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term="girl games" /><category term="chocolate christmas tree" /><category term="utilities" /><category term="money" /><category term="fathers" /><title>Rants In My Pants!</title><subtitle type="html">Random opinions and rants on various things going on in today's world. Not for the easily offended.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/RantsInMyPants" /><feedburner:info uri="rantsinmypants" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>RantsInMyPants</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQGSHczeSp7ImA9WhRUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396791515958223474.post-2883547683964368092</id><published>2012-01-20T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T11:52:09.981-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-20T11:52:09.981-05:00</app:edited><title>Why I Hate Censorship</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;The internet has been&lt;/span&gt; abuzz about the government wanting to pretty much censor what we say or do on the internet. If they do this, they will be taking away our freedom of speech and the freedom to be who we really are and say what we really feel!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do I hate censorship so much? Well, I don't like to be told what I can and cannot say, what I can and can not read, or what I can and can not listen to. Why should just one person or even a few people have the right to choose what is right and wrong for millions of people? Just because one person is offended by something, does not mean that everyone else in the world feels the same way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Who cares about curse words? If you do, then you need to get the carrot out of your ass and lighten up. Words are words. Who all of the sudden decided that it was OK for someone to see butt, but not ass? To say, &amp;nbsp;poop, instead of shit? Ok, you can say sexual intercourse but you can't say &lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fuck&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! Why not? What makes one word so much worse than another when it means the same thing? Who decided which words are bad and which ones are alright??&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't get offended easily, but a lot of people do. Guess what? Not everyone in the world agrees with you. Relax and enjoy life. I don't know if this is true or not, but I just heard of a school that changed their mascot of a Cougar, because they didn't want to offend older women. Seriously? I hope this was fake, but come on, people bitch about anything. I think some people enjoy bitching and complaining or causing drama. Maybe it makes them feel superior, who knows? People get offended way too easily.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCK OFF.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396791515958223474-2883547683964368092?l=rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2883547683964368092/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396791515958223474&amp;postID=2883547683964368092" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/2883547683964368092?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/2883547683964368092?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RantsInMyPants/~3/ChGos5QShuw/why-i-hate-censorship.html" title="Why I Hate Censorship" /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-i-hate-censorship.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIERnszeyp7ImA9WhRVGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396791515958223474.post-5213825440940811120</id><published>2012-01-18T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T09:55:07.583-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T09:55:07.583-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SOPA" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="censorship" /><title>I Hate Censorship!!!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Written by my friend Constance Hayden&lt;/div&gt;
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Having so many brothers and sisters meat that as I was growing up I never got to choose anything. I didn’t get to pick my seat at the table and I didn’t get to choose where we went on vacation and I certainly didn’t get to pick what we watched on TV. All that to say that now that I’m an adult I want to make sure I’m getting EVERYTHING I never had and that means about a bazillion channels from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.direc4u.com/" title="Click here for www.direc4u.com site"&gt;www.direc4u.com&lt;/a&gt;. I love going home and knowing the remote is all mine and that I can watch Gold Rush or the news or even Jeopardy if I want. I just don’t understand why people like my parents would have so many kids but I guess at the end of the day there are definite advantages to having such a large family. I really love all my siblings and it’s nice that one day my future kids will have lots of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ourlovedones.com/auntuncle.html" title="aunts and uncles deal"&gt;aunts and uncles&lt;/a&gt;to play with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396791515958223474-7301607697679828919?l=rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7301607697679828919/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396791515958223474&amp;postID=7301607697679828919" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/7301607697679828919?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/7301607697679828919?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RantsInMyPants/~3/0lkIS4hpDk0/many-siblings.html" title="Many Siblings" /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/2012/01/many-siblings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8DRnc8cSp7ImA9WhRVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396791515958223474.post-9160631221380868543</id><published>2012-01-11T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T11:21:17.979-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-11T11:21:17.979-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="idiots" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="divas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stupid" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="annoying" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ghetto" /><title>Phrases and Words That Annoy Me</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;As some of you may know&lt;/span&gt; by now, I get annoyed very easily. No, I don't think I'm perfect, but I know that there are a lot of fucking idiots in this world that don't even deserve to share the same air as I breathe! There are certain sayings or words that just make me roll my eyes and think, &lt;i&gt;"you f'n dumbass, just don't talk any more!"&lt;/i&gt; Here are a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby Daddy/Baby Mama&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, first of all, it just sounds fucking dumb. Learn some proper English instead of sounding like some ghetto ass stripper who spreads her legs for every guy who gives her a dollar bill and just happened to get knocked up in the meantime (same goes for guys who say, "my baby mama"). Get your tubes tied or your balls chopped off now before you create any more human lives and teach them your same ignorant bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ohh Emm Geeee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Not, Oh My God, but saying the actual letters, O---M---G. It's one thing if you are typing and just putting OMG to save time, but are you that lazy that you can't even say the god damned words? You sound like some annoying ass teenager diva wanna be, or a "valley girl" as we used to call them back in my day. I seriously want to punch you in your glitter covered face.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wit/Dis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Instead of the word, "with" they say or type "wit". Really? Is the letter H too much for you to comprehend? U iz not from da ghetto, so stop talkin like you iz! I deleted a "friend" off of my Facebook page for just this reason. I was friends with her when we were kids, then one day she added my on FB, ok, cool, but we never chatted or caught up on anything. Her status updates seriously made me want to strangle her through my computer. She is a white woman in her mid 30s with a grown 18 year old son and 2 other children, talking like dis! I couldn't handle it any more and had to delete her before I went off on her, and I really hate facebook drama; it's too much effort to argue with dumbasses.&lt;br /&gt;
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Were you born in America? Did you take English classes? Or do you just like sounding like an ignorant fucktard who doesn't know how to say the "th" sound? Don't they usually send kids to speech class for that?? I seriously want to go grab a spork from KFC and shove it in your eye every time you say this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396791515958223474-9160631221380868543?l=rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/9160631221380868543/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396791515958223474&amp;postID=9160631221380868543" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/9160631221380868543?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/9160631221380868543?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RantsInMyPants/~3/D135oXHeRXg/phrases-and-words-that-annoy-me.html" title="Phrases and Words That Annoy Me" /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qVf_GD8Y3g8/Tw21_aXjMKI/AAAAAAAAAwU/PpgkTVyTqV0/s72-c/annoying.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/2012/01/phrases-and-words-that-annoy-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cCQngzfSp7ImA9WhRWE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396791515958223474.post-4176755556650232425</id><published>2011-12-30T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:17:43.685-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-30T23:17:43.685-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="husband" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="married" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kim kardashian" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wife" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sinead oconner" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage" /><title>Marriage Means Nothing!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Here we go&lt;/span&gt; with another marriage down the tubes after only a couple of weeks. Sinead O'Conner just ended her 18 day marriage. What the fuck? Is it all of the sudden cool to just marry anyone and then get divorced a few days later? Is it funny? Or are people just that fucking stupid?? If your marriage ends within a few days or even a few weeks, obviously shit was wrong BEFORE you got married and if you still got married, you are a dumbass and get what you deserve!&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been married for over 8 years, and it has definitely had its difficult moments. Marriage is something that is intended to be forever, but it typically doesn't happen that way; it's very rare if it does. Since when did marriage become just a literal piece of paper? My husband has a cousin who is in her late 20s and on her 4th husband. &lt;b&gt;FOURTH!&lt;/b&gt; Are people just fucking idiots or what? You decide to marry every guy you date longer than a week? Then all of the sudden you decide, hey, wait, I don't like being around this person every day, I better go find someone else to marry?! If your marriage can't even last a month, then obviously you didn't hold up your end of the bargain. There is no way in Hell that you could have "tried everything" within a few weeks and then just decide, "oh well."&lt;br /&gt;
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I've watched that Kardashian show one time. I don't care about any of those twats, but after their divorce announcement, I wanted to see what was going on. Her husband is obviously a big ogre of an ass, but I'm 100% sure he was probably the same ogre of an ass before their wedding day. That just makes HER look like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;
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My husband and I have separated twice. One thing I remember, the first time we split up, was some advice I read online. It said that people jump into divorce too quickly and that you should not file divorce papers until you can honestly tell your children that you tried everything, AND you can walk away from the marriage with a clean conscience and no emotions for your spouse any longer. People give up too easily. When I got married, I meant the promises that I made. I know people change and things change with time, but you can't give up that easily.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Love, Live, Respect, Death&lt;/b&gt;. I will LOVE you through LIFE and RESPECT you through DEATH... My husband and I's matching tattoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396791515958223474-4176755556650232425?l=rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/4176755556650232425/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396791515958223474&amp;postID=4176755556650232425" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/4176755556650232425?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/4176755556650232425?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RantsInMyPants/~3/yvHfhoIWHp4/marriage-means-nothing.html" title="Marriage Means Nothing!" /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPbsepT9384/Tv6Lw2QHjhI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ssG-_lRbcIc/s72-c/182849_1724454463897_1014424533_31886679_3876072_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/2011/12/marriage-means-nothing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04CRnY9eCp7ImA9WhRXGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396791515958223474.post-4584058711889590080</id><published>2011-12-26T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T16:46:07.860-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-26T16:46:07.860-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="divas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stupid women" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diva" /><title>No! You Are NOT a Diva!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I absolutely despise&lt;/span&gt; the word "diva". I hate it when women call themselves a Diva, and I really hate it when people call their daughters a diva. The simple word "diva" annoys the shit out of me, and why do so many women choose to call themselves a diva? To me, a diva is someone who thinks she needs to wear 10 lbs of make up every day, has to have her hair "did" (that annoys me, too, btw) every week, her eyebrows have to be perfect, her clothing has to be perfect, her shoes have to be perfect, she thinks SHE is perfect, even though she is obviously NOT perfect if it takes all of this lame crap to make herself look that way!! A diva is also a materialistic bitch that thinks she doesn't have to lift a finger to work, that she is owed everything, and is better than everyone else. Why would anyone want to be that way? A diva is the type of person who I would like to punch in the throat and pull her fake weave off of her head!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I did a search on Photobucket for the word "Diva" to try to find a good graphic to use for this post. I had to search through hundreds of photos of women who THINK they are a diva, the majority of them were &amp;nbsp;bordering on being completely naked. Is the new meaning of diva also "whore"??&lt;br /&gt;
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Every time any one refers to themselves as a diva I want to slap them across their face but don't want my hand covered in their 10 lbs of make up. Ya fake bitch.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why the Hell would anyone want to call their child a "diva"? My child is NOT a diva, nor will she ever be allowed to act like a diva in my house! I hate the word diva!!! I've seen a lot of blogs with the word diva in the name, and to be honest, as soon a I see that word on their blog header, I will most likely click the big x and get out of their quick. I sure as Hell won't take anyone seriously that calls themself a diva. I want to kick anyone in the head who calls themself a diva. Twats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396791515958223474-4584058711889590080?l=rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/4584058711889590080/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396791515958223474&amp;postID=4584058711889590080" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/4584058711889590080?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/4584058711889590080?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RantsInMyPants/~3/XilUWHV3aUI/no-you-are-not-diva.html" title="No! You Are NOT a Diva!" /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DKdxpZVturU/Tvjp8FY1hjI/AAAAAAAAAtw/_QYEJtpVKP0/s72-c/th_diva.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-you-are-not-diva.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8ESHw-eyp7ImA9WhRXFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396791515958223474.post-4281925830598213507</id><published>2011-12-23T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T14:33:29.253-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-23T14:33:29.253-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="utility bill" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jobs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Droid X" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="freelance" /><title>F U Friday! In The Christmas Spirit!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've been waiting&lt;/span&gt; for the Fawk U linky to go up, but I'm guessing &lt;a href="http://www.boobiesbabiesandablog.com/"&gt;Boobies&lt;/a&gt; is very busy, so I've decided to post my list anyway before I leave for the evening to head to my mom's with the kids!&lt;br /&gt;
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Even though I should be showing some Holiday spirit, I've decided a Fawk You Friday would be much better!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;FAWK you&lt;/b&gt; to my husband's previous job for screwing him out of his last check! He didn't work for you for free, ass wipe! Hand over the $$$!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;FAWK you&lt;/b&gt; to my Droid X phone that isn't working right. I don't know if it's the phone or the SD card, but I can't take photos any more with my phone because it won't even save them! I also can't get to my gallery to see my old pics! Sooo now all of those photos are gone!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;FAWK you&lt;/b&gt; to the bitch at the utility company for always being a fucking bitch. My husband just got off of worker's compensation and back to work after having surgery and being off of work for over a year, but yet YOU still refuse to have any sort of fucking compassion. I hope your clit falls off.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;FAWK you&lt;/b&gt; to all of the places I've applied for a job at who haven't even given me a chance or at least a fucking interview. I didn't work my ass off to get my degree just to waste time, paper, ink, and stamps applying to 2450845780 different places! Give me a freakin job, people!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;FAWK you&lt;/b&gt; to the freelance job I was "hired" for a few months ago. You promised me that I would be able to work as many hours as I wanted on a weekly basis and get paid $$$$. So far, I've worked a total of 10 hours in the past 3 months, and someone else seems to be doing MY work, but yet you can't have the decency to TELL me or let me know what the Hell is going on! Thanks for wasting all of my time and getting my hopes up that this would be a decent work at home job to get us through the Holidays with.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have any of you ever given your child coal or taken gifts away? Christmas only comes once a year, is tough love worth it? Would it be rewarding his bad behavior by giving him presents? Especially, when Santa is supposed to give all naughty kids coal? This kid is more than just naughty! He's a plain out bad little brat! Yes, I love him dearly, don't get me wrong, but he just wears me down. Bribery doesn't even work! Should I go gather some coal????&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396791515958223474-5437579816618012490?l=rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5437579816618012490/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396791515958223474&amp;postID=5437579816618012490" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/5437579816618012490?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/5437579816618012490?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RantsInMyPants/~3/xlWvNZfIQxQ/have-you-ever-given-your-child-coal.html" title="Have you ever given your child coal?" /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf3NM8CTsK4/TvAF-DcOYQI/AAAAAAAAAsU/otSOjHcQWPg/s72-c/th_bad_kid.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-you-ever-given-your-child-coal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08FQno6eyp7ImA9WhRQGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396791515958223474.post-7991916186403836923</id><published>2011-12-14T15:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:50:13.413-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-14T15:50:13.413-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="electronics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blackberry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teenagers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="technology" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smartphone" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spoiled kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ipad" /><title>Spoiled By Technology</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm again inspired&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;a href="http://thingsicantsay.com/2011/12/pour-your-heart-out-judging-someone-elses-christmas.html#comment-95570"&gt;things i can't say&lt;/a&gt;, but this time it's a rant. The post was originally about Christmas gifts and judging other people's choices..etc. It started out with someone asking for ideas of what to get a 4 year old for Christmas on facebook. Someone left a comment talking about their 11 year old nephew and allllll of the bazillion things this 11 year old had. Some of these things included various game consoles, a &lt;b&gt;50&lt;/b&gt; inch TV, an iPad and a Blackberry, amongst other things. This is where the judgement came in. Some people thought it was great, while others thought it was awful. Where am I at in my opinion? Well, I don't like to judge other people because I don't like to be judged myself, and it is their choice of what to give their child, but shouldn't there be a line? I mean, seriously, why in the Hell does an 11 year old need a 50 inch TV or a freakin' Blackberry?? Are you kidding me? This is where my rant comes in. Of course, we all like to "spoil" our children, but where do you draw that line? My opinion is that if you give your child every single thing he wants, they will not appreciate hard work, or their possessions. They will also grow up being snobs to people who don't have everything and will expect to have everything handed to them. Even if I won the lottery and could afford all of those things, I still wouldn't buy all of that for my kids. They don't need them. They need to be outside playing like kids, or doing something important instead of sitting on their ass staring at a TV or computer screen. If they want some of those bigger things, they should earn them, such as with doing chores or getting a job (another reason why an 11 yr old doesn't need a Blackberry, if he's not even old enough to work!). Teach them responsibility and what it's like to work for the things that they want.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last Christmas, my son cut out pictures in an advertisement and glued everything he wanted onto a piece of paper to send to Santa. I explained to him that he most likely wouldn't get every single thing! Even if I could have afforded it, I still would not have bought him every single thing on his list, I don't think that is teaching him anything good. No one likes those people who think they deserve to get everything they want, so why would I want to make my child like that? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #741b47;"&gt;Does anyone else feel the same way?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The &lt;u&gt;second&lt;/u&gt; part of my rant: Technology is making people lazy and stupid. Ok, so I'm not a complete technology snob. I love my cell phone and my laptop. But guess what? I could survive without them. I may be disappointed but I would survive. People depend on electronics too much these days to do everything for them. A lot of teenagers don't even know how to do simple math because they've always had technology to do it for them. Kids aren't learning to use their brains, they are learning how to push buttons and have the answers given to them. Kids don't even know how to verbally communicate properly because they only know text messaging or instant messages. One day, my husband and I were waiting at a doctor's office. These two teenagers were next to each other, probably siblings, both of them had an iPad or something. They whole entire time I was there waiting, all they did was stare at their screens. They didn't once talk to each other or one another. It was like they were off in their own little electronic world. Technology is great for a lot of things and helps a lot of people, especially those with disabilities, but it's making the rest of the country stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396791515958223474-7991916186403836923?l=rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7991916186403836923/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396791515958223474&amp;postID=7991916186403836923" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/7991916186403836923?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/7991916186403836923?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RantsInMyPants/~3/4W2KlJRZFrk/spoiled-by-technology.html" title="Spoiled By Technology" /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/2011/12/spoiled-by-technology.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAHQns4eCp7ImA9WhRQFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396791515958223474.post-1547368193260196413</id><published>2011-12-09T10:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:32:13.530-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-09T10:32:13.530-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Michelle Duggar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="babies" /><title>Lost Duggar Baby</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Before I begin my rant,&lt;/span&gt; I just want to say that I am not in any way, making fun of losing a child. I know that it is a very traumatic thing to go through.&lt;br /&gt;
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That being said, the big headlines for today is the story of Michelle Duggar losing her &lt;strike&gt;19th&lt;/strike&gt; 20th baby. Do they expect sympathy from any of us? Yes, the losing a baby situation is sad, but .. for her, really? I mean, she has spent her life being a human baby factory that often resembles that of a dog breeder. She has gotten rich off of her reality show, showcasing her 345081345 kids and getting knocked up every couple of months. Is she really that special that she can get knocked up that many times? Umm, no. Or is she a a few cards short of a full deck? I think anyone who has 20 kids is a little off of their rocker. Sure, lots of people love kids, but shouldn't there be a line drawn? If you have to have a freakin tour bus to take your kids to buy school clothes, isn't enough, enough?? Those 19 kids can not possibly get enough equal attention from their parents. They have the older kids taking care of the younger children. Eventually, the older kids are going to resent the whole situation. I've only watched the show a few times because I find it quite annoying. I mean, it's one thing if you want to have 5, 6, 7 kids.. but you should not expect your older children to care for your younger children. They are not just build in babysitters. I know a few families in real life that do this as well. Their own teenage kids don't have a regular teenage life because they are forced to stay home and care for their younger siblings. What kind of life is that? This country is already WAYYYYY over crowded, why make the problem worse?&lt;br /&gt;
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I mean, after 19 pregnancies, her body probably just decided enough was enough. Her uterus is going to end up falling out looking like an inflated balloon. Give it up already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396791515958223474-1547368193260196413?l=rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1547368193260196413/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396791515958223474&amp;postID=1547368193260196413" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/1547368193260196413?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/1547368193260196413?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RantsInMyPants/~3/HEdAarHWnMY/lost-duggar-baby.html" title="Lost Duggar Baby" /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/2011/12/lost-duggar-baby.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8HQHg5eSp7ImA9WhRQEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396791515958223474.post-8494509074619593038</id><published>2011-12-05T14:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T14:20:31.621-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-05T14:20:31.621-05:00</app:edited><title>Big Blog Rant!</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grrrr, look at this blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, just look at this crap! Blogger has somehow lost all of my photos/banner/graphics that I have posted or uploaded. Where have they gone? I know some other bloggers are experiencing the same thing but I've yet to find out what is going on or when this will be fixed. I'm gonna be really pissed off if I have to go through all 3 of my blogs and upload everything all over again. Ugh, really? this is NOT what I need right now, blogger! Get your crap together, NOW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Soo, please don't let the lack of photos/banner scare you away. I'm giving it a few more days in hopes that blogger will fix this mess, if not, I will have to do everything all over. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396791515958223474-8494509074619593038?l=rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8494509074619593038/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396791515958223474&amp;postID=8494509074619593038" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/8494509074619593038?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/8494509074619593038?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RantsInMyPants/~3/XyM7pLjMsDc/big-blog-rant.html" title="Big Blog Rant!" /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/2011/12/big-blog-rant.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UFQH05fip7ImA9WhRRGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396791515958223474.post-3472954274611370621</id><published>2011-12-02T22:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T23:06:51.326-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-02T23:06:51.326-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="it's ok" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mommy" /><title>It's OK: Part 1</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I stole this idea&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;a href="https://plus.google.com/u/0/113416271504780134644/posts"&gt;things I can't say&lt;/a&gt; . I thought it would be perfect for this blog. It's about not taking things so seriously. Sometimes you have to just sit back and say, &lt;i&gt;"It's ok!"&lt;/i&gt; to do certain things that not everyone may agree with.. something like this:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;It's OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to celebrate when it's time for your kids to go back to school. Anyone who has more than 1 child (and that are fairly close in age) knows how insanely annoying it can be to listen to fighting, arguing, and whining all day long. Enjoy the silence while you can get it, for your own sanity!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;It's OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to buy yourself something nice once in awhile. Don't beat yourself up with guilt because you have 3 kids at home. They will survive and you deserve something nice once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;It's OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to get some YOU time, even if it means locking yourself in the bathroom, ignoring the knocks and &lt;i&gt;"mommy, he did this!"&lt;/i&gt; until they go away. Again, enjoy every little bit of silence you can get before you end up in a straight jacket.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;It's OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to have a sip of wine, or liquor, whatever is your drink of choice. Just because you are a parent doesn't mean you don't deserve to have a little bit of fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;It's OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to miss the freedom you had before having kids. We all miss it. Ohhh, how I miss it. All of the travelling I did and the fun that I had. Soo many wonderful stories.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;It's OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to think of the violent things you would like to do to your husband when he really pisses you off! Just don't carry them out. You get no liquor in prison.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;It's OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to NOT be perfect in front of your kids. No one is perfect. NO ONE. As long as you are good to your kids, they will love you despite your imperfections. Don't beat yourself up about them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;It's OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to fart in front of your family and/or friends. No really, it's a basic bodily function. Why are we so embarrassed about it? Everyone does it! Don't lie!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;It's OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to think more of your internet friends than you do your real friends. Honestly, most people suck anyway. Sometimes it's best to keep your friends at bay, behind a computer screen. People are assholes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for the post from Stan Atkins&lt;/div&gt;
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I completely love living in San Francisco. I’m originally from the Alabama, which is very conservative, so San Francisco has been a great change of pace for me. Living in the South I always felt out of place because of my liberal political and social views. My friends and family were constantly criticizing me and trying to get me to change. I know they meant well, but I just always felt different and like an outsider. As I got older, this behavior just got more annoying, and I didn’t want to hear it anymore. I decided I had to make a move when I was 25, and it was definitely the right choice. When I got to San Francisco it was like an awakening for me. There are actually other people who think like me! Everyone from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.wirelessinternetproviders.net/coverage/California/San-Francisco-internet-providers.html"&gt;San Francisco wireless internet providers&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to the owner of the corner store is concerned with the same things I am. People here want to be environmentally friendly and socially conscious. I’m so glad I finally made the move and feel like a part of the community I live in.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was watching something on TV today, wasn't really paying attention to it until I heard them talking about the price increase. They were talking about Thanksgiving dinners and how the prices have gone up since last Thanksgiving. The cost of Turkey, fruits, and vegetables has gone up 7% since last year, while the cost of white potatoes has gone up something like 23 f'n percent! This shit is just ridiculous! People NEED to eat!! It's not an option. I'm so tired of the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's obvious the government doesn't care about us "little people" and neither do the big companies out there. We are just invisible little pee-ons that don't mean shit in their eyes. Welcome to corporate America. Bite my fat ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396791515958223474-1293186245825533385?l=rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1293186245825533385/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396791515958223474&amp;postID=1293186245825533385" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/1293186245825533385?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/1293186245825533385?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RantsInMyPants/~3/c8fsQvx57Q8/fat-pockets-for-fat-heads.html" title="Fat Pockets for Fat Heads" /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePKl7F-pVRw/TsclIhlTGXI/AAAAAAAAAjw/IvheO4UwOGE/s72-c/4fc6c7dd.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/2011/11/fat-pockets-for-fat-heads.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUGRHg7fyp7ImA9WhRTFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396791515958223474.post-943261235651217517</id><published>2011-11-05T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T14:37:05.607-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-05T14:37:05.607-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sirius satellite radio" /><title>Sirius is Serious!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Whatever you do&lt;/span&gt;, stay far, FAR away from Sirius satellite radio. Let me tell you why....&lt;br /&gt;
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Late last year, my mom bought a new car which came with so many months of free Sirius service. She liked it at first, so she renewed her membership for another 6 months. During that six months, she grew tired of the same songs just being played over and over so she decided she wasn't going to renew it any more.&lt;br /&gt;
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When her time with Sirius was up, she called them to cancel it before they took money off of her credit card. She talked to one guy and explained that she wanted it shut off. The guy replies with, &lt;i&gt;"oh, I can't turn it off for you, I'll have to transfer you to someone who can"&lt;/i&gt;. So he transferred her to someone else. She had to give all of her personal information to the new person, just to find out that he couldn't terminate her account either. She ended up talking to like 5 different people, each time, having to give her information over and over and over again. Finally, she talked to someone that said they would terminate the service.&lt;br /&gt;
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A few days later, it is still on. She calls back again, going through the whole thing again. Finally, it is disconnected. Of course, she was already pissed off at them, but it just got worse. A few days later, Sirius started calling her, asking her if she wanted to renew her contract! Are you f'n serious, Sirius?? She explained to them that she cancelled it because she didn't want it. They called again, and again, and again!! She asked to talk to a supervisor who said they put &lt;b&gt;do not call&lt;/b&gt; on her account. Everything was quiet for a few days, but then guess what? They called again! Asking her to renew her account!&lt;br /&gt;
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My mom works in phone sales. She knows how it all works, and she knows that these people are just normal people working for Sirius to make a pay check, so she was not rude to them, but did explain to them how angry she was with them and their customer service! One guy even said, &lt;i&gt;"oh, I see it says do not call on your account".&lt;/i&gt; Well, duh. Finally, after 2405812745 calls, they got the hint that she didn't want their service!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lesson Learned:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Stay far, FAR away from Sirius. They obviously don't know what the Hell they are doing or how to run a business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396791515958223474-943261235651217517?l=rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/943261235651217517/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396791515958223474&amp;postID=943261235651217517" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/943261235651217517?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/943261235651217517?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RantsInMyPants/~3/XdwMlc-rm2c/sirius-is-serious.html" title="Sirius is Serious!!!" /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/2011/11/sirius-is-serious.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIHRng-cCp7ImA9WhdaF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396791515958223474.post-2394469146039785759</id><published>2011-10-27T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:32:17.658-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-27T16:32:17.658-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stupid people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="babies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twins" /><title>Rude People With Stupid Crap Coming Out of Their Mouths</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I saw a post&lt;/span&gt; awhile ago on another blog where someone had made a list of the rude things people said to her at one point. It was so long ago, I don't even remember what it was about, but I put it on my Rant list for this blog (yes, I have a list, haha).&lt;br /&gt;
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After my twins were born, of course it was very obvious that they were twins because we were carrying around two infants. I absolutely hated going to the store with all of the kids because it never failed, someone would always stop us to talk about the twins or make some rude comment. Don't get me wrong, a lot of nice people commented on our twins (in fact, Ben Rothlisberger's parents came up to us in the mall and told us how adorable our kids were). The reason I got so frustrated was, for one, that I hated going to the store any way and I just wanted to get in and get out without being stopped by strangers that know nothing about us. The other reason, was because of the rude ass stuff people used to say. Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Are they twins? Oh My God! Better you than me!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Twins? .. I'd kill myself!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Don't you know how that happens??"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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and one that really got on my nerves was, &lt;i&gt;"oh, you are so blessed, God &amp;nbsp;wouldn't have given you more than you could handle".&lt;/i&gt; It sounds nice enough, right? But, first of all, I am not a religious person. Second of all: I did not want any more babies for a long time. After having my oldest and realizing how difficult a newborn can be, we wanted to wait a few years. My dumbass doctor gave me the wrong dose of birth control and I ended up pregnant with twins when our oldest was only 4 months old. We were not financially ready for another baby. Hell, we could barely afford diapers. Mentally, I wasn't ready for another one. Having the twins so soon after the first was soo stressful. The last fucking thing I needed was for people to make snotty little comments about it, or telling me how blessed I am.. when I usually cried every day!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, don't get me wrong, of course I love my kids. That time in my life was just very difficult, but I did make it through and now I enjoy having the kids so close in age (well, most of the time). I just wish people would THINK before they open their big fucking mouths, especially to a stranger that they know nothing about. These people didn't know us, didn't know our situation, didn't know anything about us. Now, all of our kids look different; the twins don't look anything like, even have different hair color, so no one usually realizes that they are twins. Once in a blue moon someone will ask if they are twins and mention their blue eyes. I'm actually glad that they aren't identical. People say a lot of stupid ass shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396791515958223474-2394469146039785759?l=rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2394469146039785759/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396791515958223474&amp;postID=2394469146039785759" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/2394469146039785759?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/2394469146039785759?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RantsInMyPants/~3/WP-RqwUzm48/rude-people-with-stupid-crap-coming-out.html" title="Rude People With Stupid Crap Coming Out of Their Mouths" /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNO1m5_PPOM/Tqm-eZPzieI/AAAAAAAAAhE/FEP6YDiOp34/s72-c/75144_1598542276171_1014424533_31626031_6599101_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/2011/10/rude-people-with-stupid-crap-coming-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUCQXw6cCp7ImA9WhdaEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396791515958223474.post-5003906960013055185</id><published>2011-10-19T21:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T21:31:00.218-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-19T21:31:00.218-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="racism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="racist" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ghetto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="black people" /><title>Why Are They So Obnoxious?</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm taking a risk&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;posting about this topic, but this is something that has really been nagging at me and many other people. First, let me ask this question:&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Why do most black people think it is ok to be loud, rude, and disrespectful to others?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now, get that look off of your face right now and read on first before you start calling me names. Also, remember I said "most" not ALL.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lemme start from the beginning. I grew up in a small town that had a bad reputation; in fact, it was nicknamed "Little Detroit" (and for good reason). I remember when I was in high school, I would tell my mom how rude the black kids were. They were always sooo fucking loud, yelling and screaming down the hallways, or laying in the middle of the hallways. Teachers were afraid to discipline them because as soon as the teachers would, the kids would scream,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"It's because I'm black!"&lt;/i&gt;.. Umm, no, it's because you are acting like a flaming asshole!.. When I first told my mom this, she just blew it off, basically saying that it couldn't be that bad. I kept telling her to just wait and she would see for herself.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't remember what year it was in high school, but our school had a talent show. My mom went. She couldn't believe how rude and loud all of the black people were. They were screaming and yelling and acting like fucking idiots. No one else was acting that way. See, I told her!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeeears later (I'm not saying how many), I graduated from college (just this past Friday, in fact). &amp;nbsp;Everyone was excited and happy to be graduating. They called each class individually, like Pharmacy, or Medical Transcription. They then had the class come up and each person was given their degree one by one. The practical nursing class is probably about 95% black and they were the last class to be called (it was all in alphabetical order). The majority of them must have thought this was the hoe convention or something because most of them showed up looking like hoochies. I'm talking mini skirts that barely cover the ass, fishnets, and stilletos. Before the ceremony, they would stand in the middle of the aisle posing for photos like they are fucking models, not letting anyone through, making people stand there and wait. Anyway... sooo, they didn't even let the announcer say the class name. They interrupted her and just started screaming and yelling and barking (yes, you should know what it means when I say barking!). There were like 50 people in the class with maybe 5 white people. Every black name that was called, their family and friends were acting like fucking animals again. Each student was asked to limit their guests to 4 each. Some of these people brought like 20 people with them, taking all of the seats. My friend's brother had to stand the whole time because there were no seats left. Some guys sitting behind my family were playing dirty music on their cell phones. A little asian lady asked them to turn it off and to stop being rude. They just laughed at her and kept playing the music. Finally, my husband turned around and told them in a not so nice way to turn their shit off. They did that time.&amp;nbsp;Even after the ceremony, some of them were trying to push in front of the graduates that were walking out in line, until someone from the school had to go over and ask them to let the graduates go first! I turned around and told this one bitch to have some f'n respect!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, don't get me wrong, there are white people and other races that act this way, but they are far and few between. I'm sincerely asking if someone can explain to me why black people think it is ok to act like that? I also know that not ALL black people act this way either. There are some that can act like a decent human being and be respectful of others around them. I'm the type of person that is nice to everyone as long as they are nice and respectful to me. These people had absolutely no respect for anyone else. They had no respect for other graduates, the teachers that were there, or the families that were there. They always want to pull the race card, but what do they think their ancestors would think of their behavior? I have to admit, they make it really hard not to become racist. If it was just a one time incident, it would be different.. but I see this all the time. It's like they always have to be the center of attention and overly dramatic. I was disgusted by how these people acted.. they made the whole school like trashy. What makes them think it is OK to act like this??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396791515958223474-5003906960013055185?l=rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5003906960013055185/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396791515958223474&amp;postID=5003906960013055185" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/5003906960013055185?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/5003906960013055185?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RantsInMyPants/~3/NSsXZhEJEl4/im-taking-risk-about-this-topic-but.html" title="Why Are They So Obnoxious?" /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-taking-risk-about-this-topic-but.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08NSX09fSp7ImA9WhdbEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396791515958223474.post-6677441408205121380</id><published>2011-10-10T22:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T22:24:58.365-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-10T22:24:58.365-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homework" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1st grade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="elementary school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2nd grade" /><title>Homework: When Is It Too Much??</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I now have two first&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; graders and one second grader. I knew that when we moved to a smaller town, that their smaller school would probably a bit tougher, but wow, I am overwhelmed. These kids just turned 7 and 8 years old. They spend 6 1/2 hours in school and then have another hour or so worth of homework at home, each. At this age, they really don't have a great attention span and they can't just do their homework on their own yet; we have to help them with everything and make sure they are doing it all right and doing everything they are supposed to get done. We have to actually sit there the whole time. I think I spend more time helping my young children with their homework, than I did on my own college homework! Our kids come home, play for a little bit, dinner time, then homework. By the time they are done with their homework, it is just about bath and bed time. We can't do anything "extra".. like, say, go for a walk together, or what about extra curricular activities like Cub Scouts or sports?? My second grader was in 1st grade last year at a different school and the only homework he had was some vocabulary, and like 3 worksheets he had to have finished by Friday each week. At this new school, all of them usually have math, reading, spelling, vocabulary, writing, and an extra reading assignment (usually a whole book) for their reading intervention class because they are a little behind, EVERY night. Three of them. I mean, seriously, even with my husband helping, it seems to take all night! The kids are tired and frustrated, and so is mom and dad!&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't get me wrong, I know all kids have homework. Older kids usually have time to do their homework in class or they have a study hall class that they can at least get most of it done. When does homework become too much, though? Can't they just be kids after school and play, and annoy mommy and daddy like kids are supposed to?? Thank God I'm done with college now, otherwise my husband would be the one stuck helping all 3 of them since I took evening classes!! I guess I shouldn't complain too much, at least I know they are getting a good education. It's just frustrating some nights when they seem to have just soooo much to do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396791515958223474-6677441408205121380?l=rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6677441408205121380/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396791515958223474&amp;postID=6677441408205121380" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/6677441408205121380?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/6677441408205121380?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RantsInMyPants/~3/ZkdQSnDMybo/homework-when-is-it-too-much.html" title="Homework: When Is It Too Much??" /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jcCEEwh78gQ/TpOot2SHTwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/8ZwkMa9-YqM/s72-c/Homework.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/2011/10/homework-when-is-it-too-much.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcCQ349eSp7ImA9WhdUE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396791515958223474.post-7739776084191802977</id><published>2011-09-30T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T11:37:42.061-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-30T11:37:42.061-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="workers comp." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="utilities" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="job hunting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rants" /><title>F-U Friday again!</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;Oh yes, it's that time&lt;/span&gt; of the week again! A day for me to rant and vent about anything and everything that's been pissing me off lately! Thanks to the lovely&lt;a href="http://www.boobiesbabiesandablog.com/2011/09/fu-friday-im-going-back-to-school-kinda.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=email&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+BoobiesBabiesABlog+%28Boobies%2C+Babies%2C+%26+A+Blog%29"&gt; boobies&lt;/a&gt; for hosting &lt;b&gt;F-U Friday&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FAWK YOU: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Worker's Compensation! For not paying my husband enough to support our family! We can't sue his job because of the new "no fault" law, and we can't stop worker's comp., for him to go on temporary disability until we find out if he needs a second surgery, so he is just stuck getting paid less than half of what he used to make. How is anyone supposed to survive on that?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FAWK YOU: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Utility company for screwing us over. Somehow, it just happens that our water bill soars at the same time this town is putting in new water lines. Then the bill goes down when the new water lines are done? We didn't do a thing different, so explain this to me, plz, mmkay. Also, for not having any kind of financial assistance for people like us who are stuck on piddly ass worker's comp., and can't pay our outrageous bill. Do we have to sell everything we have just to pay you to bend us over???&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FAWK YOU:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Job hunting! Since I finished college, I've been sending out buttloads of resumes, and filling out so many applications that I can't keep them straight. I've had ONE phone call, ONE! I need a job so freakin bad, it's not funny.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FAWK YOU:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; To Me! For not posting any rants in such a long time! I've been spending time job hunting and trying to make money wherever possible online, and just haven't been in the mood to rant. Yes, I have to be in the MOOD or it just doesn't feel right! I couldn't find one simple rant that I really wanted to write about! I'll get back into it soon, I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396791515958223474-7739776084191802977?l=rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7739776084191802977/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396791515958223474&amp;postID=7739776084191802977" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/7739776084191802977?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/7739776084191802977?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RantsInMyPants/~3/pQddIcdFtAI/f-u-friday-again.html" title="F-U Friday again!" /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/2011/09/f-u-friday-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQHR3g_fip7ImA9WhdUEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396791515958223474.post-7217909819394327064</id><published>2011-09-28T09:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T09:58:56.646-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-28T09:58:56.646-04:00</app:edited><title>The Car Shop</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ccffff; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I own a car shop and it’s been a long road from the day we opened the doors to the success we’re having now. I love the idea of owning my own business but man, is it a lot of work! I’ve had to do everything myself from looking into&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.bank-card-processing.com/"&gt;credit card services&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to talking to the landlord when I decided to buy this place to calling an accountant when I found out I was getting audited. I love having so much control over what goes on here but it’s a lot of responsibility, too, so there’s a lot to be said for working for someone else when it means you don’t have to answer any of the big questions! I wouldn’t do anything else so I guess I’m glad this has worked out so well for me and that I found my passion so early in life. I’ve had a lot of support so that’s been one nice thing I can say about having a huge family like mine here at home!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This is a paid post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396791515958223474-8485110469062986900?l=rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8485110469062986900/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396791515958223474&amp;postID=8485110469062986900" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/8485110469062986900?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/8485110469062986900?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RantsInMyPants/~3/bWHco5x_sr0/bed-rest.html" title="Bed Rest" /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/2011/07/bed-rest.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4BQHwzeCp7ImA9WhZbGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396791515958223474.post-2008293926141176503</id><published>2011-06-24T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:12:31.280-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-24T22:12:31.280-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drunk driving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ryan dunn" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bam margera" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jackass" /><title>RIP Ryan Dunn, Jackass.</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So most of you have probably heard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about the death of Ryan Dunn. Yes, many people are very sad about it, but am I the only one who thinks he really is a jackass?? I really don't feel bad for him. He was drunk driving going 130 mph. &lt;i&gt;Seriously??&lt;/i&gt; Was he trying to kill himself and his friend? You gotta be an idiot for trying to drive 130mph, but doing it drunk? Just yesterday, I heard the conversation Bam Margera had with his mom talking about Ryan's driving, saying how he always drives like an "asshole" and "remember when he almost killed us", and April kept saying that Ryan was going to be one of those people that are killed in their vehicle. Was she psychic? Or did she already know what an idiot he was?&lt;br /&gt;
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Drunk driving is one of my pet peeves. If you are going to be driving, DON'T drink, it's that simple. You are not only putting your own life in danger, you are putting others in danger as well. How would you feel if you hit a van filled with kids and killed them? Or killed your best friend who is sitting next to you in the car? People are fucking idiots. I feel bad for Ryan Dunn's family, but it was his own damned fault. Obviously, the whole jackass clan are adrenaline junkies, and I love watching their shows and movies, but don't put other people's lives in danger by just doing stupid ass shit like drunk driving. Ryan should be the poster child for drunk driving. &lt;b&gt;Dumbass.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This was a picture he tweeted just a few hours before the crash, most of you have probably seen this, but just in case...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's the fastest you have ever driven?&lt;/b&gt; I'm just curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think the fastest I've driven myself was probably 80-85. Yeah, dumb, but it was on the turnpike and I was honestly keeping up with traffic. My husband on the other hand loves to drive fast and likes to see how fast he can get a vehicle to go. I'm too scared to do that crap; it's too easy to lose control, even when you are sober.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396791515958223474-2008293926141176503?l=rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2008293926141176503/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396791515958223474&amp;postID=2008293926141176503" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/2008293926141176503?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/2008293926141176503?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RantsInMyPants/~3/ydmilcLuUMI/rip-ryan-dunn-jackass.html" title="RIP Ryan Dunn, Jackass." /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ipyjCUXpHzs/TgVClYsIUDI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hwSpqo8MuLc/s72-c/alg_ryan-dunn_tumblr.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/2011/06/rip-ryan-dunn-jackass.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcDR3s5eCp7ImA9WhZUFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396791515958223474.post-7167770205475669276</id><published>2011-06-09T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T00:01:16.520-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-09T00:01:16.520-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unexpected company" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="visitors" /><title>*Knock Knock*</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes the simplest thing&lt;/span&gt; can spark an idea for a topic to write about in this blog... I'm a quiet, private person. I like my privacy, even though I have a husband and 3 kids whom don't give me much of it. I'm also one of those people who does not like it when people show up unexpectedly. You know what I'm talking about; you are in the middle of doing dishes, have water all over and a mess to deal with in the kitchen and you hear the &lt;i&gt;"Knock knock"&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;CRAP!&lt;/b&gt; The house is a disaster, there are toys everywhere, the dog puked on the floor and I didn't take the time to clean it up yet because I was in the middle of dishes, and now someone is here? Eeeeek! Do I hide and pretend like I'm not here? That's difficult to do when you have 3 kids running around yelling, "&lt;i&gt;Someone's at the door!&lt;/i&gt;". Can't hide then, unless I want them to think that I leave my children home by themselves?&lt;br /&gt;
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I freak out easily when it comes to people being in my house. I'm not a clean freak by any means. I don't like to clean, and I get pissed off when I spend all day cleaning and the little brats ruin it within the first hour! I get paranoid when someone else comes into MY house. Everything has to be perfect. Every piece of paper has to be in the trash, every toy has to be put away, and every ounce of dust has to be wiped away, OH and the house has to smell delicious. I have to have some sort of candles lit or air freshener around.&lt;br /&gt;
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So yeah, I really hate it when people show up unexpectedly. I know there are a lot of people who are just out and about and think, "&lt;i&gt;Oh, I wonder if so and so is home? Let's stop by&lt;/i&gt;". I don't like to be interrupted. I may be working (since I work at home) or doing homework, or doing chores around the house. I want to look presentable to anyone who comes over unless it would be my old best friend who has seen me at my worse. I also don't like to just drop in on other people, even when friends say, &lt;i&gt;"stop over any time, I'm always home!&lt;/i&gt;". Even if I'm only a block away, I will call or text them just to make sure they are not in the middle of something. I don't want to be a bother!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you welcome unexpected company? Or do you like notice when someone is going to stop by??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396791515958223474-7167770205475669276?l=rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7167770205475669276/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396791515958223474&amp;postID=7167770205475669276" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/7167770205475669276?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396791515958223474/posts/default/7167770205475669276?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RantsInMyPants/~3/Lo170hinQOc/knock-knock.html" title="*Knock Knock*" /><author><name>Deanna crazed</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/113416271504780134644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uyMcy1OljX4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IINAV-Y6vN8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rantsinmypants2007.blogspot.com/2011/06/knock-knock.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

