<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/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:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;C0IDRns_eip7ImA9WxFXEEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2039734063328014606</id><updated>2010-05-17T03:19:37.542-07:00</updated><title>My So Called Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Mother knows best...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479797376992964477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0IDRns-eSp7ImA9WxFXEEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2039734063328014606.post-298677198372164863</id><published>2010-05-17T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T03:19:37.551-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-17T03:19:37.551-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title>the lonely corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;There is a corner near the front door that use to be full of small &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rock-Mineral-DK-Eyewitness-DVD/dp/0756623685?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=carscouhomcan-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;rocks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=carscouhomcan-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0756623685" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that were slate blue. I thought it looked plain and needed some jazzing up. So, last year Bobby and I dug up all the rocks, and decided to plant some rose bushes. The &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Silk-Flower-Depot-Mini-Bush-Blue/dp/B0014LP5L8?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=carscouhomcan-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;rose bushes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=carscouhomcan-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B0014LP5L8" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; did really well last year, and produced some nice roses for the year. I was emotional as the season came to an end, and I had to cut back the rose bushes to twigs to prepare them for the winter snow that would cover them for almost 5 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I am happy to say my rose bushes have come back this year, and are already much bigger than they were last year at this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Looking good. Everything looks so fresh and new, right down to the &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Screw-Roses-Send-Thorns-Sadomasochism/dp/0964596008?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=carscouhomcan-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;thorns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=carscouhomcan-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0964596008" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am so excited my roses are about to bloom. These bushes have some gorgeous &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Valentine-Amore-Romantic-Gift-Set/dp/B0012GVQIG?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=carscouhomcan-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;rose petals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=carscouhomcan-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B0012GVQIG" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and I am looking forward to cutting me some long stem roses &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;this summer. The smell of roses will make anyone happier in general. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The other kind of rose bush has many about ready to bloom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Needless to say that bland corner sure does not look like it needs to be jazzed up anymore. My corner looks awesome with all the rose bushes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will post more when the roses bloom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2039734063328014606-298677198372164863?l=carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/298677198372164863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/lonely-corner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/298677198372164863?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/298677198372164863?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/lonely-corner.html' title='the lonely corner'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479797376992964477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09752380496250019203'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEfRtmuSgjE/S_ETht9bwBI/AAAAAAAAACo/3Y3MTj1Hx6w/s72-c/IMG_2625_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk4GQHk4cSp7ImA9WxFXEEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2039734063328014606.post-2354185670761599780</id><published>2010-05-16T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T06:02:01.739-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-16T06:02:01.739-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title>Congrats!</title><content type='html'>Apparently, according to the ultra-sound, my now three-month-old was conceived 1 year ago. &lt;br /&gt;
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Technology is such an interesting thing. I would have never thought about exactly what day. Now that I know; I think it is weird. However, I love technology. I think being able to work, be social or write online for the &lt;em&gt;world&lt;/em&gt; to see is an awesome experience.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is to technology *CHEERS!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2039734063328014606-2354185670761599780?l=carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2354185670761599780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/congrats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/2354185670761599780?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/2354185670761599780?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/congrats.html' title='Congrats!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479797376992964477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09752380496250019203'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0YERns-cCp7ImA9WxFXEE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2039734063328014606.post-7785906431307137750</id><published>2010-05-16T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T04:25:07.558-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-16T04:25:07.558-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title>Old rusty railroad spike, bullet and a tooth...</title><content type='html'>My 7-year-old went to a birthday party this weekend. I remember &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/DOZEN-BIRTHDAY-PARTY-Rubber-DUCKIES/dp/B000E5VEBA?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=carscouhomcan-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;birthday parties&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=carscouhomcan-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B000E5VEBA" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;being more of a party with cake,&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Astronaut-Ice-Cream-Neapolitan-Packages/dp/B00005C2M2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=carscouhomcan-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;ice cream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=carscouhomcan-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B00005C2M2" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, pin the tail on the donkey and &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/none-66101UN-Colorful-Daisy-Pi%25f1ata/dp/B000C24F0W?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=carscouhomcan-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;pinatas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=carscouhomcan-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B000C24F0W" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently now the parties consist of a nature hunt while 4-wheeling. I would have loved to have gone to parties like this when I was a kid. I love walking and looking through the woods; finding old things, exploring creatures and looking at nature. I asked what my son did at the party, and he said "I found all this stuff, for you, mommy!" &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how sweet! The joys of having little boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2039734063328014606-7785906431307137750?l=carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7785906431307137750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/old-rusty-railroad-spike-bullet-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/7785906431307137750?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/7785906431307137750?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/old-rusty-railroad-spike-bullet-and.html' title='Old rusty railroad spike, bullet and a tooth...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479797376992964477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09752380496250019203'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEfRtmuSgjE/S-_VQkrJGVI/AAAAAAAAACI/aQweChpnnKg/s72-c/IMG_2705_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUAR388fSp7ImA9WxFXEE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2039734063328014606.post-2451076465434315078</id><published>2010-05-16T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T03:04:06.175-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-16T03:04:06.175-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My romantic hubby'/><title>For me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I just do not realize how lucky I am to have such a wonderful &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/How-Be-Almost-Perfect-Husband/dp/0966715616?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=carscouhomcan-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;husband&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=carscouhomcan-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0966715616" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He brings me home this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think often we take the good things in our lives for granted. I would like to take time and thank my husband for being such a wonderful and loving husband. I thought the flowers were beautiful and the &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dont-Panic-Dinners-Freezer-Great-Tasting/dp/0800730550?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=carscouhomcan-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;dinner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=carscouhomcan-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0800730550" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was yummy. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2039734063328014606-2451076465434315078?l=carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2451076465434315078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/2451076465434315078?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/2451076465434315078?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-me.html' title='For me?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479797376992964477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09752380496250019203'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEfRtmuSgjE/S--_0kCY7uI/AAAAAAAAABY/6n2IKqHRXuk/s72-c/IMG_2677_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUYARX0zfSp7ImA9WxFQGE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2039734063328014606.post-9113455144458234573</id><published>2010-05-14T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T01:52:24.385-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-14T01:52:24.385-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My romantic hubby'/><title>The Meeting...Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After I was proposed to we spent months discussing how we wanted the wedding. The fun part was making these plans, and day dreaming about the big day. However, we realized it did not matter how we &lt;em&gt;got&lt;/em&gt; married but we &lt;em&gt;get &lt;/em&gt;married. I thought it would be better to have a nice honeymoon than a "big over-priced" wedding. I made a promise to my husband...he could wear shorts to our wedding as long as I got a cruise. I thought that would be best thing to do with all that money we would save from not having a huge wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wedding was family only. We had all of our kids there. My oldest, a daughter, stood with me and Bobby's oldest, a son, stood with him. Both our mothers were there, and his identical twin (and his family) was there. My brother and dad could not make it to our wedding, and Bobby's dad is no longer with us. Everyone was dressed casually and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got married we took all the kids to a resort where they rode rides at the theme park and the water park. We stayed there as a 'new family' for a few days. What about my cruise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2039734063328014606-9113455144458234573?l=carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9113455144458234573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/meetingpart-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/9113455144458234573?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/9113455144458234573?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/meetingpart-iii.html' title='The Meeting...Part III'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479797376992964477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09752380496250019203'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0cDRHw4eCp7ImA9WxFQF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2039734063328014606.post-3851138778287390842</id><published>2010-05-12T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:37:55.230-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-12T17:37:55.230-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title>Amazing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EouY0YYbJSs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EouY0YYbJSs&lt;/a&gt; I think this kid is amazing. He will be on the Ellen Show tomorrow. I am sure he will be a future star!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2039734063328014606-3851138778287390842?l=carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3851138778287390842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/3851138778287390842?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/3851138778287390842?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/amazing.html' title='Amazing...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479797376992964477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09752380496250019203'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkUCRHg_eip7ImA9WxFQFkg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2039734063328014606.post-6375211084129133528</id><published>2010-05-12T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:44:25.642-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-12T00:44:25.642-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My romantic hubby'/><title>The meeting...Part II</title><content type='html'>After my husband and I met he kept driving 7 hours to come see me. Finally, a few months (yes, I said months) later he asked me to move in with him so he does not have to drive so far. We both came to realize if we did not try we would never know. So, we tried, and almost a year later he proposed to me on a bluff over-looking the Mississippi River. It was the most romantic thing ever. I had realized at this point I had made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2039734063328014606-6375211084129133528?l=carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6375211084129133528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/meetingpart-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/6375211084129133528?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/6375211084129133528?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/meetingpart-ii.html' title='The meeting...Part II'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479797376992964477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09752380496250019203'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkAMRn46eyp7ImA9WxFQFkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2039734063328014606.post-9169252569459471694</id><published>2010-05-11T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:19:47.013-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-12T00:19:47.013-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duties'/><title>What do you ignore?</title><content type='html'>I do not ignore the household chores, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;per say&lt;/span&gt;. I just prioritize them in order of importance. So, there may be things that will get missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I think more than a load of laundry in the laundry room is a crime. This is mostly because I have a huge family, and I know if I go ONE day without doing any laundry I will get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt; the next day. I will do laundry before I dust the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Bobby, will wash dishes and vaccum, but he does not see the dust bunnies on the furniture that sits on those vaccumed rugs. He does not see crumbs on the stove either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this makes us a team. He washes the dishes and I clean the stove. He vaccums the living-room and I will dust it. So on and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that you do not clean or get around to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2039734063328014606-9169252569459471694?l=carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9169252569459471694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-do-you-ignore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/9169252569459471694?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/9169252569459471694?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-do-you-ignore.html' title='What do you ignore?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479797376992964477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09752380496250019203'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE8AQ3o7cSp7ImA9WxFQFkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2039734063328014606.post-5737056214313070786</id><published>2010-05-11T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:47:22.409-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-11T23:47:22.409-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My romantic hubby'/><title>The meeting...</title><content type='html'>Many people always tell me; my husband and I are cute together. Then the same people will ask "How did you two meet?" Many are shocked when they find out I lived 7 hours from my husband and we did not meet "online." Apparently, just knowing the right people will help you find your destiny, and help find Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling alone and depressed from dating. Mostly, because many men were dishonest and I kept finding out they were married. I am not a home-wrecker and will not become one, directly or indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my friend know all the men in my area sucked, and asked if he had 'friends'. He hooked me up with his best-friend who happened to be coming into town in a few weeks. Meeting this guy was an awesome experience, and I will never forgot it. I realize most blind dates do not end this way, but I never believed in love-at-first-sight until I met my husband. I sure am glad I came into his path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Bobby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2039734063328014606-5737056214313070786?l=carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5737056214313070786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/meeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/5737056214313070786?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/5737056214313070786?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/meeting.html' title='The meeting...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479797376992964477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09752380496250019203'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkYMR30_eip7ImA9WxFQFkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2039734063328014606.post-6640928528236141776</id><published>2010-05-11T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:03:06.342-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-11T23:03:06.342-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title>It's a bird...It's a plane...</title><content type='html'>Nah, it is just my son running in track tonight. I was so proud of him. He won first in the 200 meters. Way-to-go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I had no idea he can run that fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2039734063328014606-6640928528236141776?l=carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6640928528236141776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-birdits-plane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/6640928528236141776?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/6640928528236141776?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-birdits-plane.html' title='It&apos;s a bird...It&apos;s a plane...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479797376992964477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09752380496250019203'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE4NQX4zfip7ImA9WxFQFUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2039734063328014606.post-8465178332142215632</id><published>2010-05-11T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:36:30.086-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-11T01:36:30.086-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title>Added a new movie...</title><content type='html'>I have added a new movie to my list of favorites. If you ever get a chance to watch hungover, WATCH IT! This movie is so funny. They wake up in Vegas with a tiger in the bathroom; a baby in the room and a police car in valet. The fun part is finding out why everything happens the way it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2039734063328014606-8465178332142215632?l=carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8465178332142215632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/added-new-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/8465178332142215632?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/8465178332142215632?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/added-new-movie.html' title='Added a new movie...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479797376992964477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09752380496250019203'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEACQ3c8eSp7ImA9WxFQFUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2039734063328014606.post-1642679389809895681</id><published>2010-05-11T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:32:42.971-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-11T01:32:42.971-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My romantic hubby'/><title>what a goof</title><content type='html'>My husband and I have so many kids. I think Bobby, my husband, was cute when picking out Mother's Day cards. He makes sure he has all the Grandmother's cards for all the grandmas. He picked out a nice card for his mother from my husband and I. He also got her a card from the kids. He then picked out a card for my mother from all the kids. I have a step-mom, so he got her a card for her as well. My husband and I have a new baby this year, so he got me a Mother's Day card specially from the baby. Then he picked a card out from him. The interesting and funny part of this whole story is....he forgot to get me, the &lt;em&gt;mother&lt;/em&gt;, a card from  the other six kids. Apparently, with all the cards he had to purchase, he got confused at what and whom he was buying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute gotta love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2039734063328014606-1642679389809895681?l=carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1642679389809895681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-goof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/1642679389809895681?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/1642679389809895681?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-goof.html' title='what a goof'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479797376992964477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09752380496250019203'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEcGRX0yfCp7ImA9WxFQFUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2039734063328014606.post-3809042346305799004</id><published>2010-05-11T01:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:20:24.394-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-11T01:20:24.394-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ex'/><title>batter up</title><content type='html'>Last night was baseball practice for the step-son. The plan was suppose to be to go to the meeting before the practice and get the schedules for the year. My husband's ex did not show up for the meeting. Surprise. Surprise. This means my husband and  I had to stop our day, go to the meeting and then send all information to the ex wife, so she can attend the games as well. Wish I could have done things that needed to get done, and have someone hand me the schedule. Oh how our lives would be so much easier if we did not have to take care of the ex wife as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2039734063328014606-3809042346305799004?l=carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3809042346305799004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/batter-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/3809042346305799004?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/3809042346305799004?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/batter-up.html' title='batter up'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479797376992964477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09752380496250019203'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D08HRn8ycSp7ImA9WxFQFEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2039734063328014606.post-2186939875417401354</id><published>2010-05-10T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:03:57.199-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-10T03:03:57.199-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ex'/><title>The X-Factor</title><content type='html'>I think some people are just put on this Earth to annoy me. Take the X for example. My husband's ex cheated on him with the guy she lives with. She left him and eventually moved in with this guy. They have been together around 8 years. I have only known my husband for three years. My husband's ex-wife and her live-in-boyfriend treat me like I was the one that split the not-so-happy family up. Personally, I think the "threes a crowd" is what split the family up. Some people will never learn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2039734063328014606-2186939875417401354?l=carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2186939875417401354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/x-factor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/2186939875417401354?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/2186939875417401354?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/x-factor.html' title='The X-Factor'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479797376992964477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09752380496250019203'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUAGQ3o8fSp7ImA9WxFQE0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2039734063328014606.post-8414146903761946956</id><published>2010-05-09T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T02:35:22.475-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-09T02:35:22.475-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title>so tiny so perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The sun starts to shine through the windows telling me it is time to wake up. I do some stretches and roll over, as my eyelids fall shut, again. I hear a faint whimper. The whimper soon becomes a shrill, or good morning cry, if you will. I get up to comfort the baby and say, hello. He looks at me with those beautiful blue-gray eyes, gives a little toothless smile and I turn to jello. He is so precious, tiny and perfect! Happy Mother's Day to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2039734063328014606-8414146903761946956?l=carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8414146903761946956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-tiny-so-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/8414146903761946956?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2039734063328014606/posts/default/8414146903761946956?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrie-mysocalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-tiny-so-perfect.html' title='so tiny so perfect'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479797376992964477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09752380496250019203'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>