<?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-6315924973509402943</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 09:38:25 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>fun times</category><category>Fa</category><category>chats</category><category>we&#39;re all alright</category><category>motherhood</category><category>Haiku Friday</category><category>Laundry Room Special</category><category>mother of the year</category><category>depression</category><category>here I go again</category><category>how does that happen?</category><category>a-ha</category><category>come to the pity party</category><category>butterfly watching</category><category>Birthday</category><category>inspiration</category><category>meme</category><category>husband of the year</category><category>Free to be</category><category>mourning</category><category>RT</category><category>a mother&#39;s love</category><category>creative juices</category><category>stupid things</category><category>a girl and her dog</category><category>bloggy love</category><category>mawage</category><category>Twoo Love</category><category>seasons</category><category>A girl and her cats</category><category>Frisk the 15th</category><category>ppd</category><category>the friends that may be</category><category>boobies</category><category>imagine</category><category>music makes the world go round</category><category>the friends that were</category><category>WORK?</category><category>father of the year</category><category>hollow weenie</category><category>too much of a good thing</category><category>vacation...all I ever wanted</category><category>where art thou?</category><category>Companions</category><category>I pledge</category><category>PMS</category><category>PSA</category><category>blog sitting</category><category>think pink</category><category>you say it&#39;s your birthday</category><title>Dirty Laundry</title><description>Airing it out one post at a time.</description><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-2230246669433934173</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 May 2013 21:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-30T17:10:33.907-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">depression</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Laundry Room Special</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mawage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">seasons</category><title>Flowers in the Window</title><atom:summary type="text">Before they met, she was closed up. Detached. Sad.
There were many before him who took her innocence, her naiveté, her spirit.
But she never gave them her heart. She never let them in.
She never opened up like she did with him.
She thought she was destined to live a solitary life.

He changed things.
He helped her see the good in people.
He taught her the joys of a healthy relationship.
He </atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2013/05/flowers-in-window.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-8227742394579975829</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2012 13:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-15T09:21:31.334-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">come to the pity party</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">depression</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">here I go again</category><title>Sunday Blues.</title><atom:summary type="text">The Sunday Blues have turned into the Monday thru Sunday Blues for me.

However, I had a week off and even though it was a bust with medical tests and trying to figure out why I&#39;m dizzy and nauseous all the time...(I think I have the answer)...I STILL had a week off. Heaven.

I got to sleep late (as late as you can with an 8 year old in the house).

I got to get in some extra yoga at home and at </atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/04/sunday-blues.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-3345919157911318284</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-13T09:17:20.336-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">A girl and her cats</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a mother&#39;s love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Companions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">depression</category><title>My little companions...</title><atom:summary type="text">
I was reading this post over at Birth Touch (A blog that I happen to really, really love) about Companion Pets.

I am not a dog lover, as those of you who know RT, know this very well.

But I am a crazy cat lady. CA-RAYZEE. Cat. Lady.

I&#39;d have 100 cats if I could.

I haven&#39;t written regularly on this blog for quite some time so I haven&#39;t really kept up with the kitty stories on here. Tragic, I </atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-little-companions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5osaMKViMTfXs8D2R0XmXDKerAF5SrRe-z0-E57GWihyjZAONJxhSMMwfovdXXQqheeWlVNoQ_HqUcRPEgNKEbFqvrvAembwng3UAkzK4puq3LawelKrq6BtUN98_A56tI-gq1OQr7_w/s72-c/puddinhead.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-7860577981314196697</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2012 21:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-01T17:38:41.735-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a mother&#39;s love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">depression</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ppd</category><title>Retrospect</title><atom:summary type="text">I stumbled upon this very old post and wanted to share it again.

Especially since it resonates off of this last post I&#39;d written just a few short weeks ago for Birth Touch.

I was a mess.

I&#39;m slowly getting better.

Wow, does it take an amazing amount of time and work.

PLEASE. Pass these along to anyone you think might benefit.

They would be written in vain otherwise.&amp;nbsp;


My Sunday gift </atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/04/retrospect.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-8508196815658996874</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2012 13:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-31T09:02:55.275-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chats</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">seasons</category><title>Saturday.</title><atom:summary type="text">This is the first Saturday in forever that we have nothing to do.

Spring is here. Full of promise.

I woke up this morning thinking I had to go to work. I was so thrilled when I realized it wasn&#39;t so.

It&#39;s raining out.

I came downstairs to Fa on the couch watching cartoons. I made coffee. Husband has to work on Saturdays but only for a few more weeks.

Saturday Basketball is over. He was </atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/03/saturday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgprHrSM1duRIRQ0D4Kuv_UBC_N7GLI9Dgb4xKYYvUlVFv8VlMw7tIjKuhJxkKild6eJZAVZKxUDQ1tZKC-yROMHSOIyqIjlimYD_TLepb4O2RkJlFtEKLoc830LztDeqttY9tfYXG3tvk/s72-c/IMG_3347.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-2295950173794954237</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2012 22:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-22T18:42:22.159-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chats</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">how does that happen?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mother of the year</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><title>Hookey Schmookey</title><atom:summary type="text">We were planning to play hookey tomorrow.

Me and my girl.

But as Marsha Brady once said, &quot;Something suddenly came up.&quot;

The kid doesn&#39;t want to miss school.

What she said: There&#39;s a &quot;really special assembly tomorrow and I really don&#39;t want to miss it.&quot;
What I heard: &quot;Mom, you suck. I&#39;d rather spend time at the mill than be with you.&quot;

I know that&#39;s not what she meant.

But dammit if I wasn&#39;t </atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/03/hookey-schmookey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-8541080992733166171</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2012 23:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-07T18:41:46.281-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boobies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Frisk the 15th</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun times</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mourning</category><title>Mammographies Rock.</title><atom:summary type="text">Not really.

But they do help in the early detection of breast cancer. So I go for them every year. Sonograms too. Those, I think I hate worse.

I&#39;ve been going for 10 years now. I started at 30 because my mother passed away from breast cancer when I was 17. 23 years ago. 23. Years. Ago.

I&#39;m living longer without her than I lived with her in my life.

There was a time when I was younger. 17, 18 </atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/03/mammographies-rock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEaWpfku_hfAn3zGfjsheoVLtmGlDgGneurIyz4w2SNRkXzOHc7oiRvwlJhTM0an89epQUNQQvttGOic962EUqOJbYE26kS_IIa7Ag3RFx1F4Gm5HvyY_lEQopOtXz-W1oZX5lqeyPOn8/s72-c/IMG_0477.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-8970723990819084970</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2012 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-01T06:00:02.822-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Birthday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chats</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">come to the pity party</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun times</category><title>So I expected...</title><atom:summary type="text">Ya know. When ya turn a new decade and yer life feels like its in the shitter and you just can&#39;t believe you got this far and feel this low. You kinda expect to squeeze into the new decade kinda like this guys face:






But. Everything&#39;s the same.

I feel the same. My job still sucks. I am still stuck in a rotten situation at work that I can&#39;t get out of and I am the same person as yesterday. </atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/03/so-i-expected.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Qq1MrcIzMEvRVsDxYDv-AlCVf1EpAHR5FkYFwEbNGnEQFYyjV8KG8qP4fPjgwuuIZJi3LuhhzJ8wuyCKVFjx_SC0dj5ziN8ql6D4bKLSXq1_mGpo1MicC-f1r_xwu11sXydqO7pfcCs/s72-c/what+a+rip+off.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-7319953153967837988</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 22:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-29T17:43:03.010-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meme</category><title>Feb Photo A Day the Final Countdown</title><atom:summary type="text">This was hard.

Fun.

But hard.

Fat Mum Slim has the patience of a saint.

So here we go.

The final countdown:





You can totally skip this video if you can already hear the song in your head.







Day 27

(My Birthday...wheee)




What I Ate &quot;Birthday Breakfast Smoothie&quot;


Day 28


Pickle &quot;Money&quot; Jar




Day 29 (Leap Day)


What I&#39;m listening to.I love this man.

SO. That&#39;s that.
February </atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/02/feb-photo-day-final-countdown.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ZuzY8GaqxtXP_M0Yi65KpfPafPAhTboFGzgGV-rxqA13HF6S6UFsB_LstdRvk71XQjdkWaKbES784O4p_ZS-rbgVBMIxzijawP0nCAoICD4JdiifjsMhmbYkeRETN0-Imb9sgT_P7Cc/s72-c/IMG_3473.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-2294486400011790512</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2012 01:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-27T20:12:09.011-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Birthday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun times</category><title>I&#39;m 40 Today</title><atom:summary type="text">I haven&#39;t really said it out loud to many people. I&#39;m still in denial.

&amp;nbsp;Most days I feel 21. Some days I feel 80. 

Today, I&#39;m just happy to be here.

&amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve seen so many people my age not make it past 40 that I just feel grateful that I&#39;m here.

&amp;nbsp;I&#39;m struggling, yes. I am trying to *still* find my way. 
But I&#39;m here and I&#39;m a mom and a wife and a friend and a daughter and a niece </atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-40-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCMR6p6i1l1bWyJXdZYwYHzpPZ6e_cDKwrDLl6nG2OCF0gDO5IUHOtNqFIIKTpQgns9DbVgNm0SrUvioFJZO8h0YG956vH4Ljg78dx_9ldU5nfPgGnkVUthALZwopLoQ9SQAk9e6dEqF8/s72-c/IMG_3414.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-1794576528916158697</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 14:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-25T09:13:17.122-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meme</category><title>February Photo A Day</title><atom:summary type="text">
Day 25




&quot;Green&quot; Sphynx Butt Doodle

Really, it does deserve it&#39;s own post.




</atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/02/february-photo-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjunBk6cOeYldGmXQX1IbJfbPcuOeUXGq0zwWD033hUwYe2zvhH7ktX-BWbvk4sjcfKbSjBg9N-hQaLZ-g18dx4wmVGMEPa9XgphbWI5thW2zuOztpf1JCIbJHUMUjJ8gQS4SFZE0E9Omo/s72-c/IMG_3408.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-1028865815618001111</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2012 12:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-24T07:58:16.299-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meme</category><title>February Photo a Day In more than one day...</title><atom:summary type="text">#febphotoaday From the most adorable Fat Mum Slim is ongoing yet, almost over...I&#39;m sad, yet happy I joined. It was an adventure...


Day 21


Favorite Photo of You. I love this pic of our wedding day...more than 10 years ago...

Day 22


Where you Work. (It&#39;s not a penitentiary, it only feels and looks like one)


Day 23


A pair of my favorite shoes. (I have so many that I didn&#39;t have the </atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/02/february-photo-day-in-more-than-one-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5HvPiCpfs7B3QxZ7pBjJwV0wyntl2Km4OievlYV3HOs2CIvSt3niOWRY5sCmhNba8qsq4X3QPiFbMxAxPk_53k2CHXSt01PXcOnGTKHtRnGXQIeA8y19x16Zi-HAzN2yenvOxNC8744/s72-c/IMG_3405.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-7775288019115776576</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-21T06:00:09.105-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a mother&#39;s love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chats</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">come to the pity party</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">depression</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mourning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">you say it&#39;s your birthday</category><title>February is a time for me to reminisce...</title><atom:summary type="text">Since my birthday is in 6 days, it seems February and the weeks following my birthday makes me melancholy. (it doesn&#39;t take much)...but I&#39;m noticing that my meloncholy state runs throughout the year...

This post was written in Feb. Makes me cry.

This post gives me goosebumps.

This one is a reminder to me every day.

And this one&amp;nbsp;truly opened up my heart and healing for probably the very </atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/02/february-is-time-for-me-to-reminisce.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-484089134526794938</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2012 13:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-20T08:19:26.693-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meme</category><title>February Photo of the Day (Catch up)</title><atom:summary type="text">
I really am diggin&#39; this meme. FatmumSlim&amp;nbsp;is a memegenius. I heart her.



Day 11




Makes Me Happy (Minus my daughter who goes unposted)




Day 12




My Closet (one of them)


Day 13




Blue (Tunnel)


Day 14




Heart (All you need is Love)


Day 15




Phone (I love my catcase)


Day 16




Well, this is &quot;Something New&quot;They&#39;re loving not fighting!


Day 17




&quot;Time&quot; to put the </atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/02/february-photo-of-day-catch-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBs6JTwzOvScc8jsCaAbTTAPWWZxXYPRCBc4kRbrqMXXPLFTC6G2QbS7WaTR4vVwKzX9RUTJ_pvVsDHuPvXQiV8V6nLzq_XyeeduOKny-13-EXA-OXGXDcvuADCIrg95p0YDdf3_Bd6gk/s72-c/IMG_3330.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-149446517733610526</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 23:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-13T19:19:28.957-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">depression</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Laundry Room Special</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ppd</category><title>Post Partum Wha?</title><atom:summary type="text">So, I&#39;m watching my 8 year old get ready for bed the other night. What a mature, independent girl she is turning out to be. She does everything on her own (most of the time) and usually without me begging more than 5 times.

I can&#39;t believe how far we&#39;ve come.

Dancing with her is still my all time favorite thing to do with her...It started unexpectedly, in the living room and we&#39;ve been doing it</atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-partum-wha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><thr:total>31</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-5664067654791628090</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 23:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-11T18:22:24.089-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meme</category><title>Why was six afraid of seven!</title><atom:summary type="text">




...cause 7 8 9!

#febphotoaday


Day 7




Cute as a &quot;button&quot;


Day 8




Shut the #frontdoor


Day 9




Self Portrait &quot;What Hump&quot;


Day 10




Makes me #happy

So there&#39;s that...I&#39;m trying to keep up. This blog is killin&#39; me!




</atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/02/why-was-six-afraid-of-seven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjK7Xim7EyyQfRLDx0jeWMkbxD-dx7HYZ5JuYOSAJVIqWW81jzPqGiyxaM2C4eEp8FUKyH547GlmPTBCZQ9Z94sev4zy8XKHFWNBBpOGQ6dbno5R7f8QpxPFraSdoZZYTZP9ETMt_-p8k/s72-c/blogger-image--2103655322.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-5374997246831938418</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 10:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-07T05:02:00.387-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">A girl and her cats</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a mother&#39;s love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun times</category><title>Poor Kitteh</title><atom:summary type="text">

My kitteh has been sickly.



IV inserted. :(

He&#39;s only 4 months old. He has a bad tummy. Or he has a pancreatic deficiency that renders his pancreas unable to produce certain digestive enzymes. It&#39;s treatable but we are hoping it&#39;s the tummy ache.


His older Brother...


I hated him when he was here, I miss him when he&#39;s gone.

...Could take him or leave him. But I will be devastated if </atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/02/poor-kitteh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjubD7pE13yUBlyAVsQFhTL5HOuMdG008xCUGcI1h9_8Vs_k__M11fVlbDUMlUGQPwo4AjDQOhKeMfIbkTTwT_NTea91jMkXd8nFSZfxG-MFJ_QYkWb3YXRNUWBVJ_O7T62N1c-af4emIs/s72-c/IMG_3212.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-187526094647634336</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 21:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-06T17:07:23.812-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meme</category><title>Feb Photo A Day</title><atom:summary type="text">










Day 6: Dinner



Roasted Pepper and Eggplant with Spelt


I&#39;m torn. Since I don&#39;t cook, this was a difficult one to procure. But, I did a cleanse a few weeks ago and the way it worked was this neighborhood health food store provided Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner. Along with those&amp;nbsp;cayenne&amp;nbsp;juices that cleansed the body.



It was the best cleanse I&#39;ve ever done. I felt great </atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/02/feb-photo-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwsNgbIqeTb73jGaUZKFDdUGmIt9Nn5cWv1Is5c7XT04zHjsdlzjyDkBsn6X_LqSvHCCujb-V0PHON8_ZLIyoFiKB_YBHMyS0p_2lLVmkjy1IBQqwDbH1OB-6H5XBzQaEe60MeFVjWPtI/s72-c/blogger-image-908170513.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-8337263406631323673</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2012 18:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-05T13:15:09.904-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bloggy love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun times</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meme</category><title>Feb Photo Days 4 &amp; 5</title><atom:summary type="text">I like these. They make me happy.



Click to get to Jeroxie&#39;s site explaining a bit.




Day 4: A Stranger




Day 5: 10AM

Go Giants.*

*I could care less about the Giants. It just seems like the thing to do.</atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/02/feb-photo-days-4-5.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwsNgbIqeTb73jGaUZKFDdUGmIt9Nn5cWv1Is5c7XT04zHjsdlzjyDkBsn6X_LqSvHCCujb-V0PHON8_ZLIyoFiKB_YBHMyS0p_2lLVmkjy1IBQqwDbH1OB-6H5XBzQaEe60MeFVjWPtI/s72-c/blogger-image-908170513.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-8206143743228318840</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 13:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-04T12:43:41.025-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">A girl and her cats</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a mother&#39;s love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meme</category><title>I&#39;m doing it on instagram</title><atom:summary type="text">So I&#39;m doing #Febphotoaday on Instagram. I love instagram. Makes every photo a masterpiece.

Here&#39;s the first three of the month.





Day One: My View



Very worried about sick baby kitty




Day Two: Words


Still afraid baby is sick


Day Three: Hands


I know they&#39;re technically paws but my baby kitty is very sick and I want him better


Baby kitteh has gotten himself some serious stomach </atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-doing-it-on-instagram.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrApEQ4B4pVJDa9qrkvqtis4RgdqO65UPCIIw-wmt7IA_UIJuq_XpqEL1zBzAmJ4ZvENOqJKlXnOM0AdpT778nJ5hRBFM10JPJSk1EIvo2A9n8GcDVxYes9YtNLvL4chQhbLDsqV6D920/s72-c/IMG_3198.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-6313756268702834264</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 11:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-01T05:56:51.193-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fa</category><title>Charts Shmarts</title><atom:summary type="text">Me: Hey, Fa! 

Fa: (Annoyed) Whaaaat!?

Me: You&#39;re doing such a great job with your chores. How &#39;bout we make a chart to help keep track of them.

Fa: What?

Me: (Excited like) This way, after the week is up and your chart is filled you can earn a reward!

Fa: *eyeroll* *snort* What kind of reward Mah? Tissues?

Me: (Frustrated) Yes Fa. Tissues. Used ones, green filled, goobery tissues!

(Smart </atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/01/charts-shmarts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6jddx3HmqqW91c1jxs75EXLiU9VVrsdEsz_F8p16ZO3kigV3QBHoagNAN_OxFjNYKCwmd0wUgHSrTt3l0k__5nB1ndNFVRH3MbZsIVEtq9A4k1aSkY2PDGpdmXS_uHRXSDGHpHO5kRWg/s72-c/blogger-image--667733988.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-1641722303837357489</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-30T06:00:02.396-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">A girl and her cats</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fa</category><title>Pillow Pets</title><atom:summary type="text">Everyone loves hanging out in Fa&#39;s room. 

Must be her spirit and joy that attracts us to her. She radiates love.

We all want to be near her.


Pillow Pets
</atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/01/pillow-pets.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic5oortMkzRvusO6D63Gi5CDaf86O0pazrvyd0-EnAYRyyn0ikSfLC7OxK2_uF3EcRh1oAMQWKn4jmX1yIsfdPxjwNj5wTZx0hZFAIgBLX61d_47OqDgCO3hXX7yG1jsmuiGTemao-Xs4/s72-c/blogger-image--157897120.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-386861247780517687</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2012 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-29T06:00:02.687-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">imagine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><title>My Artist</title><atom:summary type="text">
My daughter loves art.&amp;nbsp;

She loves creating.&amp;nbsp;

She loves crafts.&amp;nbsp;

Any medium, any modality.&amp;nbsp;



And I love her for it.




Cat Feet

</atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-artist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcxCnk5F22xOKOtD-zCJSCiKoOWBw67RwTJkqsX_zwsE7MuFRC3oejOJ53H-4czK4Tg3-aP1vm1FkvGg22fCngjAk3Vt8rhOD1tT4jIwYpdsD-VXM_wDuW5vaFw1yNbkezcY-VlaoWfhQ/s72-c/IMG_3165.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-5167954846131701152</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 19:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-28T14:58:21.208-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a mother&#39;s love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">how does that happen?</category><title>Go Girl</title><atom:summary type="text">My daughter kicked ass on the basket ball court today.

I&#39;m so proud.

From a shy, little girl with OT issues, she&#39;s grown into a self confident and athletic brainiac.

What?

She&#39;s dribbling, shooting, scoring, passing, rebounding and working that court like she was born there. How did that happen?



Loving Life At All Times

My daughter totally rocks. I am so lucky to be her mom. I can&#39;t </atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-daughter-kicked-ass-on-basket-ball.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCG7iHXJxC1xl35iV3F1ME4IdpfTHz17e-J4jQBGYmBxvU1ZHn782DHaWKYk_czUfR3h6Nb60PeiR8DjlqxamNiCnL2f1JYo7GHp_bo3C3GYEI1ymLtnES0YuWH42q8H_vI2EGUvLZ-Xo/s72-c/IMG_2952.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-2173469426265357585</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jan 2012 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-26T20:38:33.958-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">depression</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><title>What am I doing?</title><atom:summary type="text">I miss blogging. I miss my readers and my online family that I created once, long ago.

But I don&#39;t know how to juggle it all.
Juggling.
I&#39;m not a juggler.

I&#39;m a struggler.
I&#39;m struggling again.

My anxiety and depression is back. 
Full force.
I&#39;m scared.
The thoughts and fears have crept back into my bloodstream.
I&#39;m having panic attacks and chest pains.
I know It&#39;s work, my job gives me stress</atom:summary><link>http://airmydirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-am-i-doing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Laundress)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item></channel></rss>