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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AMQHw6cSp7ImA9WhRbFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873</id><updated>2012-02-07T16:03:01.219-07:00</updated><category term="Holidays" /><category term="weather" /><category term="Infertility" /><category term="media" /><category term="My past life" /><category term="I'm so broke I can't afford to pay attention" /><category term="Motorcycle" /><category term="people are people" /><category term="gettin ink done" /><category term="Soap Box" /><category term="4 legged kids" /><category term="sisterl;y love" /><category term="books" /><category term="Family" /><category term="Note to self" /><category term="Things I don't understand" /><category term="TECHY" /><category term="Friends" /><category term="funny haha not funny hehe" /><category term="the king" /><category term="musical words of wisdom" /><category term="Red Writing Hood" /><category term="things that gotta go Thursday" /><category term="save the drama for your mama" /><category term="Politics" /><category term="alcocholism" /><category term="surgery" /><category term="Wednesday's wonders" /><category term="ranting" /><category term="Mama Kat's" /><category term="sex" /><category term="blah blah blah" /><category term="neighbor love" /><category term="I'm otta here" /><category term="life change" /><category term="Flashback Friday" /><category term="Soapbox" /><category term="religion" /><category term="Daily grind" /><category term="things I wonder Wednesday" /><category term="blogging" /><category term="Bad people do bad things" /><category term="alcoholism" /><category term="farm" /><title>The Disenchanted Uterus</title><subtitle type="html">Welcome to my rantings!  Grab a cup of joe and stay a while.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>302</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/TheDisenchantedUterus" /><feedburner:info uri="thedisenchanteduterus" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AMQHw4cSp7ImA9WhRbFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-8180668016878631078</id><published>2012-02-07T16:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T16:03:01.239-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-07T16:03:01.239-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays" /><title>Valentine Schmalentine</title><summary type="html">Is anyone else bugged that February 10th through 14th flowers triple in price?

How about $65 for the smallest and most uncomfortable underwear imaginable all for a 2 minute “show”?

It took every ounce of gumpshion I could muster to make the kids Valentine’s this year. And this was my latest craft project:



Then there's the dilema about getting flowers at work. If everyone elses gets them you &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/TXbGVAB-fG4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/8180668016878631078/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentine-schmalentine.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/8180668016878631078?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/8180668016878631078?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/TXbGVAB-fG4/valentine-schmalentine.html" title="Valentine Schmalentine" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qkExs8FcQsk/Ty8RHSEoXCI/AAAAAAAABf4/s3zUPyTN4mA/s72-c/P1010773.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentine-schmalentine.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUMQXk6cSp7ImA9WhRUEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-5597964045860179235</id><published>2012-01-20T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:58:00.719-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-20T10:58:00.719-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alcocholism" /><title>I am...</title><summary type="html">

Well meaning friends often ask how I am doing. Most days there is not an easy answer for that. I am not sure how I am most of the time. I have become numb to my life.

Most nights I am fine with being holed up in my craft room until he passes out. Others I really want to veg in front of the tv. The problem with that is if I go where he is there will be interaction.

If he's in a good mood there&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/G8j7-pQY2yM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/5597964045860179235/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/5597964045860179235?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/5597964045860179235?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/G8j7-pQY2yM/i-am.html" title="I am..." /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04NRnk-eSp7ImA9WhRVGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-7656822423816487184</id><published>2012-01-19T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:06:37.751-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T12:06:37.751-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blah blah blah" /><title>They call me grace for a reason</title><summary type="html">

Winter has finally come. It was late this year and I can't say I was unhappy about the lingering fall weather. Especially yesterday when Winter decided to appear compete with a different kind of fall.

The stories of Fall:

Last fall I was ripping out the remains of my hosta's in the front yard. I was pushing the garbage can with the lid open in front of me. (Yes I can read and yes I NOW know &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/CHkee0MKDZg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/7656822423816487184/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2012/01/they-call-me-grace-for-reason.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/7656822423816487184?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/7656822423816487184?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/CHkee0MKDZg/they-call-me-grace-for-reason.html" title="They call me grace for a reason" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2012/01/they-call-me-grace-for-reason.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08FRHo7fyp7ImA9WhRVEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-5723827656837497546</id><published>2012-01-10T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T14:10:15.407-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-10T14:10:15.407-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alcoholism" /><title>Eggshells</title><summary type="html">

For me, the worst part of living with an alcoholic is eggshells.  You find your self tip-toeing around.  Tip-toeing around the house or the conversation.  One wrong move and you’ll be just another idiot in a fight with a drunk.  The drunk always wins and not because he’s right but because you finally wise up and stop fighting.  You can stop being the idiot but the drunk has to sober up.  And &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/S84m0dvZStU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/5723827656837497546/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2012/01/eggshells.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/5723827656837497546?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/5723827656837497546?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/S84m0dvZStU/eggshells.html" title="Eggshells" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g264/PaulBach/ClipArt/th_walking-on-eggshells.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2012/01/eggshells.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4EQXc-eCp7ImA9WhRTF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-1706825391320828128</id><published>2011-11-07T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:28:20.950-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T20:28:20.950-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My past life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Red Writing Hood" /><title>Doomed from the start</title><summary type="html">


My Mom gave me a necklace that held a beautiful medallion of the Virgin Mary to commemorate the day. It was amazing in its delicate nature and intricate detail. It was also “new” and had “blue” as it’s main color so it had two of the things all brides we supposed to have. 

We had spent months preparing for this day. Finding someone to make a cake and praying she made it to May 20th since she &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/MGhUVuDn-f8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/1706825391320828128/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/11/doomed-from-start.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/1706825391320828128?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/1706825391320828128?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/MGhUVuDn-f8/doomed-from-start.html" title="Doomed from the start" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oy27nWqXlig/TrihQekicFI/AAAAAAAABcU/RTWlPoGNe4Y/s72-c/remembeRedButton.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/11/doomed-from-start.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUACQXw-fip7ImA9WhRTFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-522558877135612415</id><published>2011-11-04T05:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T05:56:00.256-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-04T05:56:00.256-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays" /><title>Time to blab about what I'm thankful for - Part II</title><summary type="html">It’s the time of year for giving thanks and you know me, I’m such a follower! NOT! If you want the non- sarcastic version please visit yesterday’s post… Oh wait, that one’s not serious either….

I am thankful for:

1. Relatives. They have bestowed upon me bad genes in spades. There is the fat gene, as well as the increased risk of cancer and heart disease. What’s not be thankful for? What they &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/pv9Gv24T3Y4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/522558877135612415/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-to-blab-about-what-im-thankful-for_04.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/522558877135612415?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/522558877135612415?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/pv9Gv24T3Y4/time-to-blab-about-what-im-thankful-for_04.html" title="Time to blab about what I'm thankful for - Part II" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4NFkvxWBb8/TrMvZUOXRoI/AAAAAAAABcI/7SDnWkRpVVY/s72-c/Shut-Your-Whore-Mouth-Image.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-to-blab-about-what-im-thankful-for_04.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIFR3o8eyp7ImA9WhRTE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-4067661737382248338</id><published>2011-11-03T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:55:16.473-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-03T17:55:16.473-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays" /><title>Time to blab about what I'm thankful for - Part I</title><summary type="html">It’s the time of year for giving thanks and you know me, I’m such a follower! NOT! Today is the list of positive things I’m thankful for. Tomorrow is the flip side, I don’t want you to think I’ve taken leave of my senses and gone to mush!

I am thankful for:

1. My Mom whom I rely on a great deal. She has always been such a supportive person. And damn it, she’s usually right. (Mom – that was your&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/X7tcG2ySrRc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/4067661737382248338/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-to-blab-about-what-im-thankful-for.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/4067661737382248338?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/4067661737382248338?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/X7tcG2ySrRc/time-to-blab-about-what-im-thankful-for.html" title="Time to blab about what I'm thankful for - Part I" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-to-blab-about-what-im-thankful-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ACSHszfyp7ImA9WhRTEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-4641967433460858437</id><published>2011-11-02T10:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T18:56:09.587-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-02T18:56:09.587-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blah blah blah" /><title>Knowledge is power...</title><summary type="html">Things I’ve learned lately…

Saying “right?” at the end of sentence will get you laughed at in some circles. It is also a great way to halt conversation…


Crisco has many uses up to and including moisturizer. (No, Jen I am not doing this I swear!) The very reliable source in this case would be my mother. And she’s always (yes that was hard to type) right. Right?

If there is a rare medical &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/jvW24VGB8j4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/4641967433460858437/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/11/knowledge-is-power.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/4641967433460858437?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/4641967433460858437?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/jvW24VGB8j4/knowledge-is-power.html" title="Knowledge is power..." /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TXVolTNCGQ/TrAjO4qfzUI/AAAAAAAABcA/Lx_nlzHVtTs/s72-c/CRISCO.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/11/knowledge-is-power.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcFQnw6fip7ImA9WhRTEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-2730094177077408925</id><published>2011-11-01T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T10:46:53.216-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-01T10:46:53.216-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blah blah blah" /><title>The Big Top</title><summary type="html">

I’m considering running away and joining the circus. This is hysterical because my life is a circus. However I feel the actual circus would be a nice vacation…

Maybe I could just hang out and swing….




Maybe I could learn to juggle something other than time….



The downfall would be the makeup. I just had a chemical peel so I can’t wear any. Oh, wait, because of the chemical peel I don’t &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/KuA-57jPxAA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/2730094177077408925/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/11/big-top.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/2730094177077408925?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/2730094177077408925?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/KuA-57jPxAA/big-top.html" title="The Big Top" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-juWwYQ66Z4o/TrAiBkRzB3I/AAAAAAAABbc/V2edtKuRA54/s72-c/circus.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/11/big-top.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QMSXc-eSp7ImA9WhdUFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-8477060556067761807</id><published>2011-10-03T11:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T11:03:08.951-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-03T11:03:08.951-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="save the drama for your mama" /><title>The unicorn, does he or doesn't he exits?</title><summary type="html">
I often tell my nieces: “choices” while rolling my eyes at the King. This is usually after he does something that makes me shake my head wondering what I was thinking. The girls however are usually laughing their heads off because he’s such a train wreck.

I encourage them to be careful in their choices since Lord knows I should not pick for anyone else given my track record. My dad always told &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/XquUg5qdEmU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/8477060556067761807/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/10/unicorn-does-he-or-doesnt-he-exits.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/8477060556067761807?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/8477060556067761807?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/XquUg5qdEmU/unicorn-does-he-or-doesnt-he-exits.html" title="The unicorn, does he or doesn't he exits?" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B8UEHiSWx4A/Tonqv7lB5-I/AAAAAAAABbA/tkh-Bn5RxS0/s72-c/23672.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/10/unicorn-does-he-or-doesnt-he-exits.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMDQ307eCp7ImA9WhdUEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-3586428746203055200</id><published>2011-09-28T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T12:27:52.300-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-28T12:27:52.300-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="save the drama for your mama" /><title>A letter to Karma</title><summary type="html">Dear Karma

It seems you have misfired. The Uncle that has been stricken with Cancer is NOT the one you meant to get. Of this I am sure. I am certain you meant to strike his pedophile brother. Or the one that would rip off his own brother nearly bankrupting him. 

Please not the one I love so dearly. The one with kind eyes and a gentle way. Not the one that would do anything for you because he is&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/zAZQba2Xw4Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/3586428746203055200/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/09/letter-to-karma.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/3586428746203055200?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/3586428746203055200?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/zAZQba2Xw4Y/letter-to-karma.html" title="A letter to Karma" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/09/letter-to-karma.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUACQXg8cSp7ImA9WhdWGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-659346781172049150</id><published>2011-09-12T11:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T11:16:00.679-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-12T11:16:00.679-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="4 legged kids" /><title>The amazing escape act</title><summary type="html">This is very misleading:



You thinks she is all sugar and spice. Oh, wait, is she sitting in the King's leather chair like she owns it? Hmmmm

First I came home to water bowl full of urine. I would love to have seen how that played out.

Then it was her greeting us at the door. Apparently that wire dog kennel is not match for her.

So then we put the kennel against the wall to prevent her &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/OgxXTYyFs2A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/659346781172049150/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/09/amazing-escape-act.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/659346781172049150?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/659346781172049150?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/OgxXTYyFs2A/amazing-escape-act.html" title="The amazing escape act" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/09/amazing-escape-act.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAMSXc6eyp7ImA9WhdWEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-5318005324732713672</id><published>2011-09-05T20:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:06:28.913-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-05T20:06:28.913-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="save the drama for your mama" /><title>Looking for lessons in Cat-y-ness</title><summary type="html">
I am great at being a bitch.  I can provide references to prove I have serious skills.  If I have something to say I will say it straight on right to your face.  You always know where you stand with me.  I'm not good as making a cat-y comment to side step what I am really trying to say.  I actually think that's the pussy way out.  Say what you mean and mean what you say.  Even if it makes you a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/GzKFbxDZczg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/5318005324732713672/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/09/looking-for-lessons-in-cat-y-ness.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/5318005324732713672?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/5318005324732713672?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/GzKFbxDZczg/looking-for-lessons-in-cat-y-ness.html" title="Looking for lessons in Cat-y-ness" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CCw9YJGZM80/TmV_alJxoeI/AAAAAAAABa4/rTq5YqS4qO0/s72-c/cat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/09/looking-for-lessons-in-cat-y-ness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IEQX4-fyp7ImA9WhdXGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-3716297245852441610</id><published>2011-09-02T05:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T05:05:00.057-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-02T05:05:00.057-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="4 legged kids" /><title>My poor baby</title><summary type="html">At first glance you think she is wearing stylish hot pink socks...


At second glance your notice not only are they not socks but bandages. And not only are her feet a mess, so is her tummy...


We had her spayed and chipped which is normal stuff. The feet however, are not normal. Once again I'd like to thank the asshat breeder for not have her dewclaws removed when she was a pup. It's 100 times &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/OHz8XHBwbhE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/3716297245852441610/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-poor-baby.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/3716297245852441610?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/3716297245852441610?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/OHz8XHBwbhE/my-poor-baby.html" title="My poor baby" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3jmcNcmKew/TkQM9SnRnjI/AAAAAAAABZ8/n8vrCLDUeyQ/s72-c/P1010218.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-poor-baby.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IAQX84eip7ImA9WhdXGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-2543321167096423015</id><published>2011-09-01T06:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T06:19:00.132-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-01T06:19:00.132-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Things I don't understand" /><title>Things I don't understand Thursday</title><summary type="html">Things I don’t understand Thursday

Pasta sauce: I buy it at the store, bring it home and put it in storage (very organized storage mind you). When we run out it goes on the list and I buy more. Did I mention I do 99.9% of the cooking?

Shorts: The King has a favorite pair that if I don’t confiscate when he is at work to wash would never be clean. I like to play a game of hide the shorts when &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/aJnbrNTD0rk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/2543321167096423015/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/09/things-i-dont-understand-thursday.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/2543321167096423015?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/2543321167096423015?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/aJnbrNTD0rk/things-i-dont-understand-thursday.html" title="Things I don't understand Thursday" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/09/things-i-dont-understand-thursday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYFQ347fip7ImA9WhdXGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-9169795453103789958</id><published>2011-08-31T12:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T12:58:32.006-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-31T12:58:32.006-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blah blah blah" /><title>I'm entiteled to what??</title><summary type="html">
I am noticing an alarming trend. Apparently I missed the boat somewhere along the line. There are people out there relatively close to the same age as me some even older, who's parents provide everything groceries to Harley's to houses for their day to day life.  Not just one time gifts but EVERYTHING. These spoiled brats seem to think they don't have to work either.

I guess if I were handed &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/U9JBWwhXZlw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/9169795453103789958/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-entiteled-to-what.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/9169795453103789958?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/9169795453103789958?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/U9JBWwhXZlw/im-entiteled-to-what.html" title="I'm entiteled to what??" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-woR-huM9pDs/Tl6DxgmkuYI/AAAAAAAABa0/z32Ycq-SvCU/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-entiteled-to-what.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04BRHo5cSp7ImA9WhdXEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-2223411719465520857</id><published>2011-08-25T12:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T12:12:35.429-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-25T12:12:35.429-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people are people" /><title>The opposite of the little black book</title><summary type="html">


I have done it.  As a service to my single friends I have started the “LIST”.  I am helping them construct a list of dates gone wrong so they can network the list to make sure they aren’t wasting their time trying to get to know a dude someone else dated and ditched.  Especially when he turned out to be a “leg humper” or parolee who skips out on the check.  

Who wants to waste 2 months &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/Ptv-Dy2Fy3g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/2223411719465520857/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/08/opposite-of-little-black-book.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/2223411719465520857?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/2223411719465520857?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/Ptv-Dy2Fy3g/opposite-of-little-black-book.html" title="The opposite of the little black book" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ytnDm4jjew/TlaQj8tx5xI/AAAAAAAABas/I6bc1RPcOyk/s72-c/BD.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/08/opposite-of-little-black-book.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8MRn86fCp7ImA9WhdQFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-4315043190374770976</id><published>2011-08-17T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T14:44:47.114-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-17T14:44:47.114-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm otta here" /><title>Memories from a girls trip</title><summary type="html">The ones that belong to Mom:

"I can't phantom how you would make a living out here in the middle of no where" PHANTOM... fathom maybe? Yes the word phantom was used incorrectly all weekend

With regards to a woman walking down the road: "She's not old, she's worn"

And while my Sister was making a 100 point turn on a mountain road: "I jarred my knee trying to stop the car". Mind you my sister &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/oydplghbAhY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/4315043190374770976/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/08/memories-from-girls-trip.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/4315043190374770976?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/4315043190374770976?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/oydplghbAhY/memories-from-girls-trip.html" title="Memories from a girls trip" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UyXBj00oU7o/TkwdsglukdI/AAAAAAAABaE/dN7XWKIgmPk/s72-c/P1010355.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/08/memories-from-girls-trip.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYFR34_cCp7ImA9WhdQEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-1479409355114699960</id><published>2011-08-11T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:01:56.048-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-11T11:01:56.048-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="neighbor love" /><title>More stories from the hood</title><summary type="html">I know you love these stories so even though this is second hand story it must be shared.

Our country neighborhood with lots that allow horses, cows, and the like borders a city neighborhood. Most of us just plant grass on our acre, but the neighbor to the East has brought in horses. Not just any horses, but these:


As you can see, they are taller than the fence and could clear it easily.  They&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/o7HRGFZjJ18" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/1479409355114699960/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-stories-from-hood.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/1479409355114699960?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/1479409355114699960?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/o7HRGFZjJ18/more-stories-from-hood.html" title="More stories from the hood" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r8AcrlE3z_8/TkQGsi3jg1I/AAAAAAAABZc/Lb91P8gbYpE/s72-c/P1010229.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-stories-from-hood.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIASH09eSp7ImA9WhdRGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-401969251304112246</id><published>2011-08-08T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T11:29:09.361-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-08T11:29:09.361-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blah blah blah" /><title>Some things just have to be said</title><summary type="html">
You are not Rhianna so you do NOT look good in bright maroon hair. STOP THE MADNESS!!! And if I see anyone wearing beef, rest assured I will snatch it off them and find the nearest BBQ grill. Nipples be damned.

There is some truth to stereotyping. Get a sense of humor already! Any day of the week I can look out and see a Mexican dude mowing the lawn. He can’t speak to me in English but does a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/LajdAtxtsUY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/401969251304112246/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/08/some-things-just-have-to-be-said.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/401969251304112246?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/401969251304112246?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/LajdAtxtsUY/some-things-just-have-to-be-said.html" title="Some things just have to be said" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHAdEcj_LZA/TkActtz3HzI/AAAAAAAABZU/fT9hULtZa-w/s72-c/rihanna1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/08/some-things-just-have-to-be-said.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAMQXw9eCp7ImA9WhdRFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-2442156388661556351</id><published>2011-08-05T06:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T06:53:00.260-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-05T06:53:00.260-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="4 legged kids" /><title>Piss on ya</title><summary type="html">While on my sabbatical in July I had a few adventures. They mostly included the Jeep.

Stuck in a snow drift in July.

Abby's first time in the water. We naturally picked the coldest water around for her to start off in.

But most of all I remember being marked.















We had been the jeep for quite a long time this particular day.  We had gotten out a long the way to stretch but it had &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/LYao21i2rMA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/2442156388661556351/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/08/piss-on-ya.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/2442156388661556351?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/2442156388661556351?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/LYao21i2rMA/piss-on-ya.html" title="Piss on ya" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHgfLl8id-U/TjnuzHcsddI/AAAAAAAABY8/KERIB6X4uZA/s72-c/P1010159.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/08/piss-on-ya.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIDSHo-fyp7ImA9WhdRFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-1401969103347060965</id><published>2011-08-03T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T19:16:19.457-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-03T19:16:19.457-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alcoholism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Infertility" /><title>Boob fest, not to be confused with a BOOBIE fest</title><summary type="html">

I need to cry in my soup for a minute so bear with me. I am in a down cycle. For those not familiar with depression, it means that I am in a not great place in my head. I can’t decide if my meds have stopped working or if I am expecting too much from them with all that is going on in my life right now. I hate to adjust my meds when maybe what I need is to adjust my life.

The King is drinking &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/cygnnxxSXpc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/1401969103347060965/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/08/boob-fest-not-to-be-confused-with.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/1401969103347060965?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/1401969103347060965?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/cygnnxxSXpc/boob-fest-not-to-be-confused-with.html" title="Boob fest, not to be confused with a BOOBIE fest" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/08/boob-fest-not-to-be-confused-with.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMGSHozeip7ImA9WhdRFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-2094807758395034268</id><published>2011-08-03T18:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T18:40:29.482-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-03T18:40:29.482-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blah blah blah" /><title>MIA</title><summary type="html">If you’re not feeling the love because I have been missing here don’t feel bad. You aren’t the only one…

Abby isn’t feeling the love because I haven’t been working on her training. Hence the fact she still jumps and nips. She does however do a cute little roll when I knee her for jumping on me. It’s like a summer salt. I am not sure how much longer she will be this agile… Does that count as &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/FWbxMjbeF8A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/2094807758395034268/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/08/mia.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/2094807758395034268?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/2094807758395034268?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/FWbxMjbeF8A/mia.html" title="MIA" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K8gaivfXzsk/TjnpqDekoAI/AAAAAAAABYs/3Tv98itxgUo/s72-c/P1010205.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/08/mia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EARnY5eip7ImA9WhZbFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-2735273986633733048</id><published>2011-06-20T16:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:40:47.822-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-20T16:40:47.822-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blah blah blah" /><title>Weekend recap</title><summary type="html">





&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~4/oxs8XD3pe5Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/feeds/2735273986633733048/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekend-recap.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/2735273986633733048?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1678862578080434873/posts/default/2735273986633733048?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDisenchantedUterus/~3/oxs8XD3pe5Y/weekend-recap.html" title="Weekend recap" /><author><name>NIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08537381305498136773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbZ-vkZEwCI/ScPGR2X7DKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W6TEwgfLniM/S220/03-14-09.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedisenchanteduterus.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekend-recap.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QEQX87eyp7ImA9WhZbE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678862578080434873.post-759491944896127903</id><published>2011-06-17T05:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T05:15:00.103-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-17T05:15:00.103-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blah blah blah" /><title>Tales from the Whine Bottle</title><summary type="html">

You may have noticed from my last few posts I am on one. In fact you are probably ducking so that I don’t come at you, right? Never fear, I am on a different kick so your safe!

Remember when you were in your 20’s and just woke up with a hangover and started drinking again to avoid it catching up to you?

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