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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4HRno7fyp7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818168974424229140</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:08:57.407-05:00</updated><category term="rude people" /><category term="toddler broken leg" /><category term="grocery gawkers" /><category term="work at home" /><category term="job search" /><category term="new friends" /><category term="femur fracture" /><category term="shopping without judgement" /><category term="life is" /><category term="catching up" /><category term="hire me" /><category term="credit cards" /><category term="Shands" /><category term="late fees" /><category term="WaMu horrible service" /><category term="spiral fracture" /><category term="ER waiting" /><category term="apply online" /><category term="starting anew" /><title>The Significant 'M'other</title><subtitle type="html">Here we go - a place for me to prattle on and on and no chance of getting interrupted!!  Brace yourself, I can be quite the smartass and one of my favorite mediums to work in is sarcasm.  Understand that I LIKE the view from my soapbox and I get things all out!  Let's have some fun now...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://significantmother.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://significantmother.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>The Significant 'M'other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669724001976489597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dN6tmgp2AYE/S0SjTGX6WYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/K8Pt0yRviR4/S220/100_0105.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</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/TheSignificantmother" /><feedburner:info uri="thesignificantmother" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIEQHY-cCp7ImA9Wx9WEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818168974424229140.post-6324765232667409324</id><published>2011-01-14T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T09:48:21.858-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-14T09:48:21.858-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="starting anew" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life is" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="catching up" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new friends" /><title>Oh yeah, I do have a Blog to maintain....oops</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://significantmother.blogspot.com/feeds/6324765232667409324/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818168974424229140&amp;postID=6324765232667409324&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818168974424229140/posts/default/6324765232667409324?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818168974424229140/posts/default/6324765232667409324?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheSignificantmother/~3/GXTEJ1CHLjM/oh-yeah-i-do-have-blog-to-maintainoops.html" title="Oh yeah, I do have a Blog to maintain....oops" /><author><name>The Significant 'M'other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669724001976489597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dN6tmgp2AYE/S0SjTGX6WYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/K8Pt0yRviR4/S220/100_0105.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Okay so it has been a while... a long while...since I was here and wrote anything.  I tried reading my last entries and I cannot do it.  I mean, I have the ability, I just can't do it.  We are coming up on the 1 year mark since Zane broke his leg and he is doing amazingly well.  You would likely never know he was injured, save for the continuous warnings by me to not run in the house or he will 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xcS0xs56KcEE7AB_MVZ8V9sCOTk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xcS0xs56KcEE7AB_MVZ8V9sCOTk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheSignificantmother/~4/27PUkaXCngk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://significantmother.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-back.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4MRHkyfCp7ImA9WxJXF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818168974424229140.post-5511739656298989791</id><published>2009-06-11T11:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:16:25.794-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-11T12:16:25.794-04:00</app:edited><title>I owe my sole to Dr Scholl</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://significantmother.blogspot.com/feeds/5511739656298989791/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818168974424229140&amp;postID=5511739656298989791&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818168974424229140/posts/default/5511739656298989791?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818168974424229140/posts/default/5511739656298989791?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheSignificantmother/~3/8mzyNxZ5-QA/i-owe-my-sole-to-dr-scholl.html" title="I owe my sole to Dr Scholl" /><author><name>The Significant 'M'other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669724001976489597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dN6tmgp2AYE/S0SjTGX6WYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/K8Pt0yRviR4/S220/100_0105.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Okay, almost at the two week mark and I have hit another roadblock...well, speed bump.  Again with the blisters!  This time my entire pinky toe is encompassed by 2 blisters and the other foot has a big one just where my toes are hooked onto my foot.  OW!  Being the internet junkie I am, I decided to go online and see how to treat and then prevent further blisters from happening.  If you have 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gw7XtfGps5nUmncp7iGHWw7wQOk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gw7XtfGps5nUmncp7iGHWw7wQOk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheSignificantmother/~4/AZPeLSjQWgw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://significantmother.blogspot.com/2009/05/slipping-thru-crackdammit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAHSH8yfSp7ImA9WxJSFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818168974424229140.post-4707599130291843075</id><published>2009-05-04T14:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:45:39.195-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-04T14:45:39.195-04:00</app:edited><title>Just a Crack?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://significantmother.blogspot.com/feeds/4707599130291843075/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818168974424229140&amp;postID=4707599130291843075&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818168974424229140/posts/default/4707599130291843075?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818168974424229140/posts/default/4707599130291843075?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheSignificantmother/~3/5QVYOL7Koz8/ever-have-so-much-stuff-pile-up-on-you.html" title="Just a Crack?" /><author><name>The Significant 'M'other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669724001976489597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dN6tmgp2AYE/S0SjTGX6WYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/K8Pt0yRviR4/S220/100_0105.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">Ever have SO much stuff pile up on you that you just 'give up' and quit fighting?  You might not even realize you've thrown in the towel, you just get so accustomed to more and more stuff weighing on you.  Then, just as your psyche is about to cave in and render you a zombie who goes thru the motions and waits on death....there is just one thing that snaps you back to reality.  With the same 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6rDbTVX9TWbKyRd5JQpKnsMdT4w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6rDbTVX9TWbKyRd5JQpKnsMdT4w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheSignificantmother/~4/5QVYOL7Koz8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://significantmother.blogspot.com/2009/05/ever-have-so-much-stuff-pile-up-on-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EAR3kzeyp7ImA9WxJTGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818168974424229140.post-2463932142831512576</id><published>2009-04-27T15:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:54:06.783-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-27T16:54:06.783-04:00</app:edited><title>Closure, I hope.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://significantmother.blogspot.com/feeds/2463932142831512576/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818168974424229140&amp;postID=2463932142831512576&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818168974424229140/posts/default/2463932142831512576?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818168974424229140/posts/default/2463932142831512576?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheSignificantmother/~3/xekcgps1Cqc/closure-i-hope.html" title="Closure, I hope." /><author><name>The Significant 'M'other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669724001976489597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dN6tmgp2AYE/S0SjTGX6WYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/K8Pt0yRviR4/S220/100_0105.JPG" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">Let me preface this entry by saying it will not be in the usual vein of sarcasm I tend to write.  There will be some bad language, it is a sensitive subject and it will be sad.  I wont feel bad if you don't read it, but I have to get this out.  Thanks for your understanding.

Sunday April 26th, just before 2am my sweet little yellow kitty, Lila, passed away.  I knew it was coming and there wasn't
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I guess if people are going to insist on continuing to move to Florida from other places where they have lived their lives just fine until seeing all the fun we have here, then the least we can do is make them feel welcome.  In this line of thinking, I have come up with a “Welcome to Florida” kit that should make the transition a bit easier.  Each kit 
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Lets go all the way back to the 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LpO7R57qLfAVbai3o8nLxq4NHg0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LpO7R57qLfAVbai3o8nLxq4NHg0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheSignificantmother/~4/QhxxbDTeiws" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://significantmother.blogspot.com/2008/11/credit-cards-must-die-or-at-least.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8MQHY9eCp7ImA9WxRVEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818168974424229140.post-1473413765658272483</id><published>2008-11-07T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:08:01.860-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-07T14:08:01.860-05:00</app:edited><title>That's It.  I'm Done....</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://significantmother.blogspot.com/feeds/1473413765658272483/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3818168974424229140&amp;postID=1473413765658272483&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818168974424229140/posts/default/1473413765658272483?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3818168974424229140/posts/default/1473413765658272483?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheSignificantmother/~3/rD1GzpfjES8/thats-it-im-done.html" title="That's It.  I'm Done...." /><author><name>The Significant 'M'other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669724001976489597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dN6tmgp2AYE/S0SjTGX6WYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/K8Pt0yRviR4/S220/100_0105.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">Okay so today was supposed to be one where I got up, did my Friday morning errands, a bit earlier than usual and without the kids, and came home to finish getting ready to leave for a weekend trip to see the BFF and family. Given that it is 2pm and I am online, you can guess that isn't how things worked out. I did my part, stayed up until 2am and got up at 6:30am to finish my work (my fault I was
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There are things that happen in Florida which will cause many a faint hearted soul to gasp in amazement and flutter something to fan themselves.   The ones who do this are not natives.  We have seen it all, and yes I am a native, born in Gainesville and never moved out of the state.  For that matter I have only even traveled outside these sandy, high priced shorelines 
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I don’t know who coined this phrase but I would like to smack them. Not once have I ever asked, or been asked, “How humid is it there?” by friends or family or sometimes a customer service rep (another chapter for another time) when we’re on terminal hold for resolution of a perfectly stupid issue. I get the question “How HOT is it there?” quite a bit which is
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