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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 23:36:34 +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>25</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/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/NRbC" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/nrbc" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>blogspot/NRbC</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><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>2010-09-02T17:39:29.480-05:00</atom:updated><title>Going To The Show</title><atom:summary>     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't stand the ignorant people that also go. You know who you are.

    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 looked like something scary would happen</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/FF2jHnctvBw/going-to-show.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/FF2jHnctvBw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/09/going-to-show.html</feedburner:origLink></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>     I have gotten drunk a couple times in my life. I'm what they call a happy drunk like my grandfather was. We're the kind of drunks that have fun and laugh a lot and do things to make others laugh. I know we're annoying but we don't talk a lot and don't cause problems.

     However there are many people including members of my own family that don't know when to stop drinking. Wave a bottle in</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/NS8VqS0b900/to-all-drunks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/NS8VqS0b900" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-all-drunks.html</feedburner:origLink></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>     Answer me this. If the census is supposed to be anonymous how are the census takers going to houses where the census wasn't returned to make people fill them out ?</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/bv_jAougbCk/2010-census.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/bv_jAougbCk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/05/2010-census.html</feedburner:origLink></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>     The governor signed the new law into effect saying that the police can demand to " see your papers" to prove citizenship if they think you are illegal.

     So let's see, anyone can be illegal. We've got people of all races living here legally. I'm sure we must also have legals here who don't speak a word of English as I'm sure there are folks living in other countries who speak perfect </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/dMppAFIxnMM/arizona-and-new-law.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/dMppAFIxnMM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/04/arizona-and-new-law.html</feedburner:origLink></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>     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?

     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 please receive statements from then on. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/kIrLAAm-oSc/nice-bank-scam.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/kIrLAAm-oSc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/04/nice-bank-scam.html</feedburner:origLink></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>     I just happened to catch this new reality show called " Undercover Boss ". 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't know him and teach him the job and whatever it is he has to do it.

     I have been saying to various bosses that I've had in the past that I </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/ovkp6fxvL70/kudos-to-new-reality-show.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/ovkp6fxvL70" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/02/kudos-to-new-reality-show.html</feedburner:origLink></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>     It doesn't matter whether you go to McDonalds or White Castle, they can never get the simplest thing right. It'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 almost always forget</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/mJbtCEnpmxA/what-is-your-major-malfunction.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/mJbtCEnpmxA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-your-major-malfunction.html</feedburner:origLink></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>     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.

     This was even worse because we had someone getting the mail from the box since April. The woman then told me that the PO could</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/RSOS71SurV4/second-part-of-post-office.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/RSOS71SurV4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/01/second-part-of-post-office.html</feedburner:origLink></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>     I'll try not to go into too much detail, but I'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.

     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. They died in early Dec. so we're </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/ZYhAK6Cz0qI/post-office.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/ZYhAK6Cz0qI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/01/post-office.html</feedburner:origLink></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>
     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 police to remove him.

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/_2oFUZiHSa8/no-good-deed-end.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zCRvr6XwqQQ/S1eN9kTKElI/AAAAAAAABpc/OxND_ezlZwA/s72-c/qmnonic.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/_2oFUZiHSa8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-good-deed-end.html</feedburner:origLink></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 "No Good Deed'</title><atom:summary>      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.

     After one month upon visiting the house to pick up our mail, we discovered he hadn't really done anything but collect beer cans in the living room, and that he had been spending a lot of time at the corner tavern. He said</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/EiE6tbr9NGg/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zCRvr6XwqQQ/S09_dK5AmhI/AAAAAAAABpE/e5jSUmkI_zw/s72-c/thesnuffstser.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/EiE6tbr9NGg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/01/second-part-of-no-good-deed.html</feedburner:origLink></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>
     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'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.

      We live in an apartment complex and </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/HsGJwhKEblo/no-good-deed-goes-unpunished.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zCRvr6XwqQQ/S0kUvrqvMvI/AAAAAAAABo8/UklL3R_MVV4/s72-c/Basykes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/HsGJwhKEblo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-good-deed-goes-unpunished.html</feedburner:origLink></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>     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't. We did.

     Both my husband and I have worked in retail and service </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/n8go6eM432o/shopping-with-kids-next-generation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/n8go6eM432o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2009/04/shopping-with-kids-next-generation.html</feedburner:origLink></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>      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.

      Two weeks ago they told me I had not recieved a form from them because they didn't </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/kwBsOXUJCbM/large-companies-and-their-red-tape.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/kwBsOXUJCbM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2009/03/large-companies-and-their-red-tape.html</feedburner:origLink></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>       My parents have been creamated and are awaiting burial. In the meantime we had a memorial dinner for them at their favorite restaurant.

     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. We did not realize that the restaurant had </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/ulgnx5H7xBQ/my-parents-memorial-service.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/ulgnx5H7xBQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-parents-memorial-service.html</feedburner:origLink></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>     I wish all politicians were like this. Now, answer the damn question!
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/lzBC0BHKnWM/let-him-have-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/lzBC0BHKnWM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-him-have-it.html</feedburner:origLink></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>      So here's the story. This happened Sunday morning.

     From my basement kitchen window I can see the apartment building across the grass, there's a sidewalk in the middle and it'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 the basement apartment in the building </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/Lb6U-Ewqp-Q/fire.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/Lb6U-Ewqp-Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2008/11/fire.html</feedburner:origLink></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> I got a call from AT&amp;T asking about my recent experience with them. I explained what happened and the man on the phone kept saying  What! You're kidding" 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've heard nothing.

To make matters worse, last week our modem broke. I figured since we </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/xG1iri4cePo/more-fun-with-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/xG1iri4cePo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-fun-with-at.html</feedburner:origLink></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>  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'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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/kQazRlj4MU4/my-weekend-with-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/kQazRlj4MU4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-weekend-with-at.html</feedburner:origLink></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>

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's that for a first timer?

Create Fake Magazine Covers with your own picture at MagMyPic.com</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/9WZJYd3ZpgY/baby-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/9WZJYd3ZpgY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-time.html</feedburner:origLink></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>

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're a whole lot better than that dark, old, outdoor carpeting we've had since we moved in with the big round burn stain </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/PJPxIA3GRqA/post-flood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/PJPxIA3GRqA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2008/09/post-flood.html</feedburner:origLink></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> Hello, In case you've lived in a cave for the past 24 years, I'm OPRAH!!! Everyone, look at me! I can walk on water! Yeah! On today's show I'll be talking to Paris Hilton.

"Paris, with the presidential election coming up in November, who will you be voting for?"
 "I'm for me,yeah me!!!"

"This skinny white girls out of her mind. Paris, what do you think of this?"
"I like your belt, and Get Me </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/OAUZcruyJV0/what-if-oprah-interviewed-paris-hilton.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/OAUZcruyJV0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-if-oprah-interviewed-paris-hilton.html</feedburner:origLink></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>We'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't do anything till the floors are done. So right now we're taking a couple days to gather our strength back before the baby comes. He's due Oct.6. It's been a rough time for all of us but I suspect that it's only the beginning. I'm going to </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/AAvqy3-EW1g/taking-break.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/AAvqy3-EW1g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2008/09/taking-break.html</feedburner:origLink></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>     We live in a "garden" 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. 

     This is my 23 year old daughter who lives with us. She is expecting her first child in about 3 weeks and has spent the last six months </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/HBp5kKJmvDE/what-happened-after-flood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/HBp5kKJmvDE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-happened-after-flood.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333683092645585494.post-7576058847915471683</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2008 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-01T14:45:58.168-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hello!</title><atom:summary>     Welcome to Slam 101. This is a personal blog mainly for venting. I'm sure every one's run into people or situations that piss you off and you basically do nothing about them. Later upon reflection you think I wish I'd said this, or I wish I'd done that. Well this blog is mainly for wishing I had said and done things that I didn't, and sometimes for wishing I had kept my big mouth closed when</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~3/A6yv6n3kZ-Q/hello.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathleen Milazzo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/NRbC/~4/A6yv6n3kZ-Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://slam101.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

