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You will be on the edge of your seat.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>399</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/Mdpr" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/mdpr" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>blogspot/Mdpr</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMER3w9eCp7ImA9WhdaFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-8256946865244871919</id><published>2011-10-24T22:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:40:06.260-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T22:40:06.260-04:00</app:edited><title>Hmmm...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/8256946865244871919/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=8256946865244871919&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/8256946865244871919?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/8256946865244871919?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/IRdQvggq5Uw/hmmm.html" title="Hmmm..." /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Kq96y9bo4s/TqYhaaOjc7I/AAAAAAAAArs/S7U7o_fE6dQ/s72-c/IMG_2271.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Dear Anonymous (The final Anonymous from this post, that is),I'm inspired. Please, stay tuned. While I wouldn't dare give you advice -- seeing as how my husband and I got together in a random, immature way I can't recommend to anyone -- you've totally started a ball rolling. Can you wait a while for an answer? Hope so.Meanwhile, ponder the awesomeness of this...Namasté, y'all.Love,The real me.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/IRdQvggq5Uw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2011/10/hmmm.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEFRH45cCp7ImA9WxJUEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-7713506801811930309</id><published>2009-07-10T15:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:10:15.028-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-10T16:10:15.028-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="best husband ever" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="detox" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="farmers' market" /><title>What should I have for dinner?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/7713506801811930309/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=7713506801811930309&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/7713506801811930309?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/7713506801811930309?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/Vpv543E5f7Q/what-should-i-have-for-dinner.html" title="What should I have for dinner?" /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><content type="html">I have received a lot of questions recently about food. I love food and I eat a lot of it, so this strikes me as very appropriate. Here we go...1. How do you make your steel cut oatmeal? It sounds delish, but I just needed some ideas to get started. Thanks! I love your blogs :)Instead of water, I use milk (two parts milk to one part steel cut oats). I prefer rice milk, but your milk of choice &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/Vpv543E5f7Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/07/what-should-i-have-for-dinner.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMBSHkyeCp7ImA9WxJVGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-8595987107776795203</id><published>2009-06-29T13:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:34:19.790-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-06T01:34:19.790-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wellbutrin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="irritants" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sanity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="enlightenment" /><title>People are nuts.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/8595987107776795203/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=8595987107776795203&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/8595987107776795203?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/8595987107776795203?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/i_kI1a1vRSk/people-are-nuts.html" title="People are nuts." /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total><content type="html">First Piece of advice: If you want customers not to be cranky while they wait, have free internet, like they do here at Nuttall's. They rock. A bottled water would be nice, too, but I'm over it.I received this letter recently:What is your take on the etiquette of shopping for a greeting card? Here is my scenario, while shopping for a Father’s Day card I was patiently waiting for the person &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/Mdpr?a=i_kI1a1vRSk:30znLWSFXn0:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/Mdpr?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/Mdpr?a=i_kI1a1vRSk:30znLWSFXn0:qj6IDK7rITs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/Mdpr?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/i_kI1a1vRSk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/06/people-are-nuts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEENR3w9eSp7ImA9WxJWFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-5522921640244641878</id><published>2009-06-21T10:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:58:16.261-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-22T10:58:16.261-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="best husband ever" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="local business" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="clothes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advice" /><title>First bit of advice.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/5522921640244641878/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=5522921640244641878&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/5522921640244641878?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/5522921640244641878?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/9KRYH29eooU/first-bit-of-advice.html" title="First bit of advice." /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Stop breathing weird in the next room. I can hear it and it's irritating.Now for the first reader question, from kbfenner, who I love, because she reads both of my blogs. Which means she is also very smart. She writes:Wow--I was starting to think this was the Monthly Digress. Too much ShopTarting....tsk tsk.My question is what the heck do y'all wear under those flimsy silk spaghetti strap tanks &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/9KRYH29eooU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/06/first-bit-of-advice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08FRnY7cSp7ImA9WxJWEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-6090855076651282174</id><published>2009-06-17T23:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:30:17.809-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-17T23:30:17.809-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advice" /><title>My Advice About Everything! And More!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/6090855076651282174/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=6090855076651282174&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/6090855076651282174?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/6090855076651282174?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/id-WQtY175Q/my-advice-about-everything-and-more.html" title="My Advice About Everything! And More!" /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">I have this fantasy. I want an advice column. It would be funny. And brilliant, I'm sure. I need practice, though. So...here's a thought. Maybe you are all too irritated with me, because I've neglected this blog for far too long, but I hope you aren't, because I like you. I do!I also love sharing my opinion and may need to do less of that when it's unsolicited. But...what if I had a whole advice &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/id-WQtY175Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/06/my-advice-about-everything-and-more.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ASXk-fSp7ImA9WxJQGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-2521592242738292839</id><published>2009-06-02T14:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:44:08.755-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-02T15:44:08.755-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="housewife insanity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="best husband ever" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boredom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="babies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><title>It's just hair.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/2521592242738292839/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=2521592242738292839&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/2521592242738292839?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/2521592242738292839?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/3Ca6KiN2Mv0/its-just-hair.html" title="It's just hair." /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">One summer, I let my children get faux-hawks. For the unfamiliar, the faux-hawk is a classic cut involving spiky hair in a strip down the middle and buzzed sides. Because the sides aren't shaved, the style can be converted into a church-ready 'do by removing the gel. The first faux-hawks happened when the Tank was a baby. School had just let out for the summer, we didn't have a routine (like we &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/3Ca6KiN2Mv0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/06/its-just-hair.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UHQn06eSp7ImA9WxJQE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-1170459488362612709</id><published>2009-05-26T13:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:53:53.311-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-26T16:53:53.311-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="best husband ever" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Notes from the X-Man" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><title>Bad idea, ladies.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/1170459488362612709/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=1170459488362612709&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/1170459488362612709?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/1170459488362612709?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/N0nJGS6nKxo/bad-idea-ladies.html" title="Bad idea, ladies." /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">So, a friend of ours was enjoying an adult beverage on the porch of a popular bar in Five Points recently. Apparently, it was his lucky day, because he ended up chatting with three attractive young things, roommates. One of them mentioned her pending DUI*. Our friend asked if she had a lawyer (God bless people like him!) and, lo and behold, she had retained the best guy in town, TF."Oh," our dear&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/N0nJGS6nKxo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/05/bad-idea-ladies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEECRHw6fyp7ImA9WxJREko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-1452351547077041285</id><published>2009-05-13T14:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:44:25.217-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-13T23:44:25.217-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="housewife insanity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="best husband ever" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="overheard" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><title>Ouch.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/1452351547077041285/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=1452351547077041285&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/1452351547077041285?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/1452351547077041285?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/0GB3nifkKDY/ouch.html" title="Ouch." /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Saturday night, my husband and I went to a party. It was a grown-up party, the kind  you have to pay money to attend (for a good cause and all that.) Unlike the bona fide adults we are, we decided to go to Bar None for a vague after-party.1. We are too old for any after-party, unless it involves a cup of warm tea and an old episode of Law and Order.2. Bar None? In Five Points? What were we &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/0GB3nifkKDY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/05/ouch.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08CQX0_eCp7ImA9WxJSFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-2422636731399491118</id><published>2009-05-04T14:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:37:40.340-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-04T15:37:40.340-04:00</app:edited><title>More toddler fun and a short work update.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/2422636731399491118/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=2422636731399491118&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/2422636731399491118?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/2422636731399491118?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/d1AFRQ3A7f4/more-toddler-fun-and-short-work-update.html" title="More toddler fun and a short work update." /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Over the last week, I've composed a hundred posts in my head. That's an exaggeration, but you get it. I love my job, I really do. I'm trying to find people to help me do it, so if you know someone who wants to be in ad sales on commission, do let me know. I'm also looking for a free intern and I give great recommendation. So...call me!I know what you all want to know. Just how is the potty &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/d1AFRQ3A7f4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/05/more-toddler-fun-and-short-work-update.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IGQ30_fCp7ImA9WxJTFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-6703762210674326552</id><published>2009-04-25T15:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:32:02.344-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-25T16:32:02.344-04:00</app:edited><title>Thanks?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/6703762210674326552/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=6703762210674326552&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/6703762210674326552?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/6703762210674326552?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/Dk316b85yzs/thanks.html" title="Thanks?" /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">I was at Starbucks the other day, loading up my herbal tea with honey. Yup. Still on the herbal tea. Haven't had coffee since my big detox. But I digress. So, I'm loading up my tea and this young woman, mid- to late-twenties, approaches me from the side."Could you be any skinner?"I could tell from her tone she meant it as a compliment and I took it as one, but I didn't know how to answer. Now &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/Dk316b85yzs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/04/thanks.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YESXw6eCp7ImA9WxJTFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-4444088896392842470</id><published>2009-04-22T13:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:31:48.210-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-22T14:31:48.210-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="housewife insanity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><title>Do what?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/4444088896392842470/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=4444088896392842470&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/4444088896392842470?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/4444088896392842470?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/iiE7N9tDTQw/do-what.html" title="Do what?" /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">99¢ KIDS HELPMEAL WANTEDPART TIMEWhat's the deal with the strange Burger King signs? They need to include something about this in the training manual. Or maybe they need a new department. If I wrote the manual, I would include these rules.Be careful when you climb on the ladder to do the sign.When you're finished, climb down carefully and read the sign.Ask someone else to read the sign. Maybe a &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/iiE7N9tDTQw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/04/do-what.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IGQ344fCp7ImA9WxJTEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-7366984508419270753</id><published>2009-04-19T22:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:45:22.034-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-19T22:45:22.034-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wellbutrin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="housewife insanity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="regret" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="enlightenment" /><title>I'm a big loser! And I'm okay with that!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/7366984508419270753/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=7366984508419270753&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/7366984508419270753?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/7366984508419270753?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/TvbxqB7hP0U/im-big-loser-and-im-okay-with-that.html" title="I'm a big loser! And I'm okay with that!" /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">So, as you may or may not have noticed, I haven't blogged in almost a week. At least one person noticed and he harangued me about it last night at the Soirée du Soleil. I was flattered beyond belief. I had a little Sally Field moment in my head. Thank you, kind sir. Anyhow, I feel bad. Sort of. I don't actually feel bad, because I know I'm not perfect. I set a goal when I started this blog: I &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/TvbxqB7hP0U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/04/im-big-loser-and-im-okay-with-that.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMCRX48eSp7ImA9WxVaF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-6022842224280706194</id><published>2009-04-13T22:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:34:24.071-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-14T13:34:24.071-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cuteness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="potty training" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="babies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><title>So, you want to know how the potty trainingis going?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/6022842224280706194/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=6022842224280706194&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/6022842224280706194?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/6022842224280706194?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/wDaAkx0q0n8/so-you-want-to-know-how-potty.html" title="So, you want to know how the potty trainingis going?" /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">I'll tell you how it's going. Not that great. But not that bad, either. At the beginning of last week, when we informed the Tank that his diapers were too small (except for at night, when they miraculously fit), he avoided wetting his pants about ten percent of the time. Score: Potty 1, The Tank 9. The next day, Team Potty did a little better, scoring about 2 to the Tank's 8. A week later, &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/wDaAkx0q0n8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/04/so-you-want-to-know-how-potty.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UBRH49fCp7ImA9WxVaE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-9062452808472341790</id><published>2009-04-10T15:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:27:35.064-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-10T16:27:35.064-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="housewife insanity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="best husband ever" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="local business" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cooking" /><title>Chocolate-covered bacon. Hell yeah.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/9062452808472341790/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=9062452808472341790&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/9062452808472341790?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/9062452808472341790?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/a73vcblEnoA/chocolate-covered-bacon-hell-yeah.html" title="Chocolate-covered bacon. Hell yeah." /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3634/3428984869_cc3d599eb5_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">So, down in Charleston recently, I popped into Ted's Butcher Block to pick up a salad. I'm trying to eat healthy. Know why? So I can eat stuff like chocolate-covered bacon while patting myself on the back and murmuring,"Oh, dear, you are so healthy. You deserve this little treat. You are so special!"While I was waiting for my salad, a lady came in with a really cute dog, possibly a French Bulldog&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/a73vcblEnoA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/04/chocolate-covered-bacon-hell-yeah.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8DSHY7fSp7ImA9WxVaEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-2300048966219640050</id><published>2009-04-07T16:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:57:59.805-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-07T16:57:59.805-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="potty training" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="best husband ever" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="totally gross" /><title>Worst way to potty train ever.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/2300048966219640050/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=2300048966219640050&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/2300048966219640050?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/2300048966219640050?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/WqnPLiXK2sc/worst-way-to-potty-train-ever.html" title="Worst way to potty train ever." /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3592/3422343420_be66448196_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">What you are about to read is not good parenting, not at all. But we, the parents of the Tank, are tired of diapers. The Tank is not tired of them at all, but we don't care. Please click on the ads on this page as we are going to need a ton of money for therapy, now that we have decided to ruin his life. So, here it is, the worst potty training method ever...drumroll...wait for it...We started &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/WqnPLiXK2sc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/04/worst-way-to-potty-train-ever.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUINRX07eip7ImA9WxVbGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-7608530988173427814</id><published>2009-04-05T10:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:06:34.302-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-05T12:06:34.302-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="local business" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Motto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advice" /><title>My new motto.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/7608530988173427814/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=7608530988173427814&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/7608530988173427814?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/7608530988173427814?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/OSRDtupvK1A/my-new-motto.html" title="My new motto." /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">The other day, I was at Pout stocking up on stuff to take to the beach (Litchfield - yay!) and I ran into someone I really admire. I won't tell you who it is, because I'm going to quote her and I didn't ask, although what she said was brilliant.She recently spoke to a bunch of USC Honors College students about the importance of projecting a professional image. She tried to do them a favor, &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/OSRDtupvK1A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/04/my-new-motto.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMMRng8eCp7ImA9WxVbF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-6865981428093360769</id><published>2009-04-02T22:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:58:07.670-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-02T22:58:07.670-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="irritants" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advice" /><title>The voice in my head.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/6865981428093360769/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=6865981428093360769&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/6865981428093360769?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/6865981428093360769?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/2FWyLZtkxUo/voice-in-my-head.html" title="The voice in my head." /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">My sister came over last night wearing a t-shirt that read,"Phone is ringing. Oh my god."You know that song. It’s in your head now, isn’t it? And you are powerless to stop it. If you don’t already own it, you’re looking for it on YouTube right this second. At my advanced age, I forget things. I couldn’t remember who did the song. I thought Beastie Boys, but added,“I hear Q-Tip in my head.”“Wow.” &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/2FWyLZtkxUo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/04/voice-in-my-head.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIBQXs7eCp7ImA9WxVbFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-9066188419325825648</id><published>2009-03-30T21:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:45:50.500-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-30T22:45:50.500-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cuteness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seventies cookbooks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="local business" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quinoa Week 2009" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="babies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cooking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="enlightenment" /><title>Quinoa Week comes to an anti-climactic close.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/9066188419325825648/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=9066188419325825648&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/9066188419325825648?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/9066188419325825648?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/m0z2jGIbemg/quinoa-week-comes-to-anti-climactic.html" title="Quinoa Week comes to an anti-climactic close." /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3544/3399575262_6edda0a936_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Well. I don't love this recipe, but I liked it. And it was all I had the energy to make after a few days in Charleston for their Fashion Week. According to the Weekly Beet, I may be suffering from PFST. I agree with this diagnosis and must acknowledge that I may also be suffering from PCFS*. To aid my recovery, I'm eating nice and clean and avoiding alcohol, for at least a few days. I am &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/PMzfNtHG554" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/03/excellent-advice-about-lice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cHRnw7fyp7ImA9WxVUGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-9135249486060014885</id><published>2009-03-24T14:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:57:17.207-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-24T19:57:17.207-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quinoa Week 2009" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cooking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>I love my life and I love me some quinoa.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/9135249486060014885/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=9135249486060014885&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/9135249486060014885?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/9135249486060014885?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/qoqTbgsuSLg/i-love-my-life-and-i-love-me-some.html" title="I love my life and I love me some quinoa." /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3585/3380100936_4f01780d52_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Remember how you boiled a bunch of quinoa at the beginning of the week and kept it in a closed container in the fridge so you could use it as needed without having to boil it every time? Well, first of all, I think it would be nice if we could boil the hugest pot of it ever, divide it into freezer bags and take it out of the freezer as needed. Is this a good or bad idea? Discuss.For the last two &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/qoqTbgsuSLg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/03/i-love-my-life-and-i-love-me-some.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8BQH0_eCp7ImA9WxVUGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-815737845629736494</id><published>2009-03-22T21:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:27:31.340-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-24T15:27:31.340-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="irritants" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="best husband ever" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quinoa Week 2009" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="exercise" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cooking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>What does he mean?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/815737845629736494/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=815737845629736494&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/815737845629736494?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/815737845629736494?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/uZlxuP5cttw/what-does-he-mean.html" title="What does he mean?" /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">My dear husband TF "almost wants" to do a lot of stuff, as in,"I almost want another helping of that pork roast."or"I almost want to keep fresh basil above the sink all the time. It smells so good."or, the most annoying one my personal favorite,"I almost want to break Lent and have just one beer."I fail to understand how you can almost want to do something. I mean, either you want to do it, you &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/lgCZoEM3VCw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/03/more-words-i-hate-and-more-quinoa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4HR3oyeip7ImA9WxVUFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-167742574206022233</id><published>2009-03-17T21:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:48:56.492-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-20T14:48:56.492-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="point and shoot inside photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="local business" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quinoa Week 2009" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recipes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Leica C-Lux2" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Groceries" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Quinoa Week 2009!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/167742574206022233/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=167742574206022233&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/167742574206022233?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/167742574206022233?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/PJ586vCA_aE/quinoa-week-2009.html" title="Quinoa Week 2009!" /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3443/3366228579_b812005e33_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">So. I love quinoa. I really do. It's a nutty grain, chock-full of complete protein. That's a lie. It's not a grain. It's seeds. But still, it's delicious and I love it. To participate in quinoa week, you will need to boil a large pot of quinoa and refrigerate it, cooked, in a sealed bowl. If you are going to eat quinoa every single day for a week with me, you'll want to pre-boil it, because I &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~4/DKszOlLhGtA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thedailydigress.com/2009/03/guess-whos-back-and-he-better-be-nice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYBSHY5fCp7ImA9WxVVF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460911.post-4065173283558703220</id><published>2009-03-10T13:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:45:59.824-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-10T13:45:59.824-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="irritants" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cars" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advice" /><title>I really like nice people. And sometimes I am not one.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thedailydigress.com/feeds/4065173283558703220/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460911&amp;postID=4065173283558703220&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/4065173283558703220?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460911/posts/default/4065173283558703220?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Mdpr/~3/JjugFUEkk6w/i-really-like-nice-people-and-sometimes.html" title="I really like nice people. And sometimes I am not one." /><author><name>Anne Wolfe Postic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696674672773945153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_x0Y8ZRDZk/SbA8-3-jAiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/JVPlhevdbb8/S220/Me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><content type="html">I like to think those of you who have known me for years would say I've gotten nicer. Well, I'd like to think you found me kind and generous all along, but...anyhow, no need to leave a comment praising me for improvement. And if you think I'm an a-hole, well, what do you want me to do about it?Anyhow, I do think that niceness begets niceness, so I try. The other day, I was thrilled to score a &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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