<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 07 Oct 2024 06:04:21 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Humor, Satire, Slam 101</title><description>Never a dull moment in this reality!</description><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-5136768628557685520</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2014 08:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-03T03:12:39.083-05:00</atom:updated><title>Wells Fargo </title><atom:summary type="text">Someone I know had lost her husband to cancer last Feb. He left enough insurance money so she could pay the house off which she did right away. Wells Fargo knowingly owes her money from the equity on the house. However even though they asked for and were sent the proper paper work the morons sent her a check in her and her husbands name. She cannot cash her check since her husband cannot endorse </atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2014/08/wells-fargo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-7198779157208694174</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Sep 2010 22:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-01T15:38:46.002-06:00</atom:updated><title>Going To The Show</title><atom:summary type="text">

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I went to the show recently to see The Last Exorcism. Supposed to be a very spooky movie. I like going to the theatre however, I just can&#39;t stand the ignorant people that also go. You know who you are.

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You are the three idiots who decide that seeing a movie like this is ok for a three year old boy. The boy was quieter than you were. Every time it </atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/09/going-to-show.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_z_BJxHcyiSzNV_YbzxtDkth1xnmUAvIRU5S5GkAlyRGw0Iv_9rWbUU6WwMxVHb7ezQkOFVLMuhXl6UXy17kVlGucZSPXVTmdrnKc-Uou2aRgo7M4nsK1Hl7DinF-8S0VCQvKp_vJpu4/s72-c/zombie.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-7676746098465928785</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Aug 2010 22:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-20T17:18:24.527-05:00</atom:updated><title>To All Drunks</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have gotten drunk a couple times in my life. I&#39;m what they call a happy drunk like my grandfather was. We&#39;re the kind of drunks that have fun and laugh a lot and do things to make others laugh. I know we&#39;re annoying but we don&#39;t talk a lot and don&#39;t cause problems.

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; However there are many people including members of my own family that don&#39;t know</atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-all-drunks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-2789279026941655035</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 May 2010 17:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-09T12:31:06.598-05:00</atom:updated><title>2010  Census</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Answer me this. If the census is supposed to be anonymous how are the census takers going to houses where the census wasn&#39;t returned to make people fill them out ?</atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/05/2010-census.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-5055361249536923434</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2010 09:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-28T04:18:50.769-05:00</atom:updated><title>Arizona and the New Law</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The governor signed the new law into effect saying that the police can demand to &quot; see your papers&quot; to prove citizenship if they think you are illegal.

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So let&#39;s see, anyone can be illegal. We&#39;ve got people of all races living here legally. I&#39;m sure we must also have legals here who don&#39;t speak a word of English as I&#39;m sure there are folks living </atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/04/arizona-and-new-law.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-929121415481230570</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2010 19:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-01T14:36:27.339-05:00</atom:updated><title>Nice Bank Scam</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I over drew my checking account. I understand it was my responsibility and my fault, however our bank needs to take responsibility for their part also. What did they do you might ask?

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When the account was opened we asked for monthly statements, we did not get them. My husband went into the bank and asked for the previous 4 statements and that we </atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/04/nice-bank-scam.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-5163529200213361586</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Feb 2010 23:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-13T17:37:47.636-06:00</atom:updated><title>Kudos To New Reality Show</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just happened to catch this new reality show called &quot; Undercover Boss &quot;. The show consists of a CEO or company owner, going undercover as a new first day employee starting at the bottom. He works for a day at some of his locations where they don&#39;t know him and teach him the job and whatever it is he has to do it.

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have been saying to various </atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/02/kudos-to-new-reality-show.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-5634360693610625599</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 02:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-06T20:13:51.688-06:00</atom:updated><title>What Is Your Major Malfunction?</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It doesn&#39;t matter whether you go to McDonalds or White Castle, they can never get the simplest thing right. It&#39;s not that much to remember at White Castle. When you say you want everything on it that should mean onions, pickle, and their sauce a mixture of mustard and ketsup. Better check your order before you leave cuz they forget the sauce half the time. McDonalds will </atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-your-major-malfunction.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-497242748339891017</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 05:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-31T23:43:21.322-06:00</atom:updated><title>The Second Part of The Post Office</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; First they transferred my call and I found out later I was no longer talking to our towns PO, I was talking to a main office half way across the country. This woman told me the mail was being all sent back at the end of May, and not March like they said before.

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This was even worse because we had someone getting the mail from the box since April. </atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/01/second-part-of-post-office.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-7744448582154174527</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 05:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-31T23:25:42.696-06:00</atom:updated><title>The Post Office</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ll try not to go into too much detail, but I&#39;m very upset about the post office. I fail to understand what is so hard about delivering the mail to the address on the fronts of envelopes.

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It started when my parents died. The house they lived in was empty. We live about 1/2 hour away and were only able to pick up their mail once a week on average</atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/01/post-office.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-2961022905946525723</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jan 2010 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-20T17:16:39.704-06:00</atom:updated><title>No Good Deed, The End</title><atom:summary type="text">
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For various personal reasons it was decided that my daughter needed to move out of our little garden apartment and into my parents house. The handy, homeless man was still there not intending to go anywhere, till my daughter called him again and told him straight out that she would be there at a certain time and if he was still in the house she would have to call the </atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-good-deed-end.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZa-M9BiNmpCugXKGglmabUE_BMd5TxZjspQJUAOwhLFgqryRyCEjN5yhwuD-ebkzQIpQvSjOMciSUS_cqLIObr3lNyZWq5NJVlok5sE-MVT0u4K2tq-u-2cHundCPiaYRoDkT64hj2U/s72-c/qmnonic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-1296110372682997727</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 20:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-14T14:33:47.519-06:00</atom:updated><title>Second Part of &quot;No Good Deed&#39;</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now mind you, I explained to this man exactly what the deal was with him staying here. I told him that it might only be this one month or it could be several months.

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After one month upon visiting the house to pick up our mail, we discovered he hadn&#39;t really done anything but collect beer cans in the living room, and that he had been </atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/01/second-part-of-no-good-deed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqPSujREEfl8IkRThJfh_QHUcu2DQw1DZPUX1Jc73vzTmK9eSvboN0n8lnTZHx2B2osQ2oVuPiOFCMxkgcy4vI-L4g0Ca5GMQ1ovH5OAlOSe691WNWdSoPK2trVZ8aZJ9hbu4UW9M8x58/s72-c/thesnuffstser.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-498446164430026371</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2010 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-09T17:45:21.041-06:00</atom:updated><title>No Good Deed Goes Unpunished</title><atom:summary type="text">
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I lost both my parents early December of 2008 and my sister and I were left the house to sell. The housing markets bad so we haven&#39;t been able to sell it yet. Our lawyer also told us that with the house empty the house insurance would go up. With it in mind that someone should be living there as a house sitter a seemingly great idea came upon me.

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp</atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-good-deed-goes-unpunished.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3lCsukKt6CudDFSq9iH_kP3Z58NF-m6AagrSF-k_2amJTB13YuZNwCS_DYjPXdbW4d5CJrnBMsQDf_v6AhOMlgqbdm9OqHefbDE0yfqy6NJfD3uORRuOTfEIInHmDWGKk3HhJOLEnfo/s72-c/Basykes.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-3591478150097754091</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 23:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-02T18:52:56.895-05:00</atom:updated><title>Shopping With Kids,  The Next Generation</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was a teen in the seventies so you can get an idea of what generation I came from. Now, I remember going shopping with my parents together and individually. I also remember that even before we left the house we were told where we were going and how we were expected to behave, and further what would happen if we didn&#39;t. We did.

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Both my husband </atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2009/04/shopping-with-kids-next-generation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-7986976166912925952</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 00:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-26T19:09:17.689-05:00</atom:updated><title>Large Companies and Their Red Tape</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is almost the beginning of April, my parents died the beginning of last December. They both had life insurance policies from Met Life and we have yet to see the money. Every time I call I have to talk to a different person and none of them so far has been correct in their actions or information.

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Two weeks ago they told me I had </atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2009/03/large-companies-and-their-red-tape.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-6489574427424613716</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 03:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-19T22:38:27.105-05:00</atom:updated><title>My Parents Memorial Service</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My parents have been creamated and are awaiting burial. In the meantime we had a memorial dinner for them at their favorite restaurant.

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I did not make the arrangements so there was some misunderstanding about having a private room, which we did not have. I turned out fine. The food was family style. It was OK but nothing to brag about</atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-parents-memorial-service.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-2162407254000219477</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 23:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-20T17:59:55.079-06:00</atom:updated><title>Let Him Have It!</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I wish all politicians were like this. Now, answer the damn question!
</atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-him-have-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-7910858543691225135</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-18T01:55:08.359-06:00</atom:updated><title>The Fire</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So here&#39;s the story. This happened Sunday morning.

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; From my basement kitchen window I can see the apartment building across the grass, there&#39;s a sidewalk in the middle and it&#39;s really very close. Well, I made myself breakfast and was sitting at my kitchen table. I looked out the window and saw flames about a foot or so high in the kitchen of</atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2008/11/fire.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-1002947454919007033</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 04:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T22:44:21.776-06:00</atom:updated><title>More Fun With AT&amp;T</title><atom:summary type="text"> I got a call from AT&amp;amp;T asking about my recent experience with them. I explained what happened and the man on the phone kept saying&amp;nbsp; What! You&#39;re kidding&quot; He then said that we should be compensated in some way and that he would forward what happened to us to some big wig. That was about three weeks ago and we&#39;ve heard nothing.

To make matters worse, last week our modem broke. I figured </atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-fun-with-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-2787569884088037635</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Oct 2008 20:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-23T16:32:58.821-05:00</atom:updated><title>My Weekend With AT&amp;T</title><atom:summary type="text">  In the wee hours of last Friday I was working on my computer, when all of a sudden I was taken off line and could not get back on. When morning came my husband looked at it and said that they either shut us off, or we had an equipment problem. I hadn&#39;t gotten any shut of notices or calls so we just waited through the day Friday to see if the outage would correct itself.    When the service did </atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-weekend-with-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-1141026521056049075</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 23:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-12T05:05:25.258-05:00</atom:updated><title>Baby Time!</title><atom:summary type="text">

October 1st my daughter had her baby. A perfect little baby boy 18 inches long and 5 lbs. 5 oz.

Her labor was fast we got to the hospital at 11:45 pm and she had the baby at 5:04 pm. How&#39;s that for a first timer?

Create Fake Magazine Covers with your own picture at MagMyPic.com</atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-1607557600072935501</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-30T13:10:13.689-05:00</atom:updated><title>Post Flood</title><atom:summary type="text">

They are here right now to lay my ceramic floor tiles in my kitchen. Finally! Then maybe we can finish arranging the apartment so we can live like human beings again. Even though we know the landlord bought the cheapest tiles the store had, they do look really nice, and they&#39;re a whole lot better than that dark, old, outdoor carpeting we&#39;ve had since we moved in with the big round burn stain </atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2008/09/post-flood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-8031603471360657275</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 13:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-26T09:01:29.834-05:00</atom:updated><title>What If Oprah Interviewed Paris Hilton On Slam 101</title><atom:summary type="text"> Hello, In case you&#39;ve lived in a cave for the past 24 years, I&#39;m OPRAH!!! Everyone, look at me! I can walk on water! Yeah! On today&#39;s show I&#39;ll be talking to Paris Hilton.

&quot;Paris, with the presidential election coming up in November, who will you be voting for?&quot;
 &quot;I&#39;m for me,yeah me!!!&quot;

&quot;This skinny white girls out of her mind. Paris, what do you think of this?&quot;
&quot;I like your belt, and Get Me </atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-if-oprah-interviewed-paris-hilton.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-8312341125506465992</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 09:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-24T04:17:32.157-05:00</atom:updated><title>Taking A Break</title><atom:summary type="text">We&#39;ve got our carpeting down and are just waiting for the bathroom and kitchen tiles to be laid down. The apartment still needs some rearranging but we can&#39;t do anything till the floors are done. So right now we&#39;re taking a couple days to gather our strength back before the baby comes. He&#39;s due Oct.6. It&#39;s been a rough time for all of us but I suspect that it&#39;s only the beginning. I&#39;m going to </atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2008/09/taking-break.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-5361669466224020117</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 05:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-16T01:16:51.805-05:00</atom:updated><title>What Happened After The Flood</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We live in a &quot;garden&quot; apartment, that means basement. With the recent heavy rains our apartment flooded. It turns out that the sump pumps in the two buildings our landlord owns were not working. Before we knew it our apartment became a small pond.&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is my 23 year old daughter who lives with us. She is expecting her first child in about 3 </atom:summary><link>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-happened-after-flood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>