<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:01:48.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MuddyBlog</title><subtitle type='html'>It's craptacular!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-7134226797192580768</id><published>2008-12-17T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:55:15.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Strange Sculptures (Part I) | Village of Joy</title><summary type='text'>20 Strange Sculptures (Part I) | Village of Joy</summary><link rel='related' href='http://villageofjoy.com/20-strange-sculptures-part-i/' title='20 Strange Sculptures (Part I) | Village of Joy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/7134226797192580768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=7134226797192580768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/7134226797192580768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/7134226797192580768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2008/12/20-strange-sculptures-part-i-village-of.html' title='20 Strange Sculptures (Part I) | Village of Joy'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-1685764821522618346</id><published>2008-11-15T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:05:17.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>foodomat26.jpg (JPEG Image, 720x518 pixels)</title><summary type='text'>foodomat26.jpg (JPEG Image, 720x518 pixels)</summary><link rel='related' href='http://theimaginaryworld.com/foodomat26.jpg' title='foodomat26.jpg (JPEG Image, 720x518 pixels)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/1685764821522618346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=1685764821522618346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/1685764821522618346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/1685764821522618346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2008/11/foodomat26jpg-jpeg-image-720x518-pixels.html' title='foodomat26.jpg (JPEG Image, 720x518 pixels)'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107297242815630386</id><published>2004-01-01T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T10:54:55.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Farewell to blogger.  Everything is archived (and, I might add, catogorized) on http://muddyblog.typepad.com.  This is the last time I'll be posting here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107297242815630386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107297242815630386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107297242815630386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107297242815630386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2004/01/farewell-to-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107288477633398108</id><published>2003-12-31T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T10:59:16.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I've been convinced.  I signed up for typepad.  May God help us all....
Check out http://muddyblog.typepad.com,  but don't expect anything for a while as I figure out what the heck I'm doing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107288477633398108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107288477633398108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107288477633398108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107288477633398108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/ok-ive-been-convinced.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107282175471574097</id><published>2003-12-30T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T17:03:40.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Then again, maybe this is a good time to switch to Type Pad or other service.  I dread that as I'd have to totally retool things, but I may not have much choice.  :p  Thoughts?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107282175471574097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107282175471574097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107282175471574097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107282175471574097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/then-again-maybe-this-is-good-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107279885595265655</id><published>2003-12-30T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T10:42:00.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Curses!  Village Photos (my picture host) seems to be having problems lately, that's why you don't see any page design or photos.  I wish I could pay for blogspot pro and fix it, already, but even blogspot pay services seem to be down!  Anyone know of a reliable picture-hosting site?  I'd rather it be free but I'll pay as long as its reasonable and reliable.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107279885595265655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107279885595265655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107279885595265655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107279885595265655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/curses-village-photos-my-picture-host.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107273913828779732</id><published>2003-12-29T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T18:06:42.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's a "Boy Meets Boy" marathon on Bravo.  I watched a few minutes and then started to wonder....Where's the "Girl Meets Girl"?  Gayness is being embraced nowadays, or, at least, its being stared at, like gay people are fish and straights are there inquisitive owners.  "Why do they move around like that?  Do they ever sleep?  What would happen if I touched one?"  However, lesbians have yet to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107273913828779732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107273913828779732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107273913828779732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107273913828779732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/theres-boy-meets-boy-marathon-on-bravo.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107271636608102280</id><published>2003-12-29T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T11:55:18.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here am I with two of my favorite xmas gifts on display.  A nice warm, winter hat and an even warmer fleece jacket.  Yes, the hat makes me look uber-dorky but, there isn't very much further down I can go on that scale, anyway, and at my age I could give a shit.  Why is it peaked, you ask?  There's a very good reason for that.  I have a huge melon.  It's about as round as a head can be.  Another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107271636608102280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107271636608102280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107271636608102280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107271636608102280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/here-am-i-with-two-of-my-favorite-xmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107263140389099051</id><published>2003-12-28T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T20:47:17.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RoTK - My View</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I'm going to have to go against most of the blogosphere here and say my one word review of Return of the King is..."Eh".This is not to say that it is a bad movie, it's certainly not.  It's good.  It's just not wonderful, great, fantasic, earth-shattering and all the other adjectives being heaped on it.  Having read the books and seen all the other movies I can say that RoTK (the movie) is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107263140389099051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107263140389099051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107263140389099051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107263140389099051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/rotk-my-view.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;RoTK - My View&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107254151010819616</id><published>2003-12-27T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T11:14:40.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's very odd (not to mention, scary) being the sole single adult in my entire extended family.  It makes it rather difficult to think up interesting conversation.  Seeing as I am not married and I do not have children, no one is seemingly able to relate to me anymore.  I am as a child.  I must be taught about life, since I obviously haven't really lived it, single and childless as I am.  I think</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107254151010819616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107254151010819616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107254151010819616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107254151010819616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/its-very-odd-not-to-mention-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107249893244742165</id><published>2003-12-26T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T23:24:56.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a beagle!</title><summary type='text'> 
    
    What cartoon dog are you?
    Brought to you by the good folks at sacwriters.com.
    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107249893244742165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107249893244742165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107249893244742165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107249893244742165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/im-beagle.html' title='I&apos;m a beagle!'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107249888882190128</id><published>2003-12-26T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T23:22:30.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I always get Hobbes!</title><summary type='text'>You're Hobbes. First of all, the makers of thisquiz would like to congratulate you. You haveour seal of approval. You are kind,intelligent, loving, and good-humoredlypractical. You're proud of who you are. At thesame time, you're tolerant of those who lackyour clearsightedness. You're always playful,but never annoying. For these traits, you arewell-loved, and with good cause.
 Which famous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107249888882190128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107249888882190128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107249888882190128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107249888882190128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-always-get-hobbes.html' title='I always get Hobbes!'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107248768946445909</id><published>2003-12-26T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T20:21:11.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice, fresh quiz to answer!</title><summary type='text'> Marie found this, I just stole it.What did you do in 2003 that you'd never done before?   Became an aunt.  Twice. :&gt;Did you keep your new years' resolutions and will you make more for next year?  No, and I've stopped making any.  They all lead to nothing anyway.Did anyone close to you give birth?  Yes!  Both of my sister-in-laws.  (curse them...)  Did anyone close to you die?  Thankfully, no  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107248768946445909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107248768946445909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107248768946445909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107248768946445909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/nice-fresh-quiz-to-answer.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;A nice, fresh quiz to answer!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107244749728355624</id><published>2003-12-26T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T09:21:15.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Maid's  Friday Five</title><summary type='text'>The first Christmas spent with me as the only (and I do mean ONLY) non-married, non-child-towing adult.  I very much felt like a third-wheel.  Needless to say, the dessert table was my buffet all night long.  :p  Things can only go downhill from here.  I guess I should start dressing in black and affecting a hunch to complete the spinster effect.  Now where can I buy some ribbon candy....?1. What</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107244749728355624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107244749728355624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107244749728355624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107244749728355624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/old-maids-friday-five.html' title='The Old Maid&apos;s &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fridayfive.org/&quot;&gt; Friday Five&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107228550797795969</id><published>2003-12-24T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T12:06:07.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Merry Xmas and happy holidays to all youse guys.  You had to know there'd be dogs involved, yes?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107228550797795969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107228550797795969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107228550797795969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107228550797795969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/merry-xmas-and-happy-holidays-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107223908468646016</id><published>2003-12-23T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T23:12:23.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Son of a Diddly!</title><summary type='text'>I just watched  Requiem for a Dream.  That's one seriously fucked up movie, right there.  That's all I got to say about that...
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107223908468646016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107223908468646016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107223908468646016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107223908468646016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/son-of-diddly.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Son of a Diddly!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107221003588322154</id><published>2003-12-23T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T15:08:14.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate politics</title><summary type='text'>I hate politics.  This is not meant to inspire political debate on the merits or demerits of war or of Bush or well...of anything really.  This is just me trying to remember what led us here.  Fear led us here.  Fear led us to the assumption that all "bad" (ie, those not like us) regimes should be "changed".  It led us to assume that a barely literate hick with a knack for sending people for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107221003588322154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107221003588322154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107221003588322154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107221003588322154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-hate-politics.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;I hate politics&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107214806424060852</id><published>2003-12-22T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T21:57:15.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Due to my own stupidity, 'you' may have started reading this blog.  Well, ya know, I don't care.  I'm pissed off at 'you', and I'm just gonna lay it out on the line regardless of what damage it does to 'your' poor psyche.  'You''ve screwed me up enough.It seems that you always show up now when you are concerned or have had a lil tiff with the lovely lady you dumped me for.  You need solace, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107214806424060852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107214806424060852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107214806424060852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107214806424060852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/due-to-my-own-stupidity-you-may-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107212204581089157</id><published>2003-12-22T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T14:51:33.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A bad omen?  Tojo with and without the happy, jolly little Christmas bell that recently fell off him.  I never thought something could be quite as ugly (in a cute way) as this  until I saw it.  It was a gift though, and I am grateful to everyone who is kind enough to think of me.  No, really, I'm serious.  Quit snickering!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107212204581089157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107212204581089157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107212204581089157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107212204581089157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/bad-omen-tojo-with-and-without-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107205715954511748</id><published>2003-12-21T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T20:40:15.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...and look at me without you.  I'm quite proud of myself.  I feel reckless, clumsy, and like I'm making a mistake.  A REALLY big mistake..." - Everything But The Girl</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107205715954511748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107205715954511748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107205715954511748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107205715954511748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107205373919268983</id><published>2003-12-21T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T19:43:15.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was all set to blog something holiday-like or goofy or stupid (and I probably will later) but  Whitesquirrel said something that made me think.What I'm thinking is this.  I'm screwed up.  I could blame a lot of things for this, childhood trauma, old boyfriends, the emotional scars that Ladies who Love can Lay on you...blah blah blah..but I can't really, and I won't.  Things happened, yes, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107205373919268983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107205373919268983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107205373919268983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107205373919268983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-was-all-set-to-blog-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107196912937204420</id><published>2003-12-20T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T20:13:05.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff you don't have</title><summary type='text'>
Why don't you have this stuff?  
Part 1
How do I describe Jai Ignish?  Well, I can't really.  This is jangle-pop with strange, eerie found sounds.  Clicks and beep and "shhhh"s that would seem to want to ruin the song, but...they don't.  They make it, somehow. Red House Painters are on Sub Pop now.  Which seems...wrong to me.  This is as melodic a band as you'll ever find.  Unless Sub Pop has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107196912937204420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107196912937204420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107196912937204420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107196912937204420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/stuff-you-dont-have.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Stuff you don&apos;t have&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107195122615065999</id><published>2003-12-20T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T15:19:01.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will be guilty as the rest of you on X-mas morning of the  "crappy cd as gift" faux pas.  I also agree whole-heartedly with the (admittedly) hidden message behind this.  I thought this was  very cute (gonna show it to Reece, eventually) and I love  Specs of the Century!  Although. it being British, I missed a few.  I got 7 (63%)!  Top that, you limeys!  There's also this thing about  Johnny </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107195122615065999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107195122615065999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107195122615065999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107195122615065999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-will-be-guilty-as-rest-of-you-on-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107188001170169145</id><published>2003-12-19T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T19:27:46.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm.  I feel giddy.  I couldn't tell you why.  The season?  Maybe.  Why am I talking in sentence fragments?  Maybe I'm tired.   The sky seems different nowadays.  Brighter, cleaner....Sharper.  Yes, yes, you smart-alecs, I KNOW "its winter".  Things seem sharper too.  Tis the season.  You get gifts, you give gifts.   People slow down, even slightly, for this exchange to take place.  People stop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107188001170169145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107188001170169145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107188001170169145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107188001170169145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107187823000820924</id><published>2003-12-19T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T18:58:04.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Bitch Country on Bush.  Hehe.  that kinda sounds dirty.  But its actually a great article.  I'd, yaknow, kiss her 'n' shite but she might not be into it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107187823000820924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107187823000820924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107187823000820924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107187823000820924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/bitch-country-on-bush.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107184479447653863</id><published>2003-12-19T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T16:20:31.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'> The Friday Five</title><summary type='text'>1. List your five favorite beverages.Water, ginger ale, A&amp;W root beer, Sprite, hot chocolate2. List your five favorite websites.Fark, Milk and Cookies,   Amazon, Orb, The Underdogs3. List your five favorite snack foods.Pecan Sandies (cookies), Nature Valley trail mix bars, oranges, Kudos, cashews4. List your five favorite board and/or card games.Trivial Pursuit is the only one I can remember </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107184479447653863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107184479447653863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107184479447653863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107184479447653863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/friday-five.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fridayfive.org/&quot;&gt; The Friday Five&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107177781971298568</id><published>2003-12-18T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T15:04:33.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ermm...Is it Friday the 13th or is everyone's "comment" system down?  I've been perusing my daily reads and even went so far as to read some new blogs I need to get caught up on and I can't comment!  This is baaad.  I live to comment.  No, I don't know why.  Half the time I'm not being a wise-ass either...REALLY!  I think comments in blogs are really a great invention.  You can tell the writer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107177781971298568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107177781971298568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107177781971298568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107177781971298568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/ermm.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107176241438686324</id><published>2003-12-18T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> This is just a great idea.  Doesn't matter what your thoughts on the war are, these people fight and die for us, and books are the least we can do to repay them.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107176241438686324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107176241438686324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107176241438686324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107176241438686324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/this-is-just-great-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107176183389063441</id><published>2003-12-18T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:40:51.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glitter Kids</title><summary type='text'>Where are the Glitter Kids nowadays?  The ones that were so tuned in to Bowie and Mott and Gary and (to a lesser extent) Elton, that they stayed in the discos all night long.  At the height of the Glitter Years,  in '73, I was 7.  I remember my older cousins getting dressed up and decked out on Saturday nights, though.  As I grew older I envied them the great music of their adolescence.  When I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107176183389063441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107176183389063441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107176183389063441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107176183389063441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/glitter-kids.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Glitter Kids&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107168893749308342</id><published>2003-12-17T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'> The 5,000 Question Survey - Part 4</title><summary type='text'>151. What is louder and more annoying...200 adults talking in a restaurant or one four year old screaming?  Four year olds rarely scream.  Babies, yes, even two year olds scream.  If, however, you hear a four year old child actually screaming, you might want to look into it.  Anyway, the question is, does a baby's cry really bother me in a restaurant.  No.  200 adults talking is just annoying but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107168893749308342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107168893749308342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107168893749308342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107168893749308342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/5000-question-survey-part-4.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.freeopendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=A894446&amp;entry=10016&amp;mode=date&quot;&gt; The 5,000 Question Survey - Part 4&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107162120520932651</id><published>2003-12-16T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I'm just soo sad.  I passed by a beautiful woman today and now I know there IS such a thing as love at first sight.  Her eyes were this deep, deep sea green an her hair smelled wonderful and was so cute and short and glistening.  ...Of course, then her husband and two kids showed up and it's obvious that I still suck at reading signals because I could have sworn she was flirting with me.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107162120520932651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107162120520932651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107162120520932651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107162120520932651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/ok-im-just-soo-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107162112615138216</id><published>2003-12-16T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few choice searchengine querys that led people here.  

'Google:  hurt and joy for her mistress'   - Umm....I don't even wanna venture to guess how THAT led people to my lil blog.  I'm not into S&amp;M.  Sorry.

'Yahoo:  kurt's journals' - Yes, I did make reference to Kurt Cobain's journals in here somewhere.  Makes sense.

'Google:  were can i find pictures of people going mudding'  - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107162112615138216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107162112615138216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107162112615138216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107162112615138216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/few-choice-searchengine-querys-that-led.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107158926754566309</id><published>2003-12-16T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:32:37.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From Gina's blog.  
"Choose one of your favorite bands and answer the following questions using song titlies from that band".  If anyone guesses the band I'm using you'll win my everlasting love and respect.  Really.Are you male or female?  "Ooh (She's My Baby)"Describe Yourself  "The Strangest Kind"How do some people feel about you? "Fool"How do you feel about yourself? "Heart of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107158926754566309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107158926754566309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107158926754566309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107158926754566309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/from-ginas-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107151886349803890</id><published>2003-12-15T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Memories</title><summary type='text'>I have nothing but fond memories of all my Christmases...well, give or take a few.  Most were wonderful.  My dad never drank on Christmas, for several reasons.  For one, my mother was such a Christmas fan (and such a natural perfectionist) that I do believe she might actually have left him had he dared to drink on the 25th of December.  Although, knowing her, perhaps not.The other reason had to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107151886349803890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107151886349803890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107151886349803890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107151886349803890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/christmas-memories.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Memories&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107149575089964899</id><published>2003-12-15T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is with memes nowadays?  They just suck.  They are piss-poor attempts to drive traffic, yet not even that.  So many just don't even try anymore.  It didn't used to be this way, Smithers, it didn't used to be THIS way at all...I remember back when I first started (yes I know, it wasn't long ago) there were so many memes and each was an interesting thing.  The questions were thought-provoking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107149575089964899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107149575089964899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107149575089964899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107149575089964899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/what-is-with-memes-nowadays-they-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107142879329104218</id><published>2003-12-14T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Secret Santa" my ass</title><summary type='text'>We always have "secret Santa" with my relatives, its a (semi) tradition.  We each pick one name from a hat and buy no more than a $100 gift for that one person.  That way, everyone gets something and none of us needs to go broke.  (I've got TONS of relatives.)  This year is the first Christmas for a lot of newborn babies in our family, so instead of the secret Santa, we agreed JUST to buy things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107142879329104218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107142879329104218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107142879329104218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107142879329104218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/secret-santa-my-ass.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Secret Santa&quot; my ass&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107142258070323580</id><published>2003-12-14T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A holiday miracle</title><summary type='text'>Tojo is the miracle dog.  He is back with us and walking (albeit with a limp).  This after I resigned myself to the fact that the holidays would be spent without him and that he was in too much pain and too old to ever walk again.  Honestly, my brother and I were discussing whether we wanted to bury his ashes in the backyard or not.  He may never move the same way again and may not even make it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107142258070323580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107142258070323580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107142258070323580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107142258070323580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/holiday-miracle.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;A holiday miracle&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107127369835999853</id><published>2003-12-12T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wire Mothers</title><summary type='text'>I'm thinking of wire and cloth mothers right now.  Back in college Sociology 101 we learned about two sets of monkeys that were taken from their mothers right after birth.  One set of monkeys was given a "wire mother", ie, a wire frame in the shape of a mother monkey with an attached bottle of milk.  The other set was given a "cloth mother", a fluffy soft cloth dummy in the shape of a mother </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107127369835999853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107127369835999853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107127369835999853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107127369835999853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/wire-mothers.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Wire Mothers&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107125574577295548</id><published>2003-12-12T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I just feel like slapping people.  "Oh!  Whine, whine, bitch!  My body isn't perfect!", or "My trip to the Bahamas was cancelled", or even "work sucks!".  Life is a gift everyday. A gift.I just wish more people would be thankful.  The whiners are healthy people with loving families and lots of money jingling in their pockets.  Would it kill them to practice a little daily gratitude?  Ok</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107125574577295548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107125574577295548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107125574577295548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107125574577295548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/sometimes-i-just-feel-like-slapping.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107124036197111948</id><published>2003-12-12T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'> The Friday Five</title><summary type='text'>1. Do you enjoy the cold weather and snow for the holidays?Very much so, it makes it seem much more like the holidays I remember as a child, it seems it was always snowing then.2. What is your ideal holiday celebration? How, where, with whom would you celebrate to make things perfect?I wish my little brother, his wife and my little niece could be with us, instead of several hundred miles away.  I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107124036197111948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107124036197111948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107124036197111948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107124036197111948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/friday-five_12.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fridayfive.org&quot;&gt; The Friday Five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107118341667138470</id><published>2003-12-11T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A bit of good news on the dog front.  Tojo stood up on his own today.  It may not seem like much but for a dog that hasn't been able to move in seven days, standing is a miracle.  The vet said he's never seen the treatment take this long.  He's not out of the woods yet, but let me just utter a preliminary, hesitant, "WOO!".  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107118341667138470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107118341667138470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107118341667138470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107118341667138470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/bit-of-good-news-on-dog-front.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107115952153872078</id><published>2003-12-11T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All my x-mas shopping is done.  You heard me, ALL of it.  The largest gift, by far, is for my baby nephew Reece.  It will be his first Christmas and things like this are important.  You may be asking yourself, "What's an agnostic doing planning for Christmas?".  Christmas, for me, has never really been about the single event that is said to have happened then (and by the way, its Mithras who's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107115952153872078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107115952153872078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107115952153872078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107115952153872078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/all-my-x-mas-shopping-is-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107107469001648205</id><published>2003-12-10T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some things were meant to be.  Tojo is still paralyzed.  It isn't likely that the lyme disease is to blame, but rather something neurological.  When eleven year old dogs have neurological problems, there isn't much point in...Well, I think I'll leave it at that for now.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107107469001648205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107107469001648205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107107469001648205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107107469001648205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/some-things-were-meant-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107106642111935761</id><published>2003-12-10T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Far be it from me to defend Michael Jackson, the man is weird and has made himself a public spectacle, but we've already convicted him of  something he may not have actually done.    I would like to be the first to flip the switch on the guy if he's guilty, but what if we are hounding and destroying the reputation (not to mention the livelihood) of an innocent man?  Who becomes the monster then?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107106642111935761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107106642111935761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107106642111935761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107106642111935761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/far-be-it-from-me-to-defend-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107101167036438878</id><published>2003-12-09T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bottom Line</title><summary type='text'>They closed  The Bottom Line for good today.  The club that Springsteen, Lou Reed, Miles Davis and many others had made famous will be gone very shortly.  For the life of me I cannot see why NYU refused to even deal with the club and somehow keep it open, if only as a landmark.  I've been there several times and each was special.  It's been an institution for thirty years.  The Village will seem,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107101167036438878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107101167036438878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107101167036438878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107101167036438878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/bottom-line.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107098179686167408</id><published>2003-12-09T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whelp, if  Dusty/Scott can do it, so can I.  Hi, my name is Anne.  ...Ok, to be fair, I did let this slip a few days ago but I'm counting on not many people noticing. :&gt;  As to why I used an alias at all, I have no answer for that.  Except, perhaps, that I was expecting the ghosts of those I wrote about to come around and haunt me for describing certain things.   Cheekysquirrel says that bloggers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107098179686167408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107098179686167408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107098179686167408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107098179686167408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/whelp-if-dustyscott-as-to-why-i-used.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107092712624350937</id><published>2003-12-08T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Space</title><summary type='text'>I don't force my dog to wear suits, ties or stupid hats.  I don't enter him into pageants or teach him to sing or to bark the alphabet.  I don't call him "pookie" or "muffin" or talk baby-talk to him.  In short, I treat him like a dog.Yet, he is my best friend.  For seven of his eleven years it has just been him and me - a team.  Today I didn't wake up to his soft breathing beside me.  Tell me "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107092712624350937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107092712624350937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107092712624350937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107092712624350937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/space.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Space&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107092638867877653</id><published>2003-12-08T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm depressed, more stupid quizzes</title><summary type='text'> Which Dr. Seuss character are you? brought to you by Quizilla

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I am a subtle taste, like Pine.
I am a quiet, fresh taste, almost more of a scent than a flavour. You will be aware of me, but not quite remember me without being reminded. Not that I'm boring; on the contrary, I'm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107092638867877653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107092638867877653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107092638867877653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107092638867877653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/im-depressed-more-stupid-quizzes.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;I&apos;m depressed, more stupid quizzes&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107085019244358353</id><published>2003-12-07T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Definition of a Bad Weekend</title><summary type='text'>I awoke on Friday morning to find that Tojo was limping far worse than he had been the day before.  What I had taken for a bent nail or other mere annoyance was obviously something far greater.  By the end of Friday, he was literally crawling.  Saturday morning I took him to the vet, that is, a strong friend of mine literally LIFTED my 90 pound dog and carried him to the car, then carried him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107085019244358353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107085019244358353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107085019244358353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107085019244358353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/definition-of-bad-weekend.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Definition of a Bad Weekend&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107067353564326741</id><published>2003-12-05T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Blind</title><summary type='text'>I look out my window and its as if a gigantic salt shaker was slowly being over-turned onto the ground before me.  About an hour later, I look out again and the world is a tabula rasa, newly white and perfect.  I'm used to my view being interrupted by houses, or cars or trees...but now everything is bathed in snow as if God spread his linen tablecloth over the earth.  You heard me, I said the 'G'</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107067353564326741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107067353564326741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107067353564326741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107067353564326741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/snow-blind.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Snow Blind&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107058003650004810</id><published>2003-12-04T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I knew I loved you the first time I saw you.  You weren't mine then, you belonged to someone else.  He beamed a huge grin as he showed you off to us, and who can blame him?  You were beautiful.  You ARE beautiful.  Age has perhaps not been kind to you but you remain the most beautiful creature in any room you occupy.When I finally had you, we did everything, I spent every waking moment by your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107058003650004810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107058003650004810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107058003650004810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107058003650004810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-knew-i-loved-you-first-time-i-saw-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107055212649512285</id><published>2003-12-04T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:29:38.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am, by nature, a happy-go-lucky kinda gal.  You'd never know it from some of these blog posts, however.  I like to analyze things.  I like to pull them apart and see how and why they tick.  I am my biggest guinea pig in this area.  When I write, there is something on my mind.  If my mind is utterly blank (which is very rare) I do other things that don't require thought.  When my mind is full of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107055212649512285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107055212649512285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107055212649512285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107055212649512285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-am-by-nature-happy-go-lucky-kinda-gal.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107048592850238708</id><published>2003-12-03T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been noticing something.  Er...ok it took an annoying friend to point it out to me but since then I am noticing it more and more.  I put smiley faces after the most disturbing sentences.  Case in point.  "I write to keep myself from going crazy. :&gt;"What is that about?  Is this my subconscious way of denying certain facts or maybe glossing them over?  Or am I bullshitting myself and everyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107048592850238708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107048592850238708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107048592850238708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107048592850238708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/ive-been-noticing-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107048330612458378</id><published>2003-12-03T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found this on  Azure's and she found it elsewhere.  It's so accurate it's scary.

you are paleturquoise#AFEEEEYour dominant hues are green and blue. You're smart and you know it, and want to use your power to help people and relate to others. Even though you tend to battle with yourself, you solve other people's conflicts well.Your saturation level is low - You stay out of stressful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107048330612458378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107048330612458378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107048330612458378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107048330612458378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-found-this-on-azures-and-she-found-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107046229056371460</id><published>2003-12-03T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'> What's On your 'favorite things to do' list Right Now?</title><summary type='text'>Lie in front of a roaring fire
Watch the snow and the sky interact on pitch-black, winter nights in Vermont
Watch the dog try to retrieve a tennis ball in a foot of snow
Jump in leaf piles
Play with my baby nephew or just look at him
Buy Christmas presents
  
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107046229056371460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107046229056371460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107046229056371460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107046229056371460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/whats-on-your-favorite-things-to-do.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://whatsonnow.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt; What&apos;s On your &apos;favorite things to do&apos; list Right Now?&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107041264717176976</id><published>2003-12-02T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What do I want for Christmas, you ask, eyes all aglow?
Well, for starters, I want...
... Suzi
 David
 Good Vibrations
 Cookies
 The Perfect 'za
 Good Hygene
The hippest new look
 ...and most of all, CULTURE!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107041264717176976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107041264717176976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107041264717176976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107041264717176976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/what-do-i-want-for-christmas-you-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107038025377377318</id><published>2003-12-02T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The "other woman"  </title><summary type='text'> You must be very strong.  I don't even know you, have never met you and I don't even know your name, but I know that much about you.  You have to be strong.  You must have been strong to see what was happening and put a stop to it.  Or, maybe it was your husband that stopped it.  I've never met him either, but we'd spoken on the phone a few times and he was online every night with me for close </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107038025377377318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107038025377377318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107038025377377318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107038025377377318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/other-woman.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The &quot;other woman&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;  '/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107029444799330296</id><published>2003-12-01T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift for Anne?</title><summary type='text'>I'm sick and I want presents now, so I did a google search for "gift for anne" and here's what I came up with.  Get out your credit cards now.
 Bear gift for Anne  I like this.  It's the perfect size and its just made for Christmas.  Grade - A Gift for Anne I like Elfwood, yet this is a very strange picture.  The girl looks scared to death, and who could blame her.  Look at the length of that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107029444799330296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107029444799330296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107029444799330296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107029444799330296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/gift-for-anne.html' title='A Gift for Anne?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107028736184981969</id><published>2003-12-01T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaack...</title><summary type='text'>Back from the road and my second thanksgiving and I brought a nice big cold along with me.  What did I expect really?  All those kids - two sets! - would have to equal a large and headachy cold.  Aaaah well, at least I ate well before I got sick.  Now if I even look at food I'll toss them cookies.  Hmm...the perfect diet plan.  I could lose 50 pounds in a week.  Of course, the side affects stink </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107028736184981969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107028736184981969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107028736184981969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107028736184981969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/12/im-baaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaack...'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-107003694193828215</id><published>2003-11-28T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what's nice about dressing up?  Getting home and going into that "Mr. Rogers" mode.  The one where you finally get to take off the uncomfortable shoes and the tight clothing and the things that make you look good but aren't "you".  Putting on your jeans or your sweatpants and your big ole ratty t-shirt and walking around in just your socks and RELAXING.  That's what's nice.  That is, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/107003694193828215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=107003694193828215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107003694193828215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/107003694193828215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/you-know-whats-nice-about-dressing-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106998777199095000</id><published>2003-11-27T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugg...too much turkey!  Two pieces of coconut cream pie!  I feel like I'm gonna hurl it all up any second.  Was fun though.  Now we get to do this all over again on Saturday with my sister in-law's family!  Woo!  Pardon my whilst I go stick my head in the toilet bowl....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106998777199095000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106998777199095000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106998777199095000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106998777199095000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/ugg.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106991246956790808</id><published>2003-11-27T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh come now, this is just TOO obvious...
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And this is just weird....


Which of Henry VIII's wives are you?
this quiz was made by the groovtastic ghouls at Spookbot
Australia -
Founded as a gigantic prison colony, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106991246956790808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106991246956790808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106991246956790808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106991246956790808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/oh-come-now-this-is-just-too-obvious.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106989429566243306</id><published>2003-11-26T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Ain't that the truth.  I just wish more people were so I could get some help.  :p</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106989429566243306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106989429566243306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106989429566243306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106989429566243306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/aint-that-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106979916463319682</id><published>2003-11-25T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'> Thing's I am not thankful for</title><summary type='text'>
I am not thankful for work that needs to get done (at work and at play) only by me, whether because I am the only one "qualified" or because I am the only one with any sense of responsibility or because I am simply the only one ever there to do it.  I am not thankful for speeding maniacs who travel 90 mph down my street thinking it, perhaps, some sort of track who's finish line they must be the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106979916463319682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106979916463319682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106979916463319682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106979916463319682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/things-i-am-not-thankful-for.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://listeningpost.scapermoon.com/&quot;&gt; Thing&apos;s I am not thankful for&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106971634803456764</id><published>2003-11-24T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Grandma's House...</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to my aunt's house for thanksgiving, and she now lives in the little house that my grandparents bought.  I realized I've been going to that one house for the holiday's since I can remember; for more than 30 years now.  My grandparents are now long gone and I've been trying to recall the way the house looked when they were there.    I remember my grandfather's old record player/T.V.  The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106971634803456764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106971634803456764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106971634803456764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106971634803456764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/to-grandmas-house.html' title='To Grandma&apos;s House...'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106968818595542867</id><published>2003-11-24T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrambled Ideas</title><summary type='text'>Hmm...reading the entry for Saturday, I realized quickly that that's not what I meant to write about.  I didn't mean to drag out my experiences into the glaring light of day like that.  I didn't think I needed to.  I had meant to explain things without the details.  It seems my mind had other ideas and it just took over my fingers.  As Joseph Campbell said, "The heart wants what it wants.".  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106968818595542867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106968818595542867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106968818595542867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106968818595542867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/scrambled-ideas.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Scrambled Ideas&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106968773546643211</id><published>2003-11-24T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>By Request</title><summary type='text'>I put an RSS feed up, it's a bit low down on the left margin.  Why anyone would want to read me offline is beyond me, but I am flattered and well....flabbergasted. :&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106968773546643211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106968773546643211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106968773546643211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106968773546643211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/by-request.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;By Request&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106953187589511354</id><published>2003-11-22T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Survival
n 1: a state of surviving; remaining alive [syn: endurance] 2: a natural process resulting in the evolution of organisms best adapted to the environment [syn: survival of the fittest, natural selection, selection]Even though I am barely at the mid-point of my life, I think I have already achieved a remarkable bit of survival.  I don't see this as "survival of the fittest" however, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106953187589511354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106953187589511354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106953187589511354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106953187589511354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/survival-n-1-state-of-surviving.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106943438227279016</id><published>2003-11-21T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>



Which Founding Father Are You?



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106943438227279016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106943438227279016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106943438227279016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106943438227279016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/which-founding-father-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106942524971121915</id><published>2003-11-21T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of the Dog</title><summary type='text'>6 10 am: Growl and paw the mattress hard enough to wake the thing in the bed.
6 15 am: Go OUT!  Out! Out! Out!  Let's go Out!  I wanna go Out!  Can we go Out?!  Let's go Out!  Do the "out" dance, tripping up your mistress until she stumbles over you enough to let you Out.  
6 15 - 6 30 am: Run around in a daze, chasing squirrels and stray cats
6 30 am: Get a biscuit.  I want a biscuit!  Can I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106942524971121915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106942524971121915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106942524971121915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106942524971121915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/day-of-dog.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Day of the Dog&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106942032746483031</id><published>2003-11-21T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'> The Friday Five</title><summary type='text'>1. List five things you'd like to accomplish by the end of the year.
Clean my house from stem to stern (so much for spring cleaning)
Get back on my daily walking schedule
Try to learn C (AGAIN! :P)
Buy the Two Towers enhanced DVD thingy
Buy a DVD player
2. List five people you've lost contact with that you'd like to hear from again.
It's been years since I've talked to my college friends, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106942032746483031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106942032746483031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106942032746483031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106942032746483031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/friday-five_21.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://fridayfive.org&quot;&gt; The Friday Five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106937605168217237</id><published>2003-11-20T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hehe.  The above pic is me at three years old.  Notice even then that I went for pants over the "frilly girly crap".  Notice, too, that this is me sans glasses.  See me squint?  I had yet to be told that I couldn't see all that well, but even then I think I pretty well grasped the fact.  Sorry for the horrible lack of focus but (A) the webcam sucks and (B) the picture is 34 years old.  :p</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106937605168217237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106937605168217237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106937605168217237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106937605168217237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106934925853145924</id><published>2003-11-20T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:40:51.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Personally, I don't know if I'd want to buy and read  Kurt's journals and I don't know if anyone should be able to.  What a hypocrite I am, though, I read the journals of strangers on a daily basis and nod and smile and think I know them from that brief taste of their lives, just as I think I know Kurt from some music through a speaker.  Neither is true.  I don't know the slightest bit about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106934925853145924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106934925853145924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106934925853145924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106934925853145924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/personally-i-dont-know-if-id-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106933766679522800</id><published>2003-11-20T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The new look is in.  Seems better than the old one.  Although only time will tell, really.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106933766679522800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106933766679522800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106933766679522800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106933766679522800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/new-look-is-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106929411542672182</id><published>2003-11-19T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Look at some fan's homemade Homestar Runner stuff and hear StrongBad make fun of them.  Laugh.  Repeat ten times.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106929411542672182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106929411542672182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106929411542672182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106929411542672182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/look-at-some-fans-homemade-homestar.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106928928470813711</id><published>2003-11-19T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Redecorating?</title><summary type='text'>I think I need a new look for the blog.  I'm going to go look around for some nice templates.  If you know of any, lemme know.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106928928470813711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106928928470813711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106928928470813711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106928928470813711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/redecorating.html' title='Redecorating?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106926113058126370</id><published>2003-11-19T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just reading over the morning news and I see  this lil article about the Governor of Mass. and gay marriages.  I quote  - "Marriage is an institution between a man and a woman ... and our constitution and laws should reflect that."   What an idiotic thing to say.  
Our constitution and laws should reflect WHOM GETS TO MARRY WHOM???  I'm sure that those that came to this country to escape </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106926113058126370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106926113058126370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106926113058126370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106926113058126370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/just-reading-over-morning-news-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106917001994122483</id><published>2003-11-18T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     I don't want to die.  No-one in his or her right mind does, really.  However, some of us seem to think about death a bit more than others.  There is really only one reason for this.  We want to understand.  Of course, this is one of those things that we, none of us, will ever understand and we know the truth of this yet that doesn't stop us from trying.  
Is it just that we have enquiring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106917001994122483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106917001994122483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106917001994122483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106917001994122483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-dont-want-to-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106911229364752378</id><published>2003-11-17T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Big Mouth</title><summary type='text'>     It is rare when I find a person who's writing can light that bulb over my head and give me an idea and make me go "OooOo".  It's rare but it can and does happen, and the fact is, I go looking for that stimulation.  
       Finding it, I get excited.  I jump up and down and start rattling off a response as if we were both in some strange Algonquin round table of words.  Then I eagerly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106911229364752378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106911229364752378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106911229364752378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106911229364752378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/me-and-my-big-mouth.html' title='Me and My Big Mouth'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106909555501892541</id><published>2003-11-17T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You all knew it was coming...</title><summary type='text'>And now...just because I can, here's a picture of the current love of my life.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106909555501892541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106909555501892541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106909555501892541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106909555501892541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/you-all-knew-it-was-coming.html' title='You all knew it was coming...'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106909311151526788</id><published>2003-11-17T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm...disregard the previous post.  Seems it was a general blogrolling hack.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106909311151526788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106909311151526788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106909311151526788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106909311151526788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106908210257207789</id><published>2003-11-17T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hacked!</title><summary type='text'>My blogroll has been hacked!  I feel so...so violated!  Ok, not really, its a bit annoying but easily fixed.  This morning I found all my old blogrolled sites gone, replaced by 50 or so of the same crappy blog addy.  
My dear hacker, whoever you are:  
Aren't there bigger fish to hack into than I?  No?  How sad for you.  This is the kind of thing that really alienates people, dear.  Perhaps </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106908210257207789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106908210257207789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106908210257207789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106908210257207789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/hacked.html' title='Hacked!'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106903515022358569</id><published>2003-11-16T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, a late post and, perhaps, a brief one...about my nephew.  
He's beautiful.  Well no, he's a boy, so I guess I should say he's "handsome" but I don't mean "beautiful" in a looks sort of way.  I don't know why he shouldn't be handsome too, my brother had the good sense to marry one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen.  
More than looks, though, he radiates this AURA.  
Right, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106903515022358569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106903515022358569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106903515022358569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106903515022358569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/ok-late-post-and-perhaps-brief-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106900202291543295</id><published>2003-11-16T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season....</title><summary type='text'>...to  stuff your face.  (This stuff is VERY good though, it comes highly-rated by yours truly.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106900202291543295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106900202291543295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106900202291543295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106900202291543295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season....'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106900181011352981</id><published>2003-11-16T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Bought This Weekend</title><summary type='text'>I drove out to surplus stores and splurged on:

A Coach bag
A winter hat 
Winter gloves
A new electric toothbrush
A new cordless phone (both toothbrush and phone were ruined by power surge during the big October blackout)
McDonald's lunch in the food court
Bag of melted chocolate-chip cookies in the food court

I left the house at 11 am.  I got home at 8 pm.  I would have bought OH so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106900181011352981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106900181011352981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106900181011352981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106900181011352981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/things-i-bought-this-weekend.html' title='Things I Bought This Weekend'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106883041456588478</id><published>2003-11-14T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's cold here, much too windy and cold.  The ice has crept into my bones already.  It feels like winter and the holidays are just around the corner.  Which means...what, exactly?
Which means that there are (as there are increasingly every year) people who should be with us(me) and who are not.  
The rest of the year, I can forget the simple fact of this by sheer stubborn carelessness or by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106883041456588478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106883041456588478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106883041456588478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106883041456588478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/its-cold-here-much-too-windy-and-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106882340791433399</id><published>2003-11-14T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's  Friday Five</title><summary type='text'>1. Using one adjective, describe your current living space.
cozy 
2. Using two adjectives, describe your current employer.
churchmouse-poor laid-back
3. Using three adjectives, describe your favorite hobby/pastime.
creative, fun, thought-provoking
4. Using four adjectives, describe your typical day.
busy, complicated, interesting, simple (and that's a good day)
5. Using five adjectives, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106882340791433399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106882340791433399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106882340791433399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106882340791433399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/todays-friday-five.html' title='Today&apos;s &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fridayfive.org&quot;&gt; Friday Five&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106873739318434531</id><published>2003-11-13T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm well my GeoUrl seems to work fine, but umm...most of the web pages near me seem to be tide reports.  :&gt;  That's what comes from living on a peninsula.  :&gt;
(Most of them seem to be in CT., even tho I'm in NY.  Hmmm...)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106873739318434531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106873739318434531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106873739318434531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106873739318434531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/hmm-well-my-geourl-seems-to-work-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106873664712101098</id><published>2003-11-13T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>..and just because I feel like more meme's,  The Thursday Threesome too...</title><summary type='text'>Onesome: Envision-- How much television do you watch each week? Are you one of those who can you call up the nightly program schedules for the major networks (and a cable channel or two) in your head? ...or do you have to search the paper to find out when the Thanksgiving Day parade is? (Hint: It's on a Thursday.)
Not much, really.  I watch all the good ten PM shows on the major networks at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106873664712101098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106873664712101098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106873664712101098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106873664712101098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/and-just-because-i-feel-like-more-memes.html' title='..and just because I feel like more meme&apos;s, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.othersideofglenroad.org/backporch/&quot;&gt; The Thursday Threesome&lt;/a&gt; too...'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106873530775596113</id><published>2003-11-13T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas, the  the Thumb Twiddler is no more!</title><summary type='text'>Ahhh well, it went out in a blaze of glory.  Some good questions this...er LAST week.  *sigh*

1. If you were offered a 60-second slot during the Superbowl to say or promote anything you wanted, how would you use that time?
I'd probably ask them if they realized how much a football stadium resembles the coliseum, and mention how better the time could be served.  Playing with their children, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106873530775596113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106873530775596113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106873530775596113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106873530775596113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/alas-the-thumb-twiddler-is-no-more.html' title='Alas, the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hill-kleerup.org/blog/thursday/&quot;&gt; the Thumb Twiddler&lt;/a&gt; is no more!'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106866688507046450</id><published>2003-11-12T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'> What's on - Right now asks:</title><summary type='text'>What's On your bedroom dresser Right Now?

Ack!  Too much stuff.  Let's see....
A box of envelopes
A non-working cordless phone
A napkin signed by the each of  The BoDeans.  Framed, of course.
A bunch of ceramic kittens in a basket*
A kitten-shaped bowl*
A pair of antique opera glasses*
A ceramic round box with flowers on the lid*
A tiny wooden basket full of fake flowers, decorated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106866688507046450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106866688507046450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106866688507046450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106866688507046450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/whats-on-right-now-asks.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://whatsonnow.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt; What&apos;s on - Right now&lt;/a&gt; asks:'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106864473477365208</id><published>2003-11-12T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Ed</title><summary type='text'> Art Carney is dead at 85.  For those who don't recall the re-runs they used to play (still play?) Art starred in the Honeymooners, opposite Jackie Gleason.  
The Honeymooners was one of the only TV shows my father watched regularly.  He was a big fan, and so, by extension, I became a big fan early in childhood.  I do think that Alice had the best lines, though and I can't believe that back in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106864473477365208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106864473477365208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106864473477365208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106864473477365208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/goodbye-ed.html' title='Goodbye, Ed'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106858463002560305</id><published>2003-11-11T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Just saw White Oleander last night.  It's a really great movie but there was an unexpected bonus and his name is Cole Hauser  MMMmmmm....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106858463002560305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106858463002560305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106858463002560305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106858463002560305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/just-saw-white-oleander-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106858401119091052</id><published>2003-11-11T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Disney's going completely CGI and getting rid of the cel animation that made them.  How sad.  Movies I loved which now, apparently, seem outdated include -
Fantasia
Dumbo
Bambi
The Sword in the Stone....hmm I could go on and on.  It's the end of an era, kids.  An era I was privileged to grow up in.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106858401119091052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106858401119091052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106858401119091052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106858401119091052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/disneys-going-completely-cgi-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106858348263251123</id><published>2003-11-11T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And yes, I stole the pic size (kinda) From  Sassy's page but I'm sure I'll be forgiven.  Sassy looks eerily (and beautifully) like Kate Hepburn and I want to be her when I grow up.  Mea culpa, etc etc... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106858348263251123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106858348263251123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106858348263251123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106858348263251123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/and-yes-i-stole-pic-size-kinda-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106858252186980504</id><published>2003-11-11T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The webcam has arrived!  </title><summary type='text'>The pic is up!  Look upon me, o world, and despair.  Or...something.  Snicker, most likely.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106858252186980504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106858252186980504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106858252186980504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106858252186980504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/webcam-has-arrived.html' title='The webcam has arrived!  '/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106851935941872213</id><published>2003-11-10T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:32:37.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Much more of  The 5,000 Question Survey  This time, part 3</title><summary type='text'>101. What does happiness/joy feel like physically?
Like I am free.  Like I could do everything I ever dreamed of doing, and more.  Because, really I can for the most part.  I just tend to forget that when I'm unhappy.

102. List the ten people you love most starting with the one you love the absolute most.

Hmm a short list, not to mention a rather disturbing one.

1. My father
2. My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106851935941872213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106851935941872213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106851935941872213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106851935941872213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/much-more-of-5000-question-survey-this.html' title='Much more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.freeopendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=A894446&amp;entry=10015&quot;&gt; The 5,000 Question Survey&lt;/a&gt;  This time, part 3'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106848316694018912</id><published>2003-11-10T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm here's a little follow-up to Saturday's post since I got a lot of feedback on my flagging libido.  I don't know if I didn't write that one well enough or what, but my sex drive was NOT what I was lamenting back there.  What was really bothering me (and, let's be honest here, what is STILL really bothering me) was the fact that my child-bearing years are behind me, and I've come through them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106848316694018912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106848316694018912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106848316694018912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106848316694018912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/hmm-heres-little-follow-up-to-saturdays.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106842839962265191</id><published>2003-11-09T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So?  I'm bored and blocked.</title><summary type='text'>You are StrongSad.  Most of the time people don'trealize you're there.  Even though you whineALL THE TIME, your friends still love you.Cheer up, you look like whip cream.  Yum.
     What HomeStarRunner Character are you? (pictures) brought to you by Quizilla


You're Soroity Slut Barbie!  You're easy and you'rereally cheesy!  Have fun with the entirefootball team.
 If You Were A Barbie, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106842839962265191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106842839962265191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106842839962265191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106842839962265191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/so-im-bored-and-blocked.html' title='So?  I&apos;m bored and blocked.'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745861.post-106831060785508316</id><published>2003-11-08T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:44.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing - Reward</title><summary type='text'>A few years ago I can vividly recall wanting to jump on top of whomever was available and have my way with them.  If you want to be crude about it, I was as horny as a bunny in heat.    Now, however, my jumpy hormones seem to have receded, and I am left with a fairly deflated feeling.  Not that I enjoyed being led by them, but I certainly enjoyed the fun while it lasted.  So..Why didn't it last?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/feeds/106831060785508316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5745861&amp;postID=106831060785508316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106831060785508316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745861/posts/default/106831060785508316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudding.blogspot.com/2003/11/missing-reward.html' title='Missing - Reward'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918510696606094929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
