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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" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MFRXY5fip7ImA9WxJUEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579</id><updated>2009-07-08T18:03:34.826-07:00</updated><title>Whiney Momma</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>531</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/WhineAndPlease" type="application/atom+xml" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcAQXk6fyp7ImA9WxJUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-4662832627106012920</id><published>2009-07-08T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:34:00.717-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-08T11:34:00.717-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="exercise" /><title>Need some workout motivation?  I got it!</title><summary>I just finished up another round of my kickboxing tape.   Kachow!   Stay away man because I am lean and mean and I can kick your boo-tay.   I think about this chick that I cannot stand every time I do my punches and I can tell you, I am throwing some good ones. I  think that is the best way to exercise.  Really, if there is someone who gets on your nerves, get into workout mode and start thinking</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/4662832627106012920/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=4662832627106012920" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4662832627106012920?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4662832627106012920?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/07/need-some-workout-motivation-i-got-it.html" title="Need some workout motivation?  I got it!" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEGRno5cCp7ImA9WxJUEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-9082644258053170289</id><published>2009-07-08T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:50:27.428-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-08T17:50:27.428-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids" /><title>Milk it!</title><summary>My little man knew how to milk a cow since he was two.  Fortunately the cow stayed very still.Even at 6 years old, he's still got it.Yeah, wait, this cow is fake.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/9082644258053170289/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=9082644258053170289" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/9082644258053170289?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/9082644258053170289?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/07/milk-it.html" title="Milk it!" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qHMlJt3qX8/SlTkvFtyiYI/AAAAAAAAAm0/RmBlLxF8eB0/s72-c/DSC00059.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQBSX4-fyp7ImA9WxJVGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-8309565218783822004</id><published>2009-07-05T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:45:58.057-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-05T09:45:58.057-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fitness" /><title>Working it!</title><summary>I so proud of myself.  The other day I stepped on our glistening scale and looked down and saw 128!   Go whiney, go whiney, get your groove on, go whiney....oh shut up,  cause I know after this weekend I will step on and be right up over the 130.I know, I know, maybe I shouldn't complain.  I do look pretty good. The gym has been working me.  I am much more motivated than I was.  I am doing the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/8309565218783822004/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=8309565218783822004" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/8309565218783822004?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/8309565218783822004?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/07/working-it.html" title="Working it!" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMNRncyeyp7ImA9WxJVE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-4137245048917160432</id><published>2009-06-30T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:38:17.993-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-30T10:38:17.993-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gardening" /><title>Will my garden grow...</title><summary>Remember when I talked about building my garden this year and how we built the fence ourselves?  Well, I am finally getting around to post some decent pics of our job well done.  Now I only wish my veggies would grow faster!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/4137245048917160432/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=4137245048917160432" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4137245048917160432?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4137245048917160432?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/will-my-garden-grow.html" title="Will my garden grow..." /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7qHMlJt3qX8/SkpNeahbx1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/746_V_W5ACA/s72-c/Garden_fence1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QHSXsycSp7ImA9WxJVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-4759788561092063507</id><published>2009-06-29T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:15:38.599-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T11:15:38.599-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life or something like it" /><title>Where does it all go?</title><summary>Time is flying!  I swear this summer is just speed racing by me.  Is it really almost July?  Where the heck did June even go?  Were the days really 24 hours long...maybe I have been in a coma and didn't know about it.  Seriously, before we know it, it will be Fall and time to start sending out Halloween invitations.  I want to enjoy the summer, I want to soak up the sun, get a little tan, play in</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/4759788561092063507/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=4759788561092063507" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4759788561092063507?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4759788561092063507?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/where-does-it-all-go.html" title="Where does it all go?" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cMQ3s6eCp7ImA9WxJVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-3348246484558497165</id><published>2009-06-28T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:11:22.510-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T11:11:22.510-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life or something like it" /><title>So very proud...</title><summary>I am so proud of my son.  Every few months we dump out his piggy bank and let him have a little spending money.  Our deal is, we save 2/3 of it and we spend 1/3 of it.  It has worked out pretty well so far in teaching him that savings comes first.  Oddly though today, he actually volunteered up something else.  He says to me, "mom, I want to give $30 to kids that don't have any money."   I was </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/3348246484558497165/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=3348246484558497165" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/3348246484558497165?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/3348246484558497165?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/so-very-proud.html" title="So very proud..." /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8HSXo-fSp7ImA9WxJWGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-3365941519456456629</id><published>2009-06-25T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:57:18.455-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-25T17:57:18.455-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life or something like it" /><title>Michael Jackson is finally at peace</title><summary>Can you believe it?  Michael Jackson is dead.  Dead...holy smokes!  Who would have guessed this coming?  Well...maybe some people would have, they said he was looking very sickly the last few months.  I say more like years. He has been a mess ever since he moved out of the 80s limelight.  I have to admit, I wasn't really a fan even in the 80s, not even when all my friends had that God-awful </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/3365941519456456629/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=3365941519456456629" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/3365941519456456629?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/3365941519456456629?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-is-finally-at-peace.html" title="Michael Jackson is finally at peace" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4CQ388fyp7ImA9WxJWGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-8787882665773654254</id><published>2009-06-25T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:42:42.177-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-25T17:42:42.177-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life or something like it" /><title>Life...humpf</title><summary>Life is hectic.  It is passing by me like a blur.  I am tired. Really, really tired...ug. Please, please give me a margarita and rest!  I want to go to a place that has a row of  comfy outdoor chaise lounges and I will take turns like Goldie Locks trying out each one.   I want to sit under an umbrella with only my legs exposed to get a nice tan because of course, I can't take the risk of getting </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/8787882665773654254/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=8787882665773654254" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/8787882665773654254?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/8787882665773654254?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/lifehumpf.html" title="Life...humpf" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cHRXg8cCp7ImA9WxJWGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-2135089459581412458</id><published>2009-06-23T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:03:54.678-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-23T19:03:54.678-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog stuff" /><title>So sweet!</title><summary>Yeah I should be working...but my horoscope told me to put my boogie shoes on and do something I really enjoy doing, so I'm blogging.   And the best thing about blogging?  Awards!My sweet friend Anne over at Mommy Has to Work has bestowed upon moi the Creative Mom Blogger Award!Aw golly gosh *blushing,*  I feel like a little girl who just got a lollipop handed to her from the cutest kid in the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/2135089459581412458/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=2135089459581412458" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/2135089459581412458?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/2135089459581412458?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/yeah-i-should-be-working.html" title="So sweet!" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7qHMlJt3qX8/SkGB2Vx6xKI/AAAAAAAAAlk/NI0NOfxLNn0/s72-c/creative-mom-blogger.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYNRn8-fyp7ImA9WxJWF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-4883941247391533745</id><published>2009-06-23T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:53:17.157-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-23T11:53:17.157-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life or something like it" /><title>Baby chatter</title><summary>It's that time of year again or something.  It seems like there is sperm running rampant in the water or something...I know so many pregnant people! They are everywhere, getting ready to bump their bellies in the rest of us non-preggo people walking down the grocery aisle.  Now you know I am just joking, or perhaps jealous...well maybe a little bit.So now all the talk at my playgroups revolves </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/4883941247391533745/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=4883941247391533745" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4883941247391533745?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4883941247391533745?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/baby-chatter.html" title="Baby chatter" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAFRX45eCp7ImA9WxJWF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-2057412584805766855</id><published>2009-06-23T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:45:14.020-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-23T11:45:14.020-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motivational speech" /><title>Will you?</title><summary>"When there is a will there is a way."I love that saying...I love believing that if you really want something, you can have it.  I believe disappointment should just breed more motivation.If you think you can't climb that wall, try again.If you fall, get up. Everything in life could be a miserable failure if you let it.  When I say "let it" I am assuming of course, there is such thing as control.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/2057412584805766855/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=2057412584805766855" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/2057412584805766855?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/2057412584805766855?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/will-you.html" title="Will you?" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04BR3o7eCp7ImA9WxJWE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-1149429956576322389</id><published>2009-06-18T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:45:56.400-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-18T08:45:56.400-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life or something like it" /><title>Weight, weight go away, come back another day</title><summary>Well I am still sticking to a gym routine.  I have to admit, my long distance running has been slacking but I think I needed a break anyway.  It was getting kind of boring.  I think I just need a new running partner.  Running alone all the time get get lonely.  Plus, I like to run at night and it is not exactly safe either.The strange thing is even with all this working out, I still don't seem to</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/1149429956576322389/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=1149429956576322389" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/1149429956576322389?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/1149429956576322389?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/weight-weight-go-away-come-back-another.html" title="Weight, weight go away, come back another day" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08ER384cSp7ImA9WxJWE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-4829822859477787955</id><published>2009-06-18T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:43:26.139-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-18T08:43:26.139-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life or something like it" /><title>Time to be a kid again</title><summary>Well my son survived kindergarten, he is a happy claim though now that summer is officially here...well, kinda here.  It's been raining for like 10 days straight.  I am waiting for Noah's Ark to float by and see the panda bears waving. This is a period when change is good.  He will have new experiences at summer camp, new friends, new instructors...it's good.  It's amazing how school can wear the</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/4829822859477787955/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=4829822859477787955" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4829822859477787955?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4829822859477787955?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/time-to-be-kid-again.html" title="Time to be a kid again" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4DQ3o9fyp7ImA9WxJWEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-4823372731343374964</id><published>2009-06-14T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:09:32.467-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-14T11:09:32.467-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life or something like it" /><title>Just because I needed a change</title><summary>I so need a change the other day...I was aching to redecorate a room or paint a new color or shop for a brand new comforter but instead I decided to try to satisfy the craving by moving around furniture.  I used to be really big on that but the =hubs would go nuts so now I am limited to certain rooms in the house that I can move around. This time I went for my daughter's room.  Actually I ended </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/4823372731343374964/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=4823372731343374964" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4823372731343374964?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4823372731343374964?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/just-because-i-needed-change.html" title="Just because I needed a change" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAHSH45eCp7ImA9WxJWEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-53096470452978301</id><published>2009-06-14T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:05:39.020-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-14T11:05:39.020-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life or something like it" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="a whine" /><title>Sickly year</title><summary>I can't believe it...we are sick.  Again.  Sick.  Again.  Sick.  Again.  THIS SUCKS!   I don't know if the bugs going around these days are getting stronger or our immune systems are sucking!  I am just tired of it...and tired literally.  Sore throat, headache, fever.  We are miserable.   My head is screaming in pain and I want to cough but there is nothing really that comes out...its a dry, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/53096470452978301/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=53096470452978301" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/53096470452978301?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/53096470452978301?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/sickly-year.html" title="Sickly year" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8AQn8yfSp7ImA9WxJWEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-8351103397396211429</id><published>2009-06-12T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:14:03.195-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-15T18:14:03.195-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beauty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><title>Need some sprucing up of the old bod?</title><summary>I need to spruce myself up.  I feel so very "u-g-ly."  Even though my husband claims I am a beautiful, sexy, hot mamma, I just don't feel it.  I feel like my eyebrows are growing into each other and the little hairs on my upper lip are forming a curl they are so long. Then there is the butt issue.  Yes, I am getting a butt issue and as soon as I get myself moving I will take a picture for you </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/8351103397396211429/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=8351103397396211429" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/8351103397396211429?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/8351103397396211429?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/need-some-sprucing-up-of-old-bod.html" title="Need some sprucing up of the old bod?" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEHRXc4fip7ImA9WxJXGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-3633214008754035502</id><published>2009-06-12T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:37:14.936-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-12T09:37:14.936-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life or something like it" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the kids" /><title>I have been run over...</title><summary>It is 12:30PM and I am truly exhausted.  I am home with both kids today and feel like I have been run over by a truck.  Already today I have cleaned up moon sand, paint, pee and baked ziti.  I am not a happy camper.  Kids = mess.  I hate mess.  I know I have said this a thousand times but I don't know how people do it with more kids.  I have two, just two...but there are times when it feels like </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/3633214008754035502/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=3633214008754035502" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/3633214008754035502?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/3633214008754035502?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/i-have-been-run-over.html" title="I have been run over..." /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8GRn85eSp7ImA9WxJXF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-3758184079677553794</id><published>2009-06-11T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:13:47.121-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-11T09:13:47.121-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="questions of life" /><title>What color would you say?</title><summary>Quick question, I need advice.  If the house is green, what color is totally wrong to paint the shutters?</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/3758184079677553794/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=3758184079677553794" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/3758184079677553794?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/3758184079677553794?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/what-colorw-would-you-say.html" title="What color would you say?" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4MRXk4cCp7ImA9WxJXF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-4699584117044154449</id><published>2009-06-11T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:43:04.738-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-11T08:43:04.738-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news" /><title>Why does this have to happen?</title><summary>How does this still happen in this day and age?  A man walks up to the Holocaust museum and shoots the security officer?  Why?  Because he is a white supremacist! According to the CNN article:"The gunman entered Washington's crowded and solemn Holocaust museum on Wednesday afternoon and shot security officer Stephen Tyrone Johns."Officer Johns is black. When will this world come together and stop</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/4699584117044154449/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=4699584117044154449" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4699584117044154449?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/4699584117044154449?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/why-does-this-have-to-happen.html" title="Why does this have to happen?" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMCQn08fSp7ImA9WxJXFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-9033251286514509804</id><published>2009-06-10T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:24:23.375-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-10T18:24:23.375-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="a stress reliever" /><title>A distraction please...</title><summary>There's no doubt I need some relaxation.  I need a hobby, something to seriously distract me from the crazy moodiness that comes upon me like a tropical cyclone.  So I have been drinking thinking, what the heck can I do?   Should I become one of those hippie type people and gather around a Budda with some incense and start chanting?Should I pick up another athletic sport, like tennis?  Maybe I </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/9033251286514509804/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=9033251286514509804" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/9033251286514509804?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/9033251286514509804?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/distraction-please.html" title="A distraction please..." /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8ARXc6eCp7ImA9WxJXFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-2230029894836891950</id><published>2009-06-10T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:14:04.910-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-10T18:14:04.910-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="a whine" /><title>When all you want is some wine for your whine</title><summary>Tonight was like the night all hello broke loose.  For some reason the kids went nuts...like it was a full moon or something.  Where they should have been exhausted, after a day of running around like crazy coons, and not stopping to take a freakin' nap, they were still bouncing off the walls by 8:30PM, which is mommy's off time.  Seriously, you push me past 8PM and you are asking to see the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/2230029894836891950/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=2230029894836891950" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/2230029894836891950?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/2230029894836891950?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/when-all-you-want-is-some-wine-for-your.html" title="When all you want is some wine for your whine" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcBRn45fyp7ImA9WxJXFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-5706411045926505429</id><published>2009-06-10T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:54:17.027-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-10T06:54:17.027-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><title>Looking for entertainment?</title><summary>I have really been in the mood to go see a good show.  We do have one on the agenda but it's not for another two months and it is a  Depeche Mode concert.  A few weeks ago I saw the Ringling Brothers Circus, which was very entertaining, I must say! I would love to see a show in Las Vegas though;  I hear it is THE place to go for entertainment in the country and sadly I have never been...boo hoo </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/5706411045926505429/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=5706411045926505429" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/5706411045926505429?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/5706411045926505429?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/looking-for-entertainment.html" title="Looking for entertainment?" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YGQ389fCp7ImA9WxJXFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-7052889474042586574</id><published>2009-06-10T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:38:42.164-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-10T06:38:42.164-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life or something like it" /><title>Why I almost wept like a baby last night</title><summary>Last night I spent an exorbitant amount of time searching for the video of my daughter's birth. For whatever reason, the other day I started freaking out that I may have taped over it.  Not. A. Good. Thing. So I rummaged through all my videos searching like a wild woman for it.  Wild like a tiger that is.  I was all but eating someone's flesh for it.  As I went through each small microcassette, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/7052889474042586574/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=7052889474042586574" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/7052889474042586574?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/7052889474042586574?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/why-i-almost-wept-like-baby-last-night.html" title="Why I almost wept like a baby last night" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAGQnc6eyp7ImA9WxJXFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-7874834999106818216</id><published>2009-06-10T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:32:03.913-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-10T06:32:03.913-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="online things" /><title>Do you need to chat?</title><summary>Do you ever just feel like you need to talk to someone?  And you realize that maybe it is too late to call one of your friends or maybe you just want to meet someone new?  You should check out a public chat.  There are a bunch of these out there.  This particular site called publicchatrooms.net you can even use your webcam and chat "face to face."  I haven't tried too many myself because I am a </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/7874834999106818216/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=7874834999106818216" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/7874834999106818216?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/7874834999106818216?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/do-you-need-to-chat.html" title="Do you need to chat?" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQCQHg8cCp7ImA9WxJXFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536294278157389579.post-8561447575645434271</id><published>2009-06-09T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:12:41.678-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-09T08:12:41.678-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog stuff" /><title>New blog: Playground4Mommies</title><summary>Come visit my brand new blog Playground4Mommies!You can swing, slide and twirl on the mommies playground. We will chat, gossip, share advice and just have a good time.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/feeds/8561447575645434271/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536294278157389579&amp;postID=8561447575645434271" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/8561447575645434271?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536294278157389579/posts/default/8561447575645434271?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whineymomma.com/2009/06/new-blog-playground4mommies.html" title="New blog: Playground4Mommies" /><author><name>Whiney Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13597841997941611602</uri><email>whineymomma@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01077207609714542434" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
