45:38.181-05:00</app:edited><title>Dear Insomnia:</title><summary type="html">
Dear Insomnia:

Piss off.

Love,
Me


___________
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/ruqmmzA49uc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/841315815275080812/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2012/11/dear-insomnia.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/841315815275080812?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/841315815275080812?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/ruqmmzA49uc/dear-insomnia.html" title="Dear Insomnia:" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2012/11/dear-insomnia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYMSXY-eSp7ImA9WhNQFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-3482389690798877838</id><published>2012-11-19T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-11-23T09:49:48.851-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-23T09:49:48.851-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="honesty is the best policy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ontario" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weddings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mobile Makeovers Toronto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="review vendors" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="planning" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ashley F." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Keora Burlington" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="honest wedding reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weddingwire.com" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="makeup trial run" /><title>Wedding Wire is full of shyte.</title><summary type="html">




So, when I was a stressed out bride, I was searching all over the place trying to find reputable, real-person reviews of hair and make-up places, DJs, etc., so I could get the real scoop on services out there.

The best review is an honest one, so that is what I sought out.

There are a few websites that claim to offer real reviews on vendors, DJs, caterers, hair stylists and make-up artists&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/ejugcbhmUOw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/3482389690798877838/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2012/11/wedding-wire-is-full-of-shyte.html#comment-form" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/3482389690798877838?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/3482389690798877838?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/ejugcbhmUOw/wedding-wire-is-full-of-shyte.html" title="Wedding Wire is full of shyte." /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XylsWA3brBE/UKqtyF1xXgI/AAAAAAAADMQ/Xfa5eT57ilE/s72-c/My+face+with+no+makeup.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2012/11/wedding-wire-is-full-of-shyte.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUAQXs-cSp7ImA9WhNRGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-3614082305273051675</id><published>2012-11-15T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-11-15T00:10:40.559-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-15T00:10:40.559-05:00</app:edited><title>The Semi-Annual Clean: Doggy Detection</title><summary type="html">
So... I hate our rental house.

I know we are lucky to have it, the yard is huge, and we had no other options for a place to live.

I get that. I should be thanking my lucky stars. Though I don't know if I actually own lucky stars, and if I do, which box they were packed in from Ontario, but I digress.

The house smells. And it's grungy. And it's got some serious structural problems and is &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/7SYFYqIp-XA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/3614082305273051675/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-semi-annual-clean-doggy-detection.html#comment-form" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/3614082305273051675?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/3614082305273051675?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/7SYFYqIp-XA/the-semi-annual-clean-doggy-detection.html" title="The Semi-Annual Clean: Doggy Detection" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Aq6pja4k-w/UKR4F-CXrGI/AAAAAAAADLg/27kWLOCjdJg/s72-c/My+house+is+a+disaster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-semi-annual-clean-doggy-detection.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIDQXw5cCp7ImA9WhNSGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-8993499515261843983</id><published>2012-11-03T01:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-11-03T02:19:30.228-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-03T02:19:30.228-04:00</app:edited><title>Record Breaking</title><summary type="html">


Now that I have your attention...



I feel like I should be posting more often, but my heart is just not in it.

Surprisingly, I shattered my page view statistics in the month of October even though I've been a slacker. I wondered why the display had changed when I viewed my stats, and I realized it was because I had surpassed 10,000 views last month. One month.

10,000.



Those stats are &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/otw_sVWB6e8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/8993499515261843983/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2012/11/record-breaking.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/8993499515261843983?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/8993499515261843983?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/otw_sVWB6e8/record-breaking.html" title="Record Breaking" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8b0EBIj68w4/TMjBEpcWM0I/AAAAAAAACdI/JD5p5LQWX_E/s72-c/i_pee_in_the_shower_shirt-p235376807078745003troh_325.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2012/11/record-breaking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUEQ34yeCp7ImA9WhNSEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098330902228203979.post-4291779428182191202</id><published>2012-10-26T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-26T17:50:02.090-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-26T17:50:02.090-04:00</app:edited><title>OMG, That Was Unexpected, "Anon"</title><summary type="html">
So, as a blogger, I suppose it's expected that we should anticipate hateful comments and personal slags online.

I was actually surprised that the first two comments, left by the same "Anonymous" commenter (all in caps, of course, because I suppose they were yelling at me), threatened me and implied I should die and that I am a piece of shit.

Okay, sure.

Though I don't think I leave brown &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~4/FOMqU1Jguew" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/feeds/4291779428182191202/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2012/10/omg-that-was-unexpected-anon.html#comment-form" title="22 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/4291779428182191202?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098330902228203979/posts/default/4291779428182191202?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeriouslyReeeallySeriously/~3/FOMqU1Jguew/omg-that-was-unexpected-anon.html" title="OMG, That Was Unexpected, &quot;Anon&quot;" /><author><name>StephanieC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01990131434281226939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oRi3niL3fWg/THC8gxQfUpI/AAAAAAAACOo/DxwtDIITWus/S220/IMG_6880.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhbkXJYVLmM/THsvnEm1WOI/AAAAAAAACQ0/Lzwz869prLY/s72-c/Schultz+-+October+2008+Petfinder+Photo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>22</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://seriouslyreallyseriously.blogspot.com/2012/10/omg-that-was-unexpected-anon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
