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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-what-i-did-last-month-besides.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-2361080946855163983</id><published>2009-07-09T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:18:28.068-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="married" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bad things" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="offspring" /><title type="text">If you saw this thing you wouldn't be laughing</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2361080946855163983/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=2361080946855163983" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/2361080946855163983" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/2361080946855163983" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/rCkvAjiuY0g/if-you-saw-this-thing-you-wouldnt-be.html" title="If you saw this thing you wouldn't be laughing" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><content type="html">Last week as the girls and I were getting ready to leave for an errand, I was attacked by a wasp. For those of you who think I'm exaggerating (and I've been known to on occasion) let me just say I'm not embellishing in the least here, this thing was as big as my palm and its head was the size of a marble. I could see its hairy legs kicking around, and I swear as it came at me it hissed, "Get &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-saw-this-thing-you-wouldnt-be.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-2163916033313425999</id><published>2009-06-29T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:15:26.750-07:00</updated><title type="text">Just Say No, No, No: Amy Winehouse's New Line of Greeting Cards and Wrapping Paper</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2163916033313425999/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=2163916033313425999" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/2163916033313425999" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/2163916033313425999" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/DHxNBaKHViU/just-say-no-no-no-amy-winehouses-new.html" title="Just Say No, No, No: Amy Winehouse's New Line of Greeting Cards and Wrapping Paper" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3XX_TTjgN8/Skl0q4qDeyI/AAAAAAAAA0E/XrSIXpParGQ/s72-c/amy-winehouse-greeting-cards-wrapping-paper-emi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><content type="html">I have a new post up at MamaPop about Amy Winehouse getting her very own line of greeting cards and wrapping paper. For some reason this makes me want to down a bottle of tequila.So I'm wondering how the product meeting went, the one where they came up with the idea to market a line of Amy Winehouse greeting cards and wrapping paper. I'm thinking someone suggested a line of flasks, or perhaps a &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-say-no-no-no-amy-winehouses-new.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-2995195935086068856</id><published>2009-06-25T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:32:04.064-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="things i love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loss" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><title type="text">Michael Jackson</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2995195935086068856/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=2995195935086068856" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/2995195935086068856" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/2995195935086068856" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/DuAkgcMjJGo/michael-jackson.html" title="Michael Jackson" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><content type="html">I heard this on the radio today and almost burst into tears. I grew up listening to Michael Jackson. I don't care what anyone says, the guy was a freakin' genius when it came to songwriting. I'm going to miss him.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .tags: michael jackson | i'll be there | jackson 5 &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-figured-out-what-to-do-with-kids.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-1661965101447705266</id><published>2009-06-11T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:49:08.006-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="television" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mamapop" /><title type="text">Gordon Ramsay, You've Been Served.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1661965101447705266/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=1661965101447705266" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/1661965101447705266" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/1661965101447705266" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/9vrdGIYDRv4/gordon-ramsay-youve-been-served.html" title="Gordon Ramsay, You've Been Served." /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3XX_TTjgN8/SjFZ58pqsII/AAAAAAAAAzc/Saa-OSgeEiM/s72-c/gordon-ramsay.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">My newest post is up on MamaPop and it's titled, "Turns Out Gordon Ramsay Really IS an Asshole." Well, I guess that kind of explains it all.Ever since Matlock went off the air I'd been looking for a new TV show to occupy my time. That changed a few years ago when Hell's Kitchen came on the scene and I'd tune in every week to see Gordon Ramsay berate, belittle and bully his lowly contestants until&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/gordon-ramsay-youve-been-served.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-4191600688904318779</id><published>2009-05-19T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:00:19.329-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="genlux" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="interviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tweens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="offspring" /><title type="text">Here's one of those posts where I try and make my life look interesting</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4191600688904318779/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=4191600688904318779" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/4191600688904318779" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/4191600688904318779" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/0ksD_NjK92U/heres-one-of-those-posts-where-i-try.html" title="Here's one of those posts where I try and make my life look interesting" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3XX_TTjgN8/ShMYkSovxMI/AAAAAAAAAy8/t8IumxnwIFY/s72-c/IMG_0907.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><content type="html">I'm going to write one of those entries that condenses the events of the past few weeks or so into a few short, neat paragraphs. This makes my life look way more interesting than it is because it's action-packed and gives the impression that I'm doing something other than updating my Facebook profile every five minutes. You may even say to yourself, "Holy crap that Sweatpantsmom has got an &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/heres-one-of-those-posts-where-i-try.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-7929904842278512770</id><published>2009-05-11T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:48:13.666-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mamapop" /><title type="text">I Think About Denise Richards So You Don't Have to</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7929904842278512770/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=7929904842278512770" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/7929904842278512770" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/7929904842278512770" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/aKN6GonfLb4/i-think-about-denise-richards-so-you.html" title="I Think About Denise Richards So You Don't Have to" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3XX_TTjgN8/Sgi0DX_ghZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/553r27EPgL8/s72-c/denise-richards-ballgame.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><content type="html">My latest post is up over on MamaPop, and in it I ponder the enigma that is Denise Richards. Why is she so famous? Who asked her to sing? Did she really ask for Charlie Sheen's sperm?  Some may call it an obsession, but I just call it the musings of a concerned citizen.You can read more, and listen to Denise sing over here.Let's just say she's no Susan Boyle.And speaking of Susan Boyle, &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-about-denise-richards-so-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-4635370704520515447</id><published>2009-04-23T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:25:05.832-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tweens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="offspring" /><title type="text">What a girl wants</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4635370704520515447/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=4635370704520515447" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/4635370704520515447" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/4635370704520515447" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/wpGevTbfq-Q/what-girl-wants.html" title="What a girl wants" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3XX_TTjgN8/SfBDVr5e--I/AAAAAAAAAyE/UoQPU0Gv-j8/s72-c/capo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><content type="html">Kira turned thirteen last week and I vowed a week of posts about her, but as you can see that hasn't happened.  Not that it would matter to her, since she would be perfectly happy if I never mentioned her on my blog, ever.  Apparently there are some people who just don't like having every little detail of their life splattered across the internet for strangers to see.  Strange, I know.  I would &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-girl-wants.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-4250307479034784217</id><published>2009-04-17T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:46:14.866-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="l.a. moms blog" /><title type="text">LA Moms Blog: I wouldn't know a celebrity if they moved in next door to me</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4250307479034784217/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=4250307479034784217" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/4250307479034784217" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/4250307479034784217" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/V-6-PxBrToI/la-moms-blog-i-wouldnt-know-celebrity.html" title="LA Moms Blog: I wouldn't know a celebrity if they moved in next door to me" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3XX_TTjgN8/SejeicLYUUI/AAAAAAAAAx0/APaAND7C5O4/s72-c/celebrity-3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">I know I promised a week of posts about Kira, but that'll have to wait until next week since I'm busy preparing for the 20 teen girls who are going to descend on our house tomorrow for her 13th birthday party.  So my current post on the LA Moms Blog will have to do. Besides, I thought many of you would probably rather check out a half-naked picture of my good friend David Boreanaz anyways.Almost &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-moms-blog-i-wouldnt-know-celebrity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-6828985253458292207</id><published>2009-04-14T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:16:51.208-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tweens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="offspring" /><title type="text">Let me tell you about Kira</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6828985253458292207/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=6828985253458292207" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/6828985253458292207" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/6828985253458292207" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/jU5HG7P692Q/let-me-tell-you-about-kira.html" title="Let me tell you about Kira" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3XX_TTjgN8/SeUBegKoWoI/AAAAAAAAAxs/E9zgzZis7LQ/s72-c/bday.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><content type="html">Kira turns 13 this week, and in honor of her becoming a teenager I'm going to do a week of posts about her. I'm also thinking of relaxing the No Reading My Blog rule, so that she can see what people are talking about when they walk up to her and say things like, "That was so funny what your mom said about you," and "If my mom said those things about me in public I'd DIE."  Also, I'm hoping it'll &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-me-tell-you-about-kira.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-5996917435670127664</id><published>2009-04-12T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:14:53.120-07:00</updated><title type="text">Happy Easter!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5996917435670127664/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=5996917435670127664" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/5996917435670127664" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/5996917435670127664" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/sO6vBu1_Kss/happy-easter.html" title="Happy Easter!" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3XX_TTjgN8/SeJZlPXBj9I/AAAAAAAAAxc/OBSohdpQ7ho/s72-c/easter.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">This Easter greeting is brought to you by Kiyomi and her Easter Bunny brownies with the almond ears and whipped cream tails.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-7161789563483006814</id><published>2009-04-07T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:57:29.089-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="genlux" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrity" /><title type="text">I don't mind if you just look at the pictures</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7161789563483006814/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=7161789563483006814" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/7161789563483006814" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/7161789563483006814" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/nftAUpdjJvE/i-dont-mind-if-you-just-look-at.html" title="I don't mind if you just look at the pictures" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3XX_TTjgN8/SdvLITFUJFI/AAAAAAAAAxU/0QZvEMsZxkI/s72-c/mischa-barton-cover.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><content type="html">The current issue of Genlux magazine with my interview with Mischa Barton is on the newsstands.  I just want to take this opportunity to say what an awesome experience it's been working with Genlux - such an incredibly talented group of people, putting out an extraordinarily beautiful magazine that I would certainly buy even if I didn't get mine for free.  Of course, then I might not be able to &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-mind-if-you-just-look-at.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-1395538197525250366</id><published>2009-04-05T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:02:06.290-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="middle school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tweens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="offspring" /><title type="text">News Flash: Rejection Sucks. Especially for 10-year-olds</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1395538197525250366/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=1395538197525250366" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/1395538197525250366" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/1395538197525250366" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/nMz9kAVrgM4/rejection-its-what.html" title="News Flash: Rejection Sucks. Especially for 10-year-olds" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><content type="html">The letter came yesterday.Kiyomi never really cares about the mail - in fact she's heard Rigel and I curse enough times when we receive our bills to know that the mailman is really just the grim reaper in an ill-fitting blue uniform.  But since she knew the letters had been sent out, she'd been camped out near our mail box all morning. By the time it finally came she could hardly contain herself,&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/rejection-its-what.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-2070284793091388712</id><published>2009-03-31T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:33:17.200-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title type="text">My life is like a motorized bar stool</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2070284793091388712/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=2070284793091388712" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/2070284793091388712" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/2070284793091388712" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/66G_TQbrCdU/my-life-is-like-motorized-bar-stool.html" title="My life is like a motorized bar stool" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3XX_TTjgN8/SdKiWA4Kn1I/AAAAAAAAAvk/7FeRjtNEq7s/s72-c/motorized-bar-stool-lawn-mower.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><content type="html">Today I saw what had to be the best story ever in the history of the internet.  Kile Wygle of Ohio was arrested for drunk driving on his bar stool. Yes you heard me. Apparently Kile had taken a bar stool, attached it to a lawn mower and was using it as his own little happy hour shuttle.  Police responded to reports of a crash, and found he had wrecked his stoolmobile after consuming 13 &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-life-is-like-motorized-bar-stool.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-2889347192627687088</id><published>2009-03-27T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:15:04.189-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tweens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="l.a. moms blog" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="offspring" /><title type="text">LA Moms Blog: Help! My Kid's a Vegetarian!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2889347192627687088/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=2889347192627687088" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/2889347192627687088" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/2889347192627687088" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/ZdpX44mSca8/la-moms-blog-help-my-kids-vegetarian.html" title="LA Moms Blog: Help! My Kid's a Vegetarian!" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3XX_TTjgN8/Sc1NZhxKS1I/AAAAAAAAAvc/ro-xSnp9Gjg/s72-c/no-cows+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><content type="html">My apologies to my vegetarian friends out there, but I have to confess that when Kira decided to stop eating meat I considered it a parental failure on my part.  The fact that I wasn't able to pass on my love of bacon or impart to her the importance of appreciating a good steak?  I may as well have deprived her of other important life skills, like learning to walk or knowing how to cry when she &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-moms-blog-help-my-kids-vegetarian.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-3496808987698756657</id><published>2009-03-20T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:51:55.096-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="genlux" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="interviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tweens" /><title type="text">Mischa Barton doesn't feel my pain</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3496808987698756657/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=3496808987698756657" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/3496808987698756657" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/3496808987698756657" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/G8jnJ_rHNrY/mischa-barton-doesnt-feel-my-pain.html" title="Mischa Barton doesn't feel my pain" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3XX_TTjgN8/ScNl5gVrmNI/AAAAAAAAAvI/pwDj75_zOdY/s72-c/IMG_0659.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><content type="html">A few weeks ago I interviewed Mischa Barton, and for those of you whose first question when I mentioned I'd be having lunch with her was, "Is she anorexic?" the answer is, no. And for the others whose first question was, "Couldn't they find a professional to do the interview?" the answer is again, no, and believe it or not some people actually find my nervous laugh and occasional drooling &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/03/mischa-barton-doesnt-feel-my-pain.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-6449233911672107617</id><published>2009-03-13T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:41:04.935-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="things i love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><title type="text">Hot, sexy conversation about nuts, cheese and ham</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6449233911672107617/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=6449233911672107617" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/6449233911672107617" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/6449233911672107617" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/r1BHtLxh4Dk/hot-sexy-conversation-about-nuts-cheese.html" title="Hot, sexy conversation about nuts, cheese and ham" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><content type="html">A couple of weeks ago I was talking to some friends and the subject of Trader Joes came up.  Specifically how awful their parking lot is, and after we spent a few minutes sharing our stories and we had a good cry, someone mentioned that no matter how bad it got it was worth it because she couldn't live without her Trader Joes trail mix.  Then another person said how much they loved, loved, loved &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot-sexy-conversation-about-nuts-cheese.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-435695800835450462</id><published>2009-02-20T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:57:28.721-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="genlux" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="interviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrity" /><title type="text">I can get you a copy for free if you want one</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/435695800835450462/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=435695800835450462" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/435695800835450462" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/435695800835450462" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/mRbaXkvcXnA/i-can-get-you-copy-for-free-if-you-want.html" title="I can get you a copy for free if you want one" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3XX_TTjgN8/SZ80hNoe9YI/AAAAAAAAAu4/aDoYZ-g8SdA/s72-c/paz-vega-cover.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><content type="html">This is old news now, but the interview I did with Paz Vega for Genlux way back when is on the newsstands now. In fact, it's been on the newsstands for awhile - it's probably been pushed to the back of the rack to make room for the five-thousand magazines that have cover stories on that woman who had eight babies and already has something like fifty other kids at home.This interview stands out &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-can-get-you-copy-for-free-if-you-want.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-5321674954811241821</id><published>2009-02-13T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:58:13.680-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="offspring" /><title type="text">12-years-old and already on tour with a rock band</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5321674954811241821/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=5321674954811241821" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/5321674954811241821" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/5321674954811241821" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/ycpsFcG_brY/12-years-old-and-already-on-tour-with.html" title="12-years-old and already on tour with a rock band" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><content type="html">I've written here before about Kira's intense obsession with the Ting Tings, an English band that got its big break when they were featured in an iPod commercial last year.   We took the girls to see them in concert, and since then Kira's frenzy hasn't died down one bit. She spends an unhealthy amount of time chatting online with friends about the band, checking out their website and making lists&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-moms-blog-flung-into-mosh-pit-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-4452927293146465197</id><published>2009-02-03T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T02:47:32.016-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tweens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="offspring" /><title type="text">Doing our part to stimulate the economy</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4452927293146465197/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=4452927293146465197" title="22 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/4452927293146465197" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/4452927293146465197" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/aYL63aDmwCM/doing-our-part-to-stimulate-economy.html" title="Doing our part to stimulate the economy" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3XX_TTjgN8/SYgd1lqehOI/AAAAAAAAAtw/sKWTVj6RGlc/s72-c/cuss-jar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total><content type="html">Rigel and I were reading in bed the other night, and Kiyomi came barging in waving a can with a Post-It attached. She likes to do this, barge in while waving things around, so we didn't think much of it until she said this:Okay, listen up, people.   Here's a cuss jar.  Everytime you swear, you have to pay!   And I'll even be listening after I go to bed.   I need to make some money.We don't swear &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/doing-our-part-to-stimulate-economy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-5588733126562345223</id><published>2009-01-20T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:24:36.567-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="things i love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title type="text">'We have chosen hope over fear'</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sweatpantsmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5588733126562345223/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9841971&amp;postID=5588733126562345223" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/5588733126562345223" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9841971/posts/default/5588733126562345223" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gRFr/~3/E7ztHrC9Afg/we-have-chosen-hope-over-fear.html" title="'We have chosen hope over fear'" /><author><name>sweatpantsmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07501709308470188925" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3XX_TTjgN8/SXYj_4WjTmI/AAAAAAAAAtc/rm6I1F6f9a4/s72-c/president-barack-obama-inauguration.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><content type="html">I kept Kira and Kiyomi home from school today to watch the inauguration, and I'm so glad I did.  I wanted them to see this historical event uninterrupted by reading assignments, or passing period bells, or flying spitballs.  Rigel went into work a little late, and the four of us sat together and witnessed Barack Obama being sworn in as our 44th president.Aside for some whoops and cheers for Obama&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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