<?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-8008882114469073444</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:58:42.045-04:00</updated><category term='therapy'/><category term='ignorant people'/><category term='Grinch'/><category term='trust'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='getting old'/><category term='divorce'/><category term='discovery'/><title type='text'>Rantings By Me: Stick a fork in me, I'm DONE!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickassmom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8008882114469073444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickassmom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reg and Kyles mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18443373897071730797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SSwXTVN8UrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pqy3av-k20c/S220/wedding+177.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008882114469073444.post-4826173142783606679</id><published>2008-12-18T13:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:44:04.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grinch'/><title type='text'>Grinchy-Poo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SUqZB42lxDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MeiW3UHEKcU/s1600-h/grinch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281201770765599794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SUqZB42lxDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MeiW3UHEKcU/s320/grinch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know me, then you know I LOVE LOVE LOVE The Grinch. Growing up he was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uberfav&lt;/span&gt;. If there is anything I love more than the Grinch it is his pseudo-reindeer/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt;, Max. My first dog was a mutt, Cindy, and she looked just like Max, stubby tail and all. Every year I force my family to watch the cartoon and sit in a living room jammed full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grinchmabelia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots! My favorites, and the things my children are forbidden to touch, are my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lenox&lt;/span&gt; Grinch ornaments. Thank you eBay! I know my kids think I am off my rocker when I sing the Grinch song and make them like the same part of the movie I do. My daughter is a mini-me so she is easy to convince that she likes that part to. Its when the Grinch ties Max to the sled and they head downhill. Max gets overrun by the sled and he sits on the back of it and waves to the Grinch. I LOVE IT!!!!!! Nothing turns me into a 5 year old like that scene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281201324689077746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SUqYn7FqNfI/AAAAAAAAACA/TKwTl1PwJX0/s320/favgrinch.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I hope this little image puts a smile on your face and grows your heart three times today!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SUqZhLeddJI/AAAAAAAAACY/6dBISg_HqkM/s1600-h/grinchheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281202308340610194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SUqZhLeddJI/AAAAAAAAACY/6dBISg_HqkM/s320/grinchheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kickassmom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8008882114469073444-4826173142783606679?l=kickassmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickassmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4826173142783606679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8008882114469073444&amp;postID=4826173142783606679' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8008882114469073444/posts/default/4826173142783606679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8008882114469073444/posts/default/4826173142783606679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickassmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/grinchy-poo.html' title='Grinchy-Poo'/><author><name>Reg and Kyles mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18443373897071730797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SSwXTVN8UrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pqy3av-k20c/S220/wedding+177.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SUqZB42lxDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MeiW3UHEKcU/s72-c/grinch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008882114469073444.post-2732711777303097172</id><published>2008-12-16T10:28:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:43:39.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets be Inspired!</title><content type='html'>Taking a cue from my Oh-So Funny cuz, &lt;a href="http://momjeansblogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;momjeansblogger&lt;/a&gt;, I got these in an email this morning. Lets view and discuss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SUfJxBYVc0I/AAAAAAAAABg/tk6N2r48GJY/s1600-h/marriage.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280410932136473410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SUfJxBYVc0I/AAAAAAAAABg/tk6N2r48GJY/s320/marriage.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems to go along with my theme nicely. Notice how it is HER dejected and drinking. Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;Next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SUfKDnni3kI/AAAAAAAAABo/ycOaf32JiVQ/s1600-h/warface.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280411251638459970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SUfKDnni3kI/AAAAAAAAABo/ycOaf32JiVQ/s320/warface.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one goes with my last post regarding idiots. WTF? I can't even come up with anything funny as to why he would dress like this to conduct this specific activity. Scratching my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SUfK3iVmgUI/AAAAAAAAABw/iRCoP-8HaAc/s1600-h/myway.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280412143574221122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SUfK3iVmgUI/AAAAAAAAABw/iRCoP-8HaAc/s320/myway.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE, I know we all feel like doing this but lets find the filter can we? What do you think the guy in front of the sign is saying to himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;kickassmom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8008882114469073444-2732711777303097172?l=kickassmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickassmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2732711777303097172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8008882114469073444&amp;postID=2732711777303097172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8008882114469073444/posts/default/2732711777303097172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8008882114469073444/posts/default/2732711777303097172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickassmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-be-inspired.html' title='Lets be Inspired!'/><author><name>Reg and Kyles mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18443373897071730797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SSwXTVN8UrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pqy3av-k20c/S220/wedding+177.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SUfJxBYVc0I/AAAAAAAAABg/tk6N2r48GJY/s72-c/marriage.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008882114469073444.post-7673631663167737237</id><published>2008-12-15T13:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:20:31.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin some luv</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SUaf2eqSSXI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xqldwk3h1iE/s1600-h/idiots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280083371430660466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SUaf2eqSSXI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xqldwk3h1iE/s320/idiots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, since my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;momjeansblogger&lt;/span&gt;, sent me some luv in her morning post today, I feel compelled to update the world. I was out last week having my bladder fixed. Fun, huh? Seems the children did the Irish gig on it on their way out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I find myself back at work and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HATEN&lt;/span&gt; it. I had a week off, laying in bed, watching crap on TV, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt; all day long. Who wants to get back in the real world? Whats worse, I only jump back in for one week then I am officially off work until Jan 5, 2009! OK, back on the blog-train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Todays&lt;/span&gt; topic, "IDIOTS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure we can all relate. We all have idiots in our lives. Differing levels of idiots too. Well, I live and work in a college town. What are college students known for? Partying? Studying? Lots of money? Huh? Money? Last time I checked, students lived off Ramon noodles and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kool&lt;/span&gt;-aid. With the declining economic status this country is facing, more and more wannabe criminals have come out of the woodwork. In my town, they have made a bee-line to our campus. Why are you robbing people with less money than you? All you get is a cell phone. Have fun with that. I kid you not. This country has gone wonky. Idiot wannabe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gangsters&lt;/span&gt; in a small college town robbing students with fake guns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;kickassmom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8008882114469073444-7673631663167737237?l=kickassmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickassmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7673631663167737237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8008882114469073444&amp;postID=7673631663167737237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8008882114469073444/posts/default/7673631663167737237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8008882114469073444/posts/default/7673631663167737237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickassmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/gettin-some-luv.html' title='Gettin some luv'/><author><name>Reg and Kyles mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18443373897071730797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SSwXTVN8UrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pqy3av-k20c/S220/wedding+177.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SUaf2eqSSXI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xqldwk3h1iE/s72-c/idiots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008882114469073444.post-9083055765530622333</id><published>2008-12-03T11:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:23:43.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discovery'/><title type='text'>The Worlds Greatest Detective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/STayeM_23jI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Al-Vf-miVkA/s1600-h/spyglass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275600245465996850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/STayeM_23jI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Al-Vf-miVkA/s320/spyglass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever wanted to be a detective, or simply play one on TV? Having a troubled marriage will turn you into one. Anyone else out there? Don't leave me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hangin&lt;/span&gt; folks! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bueller&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every few months or so, I would "discover" one of my husbands new habits, or new whatever it was he wasn't supposed to be doing. That feeling of discovery changes over time. The first time, you are ready to kill. You scream, you call him in the middle of the work day and lay him out. With every subsequent discovery, your shock is less and it goes right to hurt and disappointment. Knowing I am ready for my exit stage left soon, I don't get upset about too much, I just bide my time. However, I had that discovery feeling again. IT SUCKS!!! I shouldn't care knowing I am almost free but I do care and it does still hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And having such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trust less&lt;/span&gt; relationship, it could be totally nothing, but I know better from experience. They say you can learn to trust again, I really don't see how though. After years of lies and hiding things, can you ever look at that person again and have faith or even hope? Whoa, getting deep in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are having marital problems (the following message is brought to you by my serious side), go see the movie, "Fire Proof." Yes, it does get preachy and religious on ya a bit but the ultimate story line and message hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; close to home in my marriage it wasn't even funny. Not funny at all. In fact I cried after watching it, THAT was my marriage, line by line. Just how far apart can a couple get and still be able to come back together again? For me, I think my rubber band broke LONG ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the seriousness, I'll be funnier next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kickassmom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8008882114469073444-9083055765530622333?l=kickassmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickassmom.blogspot.com/feeds/9083055765530622333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8008882114469073444&amp;postID=9083055765530622333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8008882114469073444/posts/default/9083055765530622333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8008882114469073444/posts/default/9083055765530622333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickassmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/worlds-greatest-detective.html' title='The Worlds Greatest Detective'/><author><name>Reg and Kyles mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18443373897071730797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SSwXTVN8UrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pqy3av-k20c/S220/wedding+177.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/STayeM_23jI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Al-Vf-miVkA/s72-c/spyglass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008882114469073444.post-2203719376424685930</id><published>2008-12-02T10:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:17:19.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting old'/><title type='text'>Getting old SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/STVYetNWF8I/AAAAAAAAABI/BVne992QRt0/s1600-h/rant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275219823089293250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/STVYetNWF8I/AAAAAAAAABI/BVne992QRt0/s320/rant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, so that title wasn't exactly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Earth shattering&lt;/span&gt; but that is my mood today. I am too young for my body to be acting up like this. Next week I will have surgery to repair the bladder and control thereof my children destroyed and last week, my back decided to be stupid. It could either be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scoliosis&lt;/span&gt;, arthritis or pinched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sciatic&lt;/span&gt; nerve, pick one! But right now, I am walking like I am 11 months pregnant and am in terrible pain (thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;naprosen&lt;/span&gt;, waiting....).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am 38 for crying out loud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, I should be happy for the health I do have. Recently, a friend of mine was diagnosed with breast cancer, a friend of my husband committed suicide, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ubersweet&lt;/span&gt; secretary at my kids' school died suddenly over the weekend. So, I suppose I am just fine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;relatively&lt;/span&gt; speaking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, going into the holiday season (I said GOING INTO, not we are there right now..see previous rant), as we head INTO the holiday season, we should be thankful for what health we do have-it can always be worse, and for our beloved children and maintaining their innocence (again, see previous rant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go forth, live to the fullest, hold no resentments, and ignore the ugly side of age b/c look at the alternative!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;kickassmom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8008882114469073444-2203719376424685930?l=kickassmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickassmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2203719376424685930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8008882114469073444&amp;postID=2203719376424685930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8008882114469073444/posts/default/2203719376424685930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8008882114469073444/posts/default/2203719376424685930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickassmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-old-sucks.html' title='Getting old SUCKS!'/><author><name>Reg and Kyles mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18443373897071730797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SSwXTVN8UrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pqy3av-k20c/S220/wedding+177.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/STVYetNWF8I/AAAAAAAAABI/BVne992QRt0/s72-c/rant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008882114469073444.post-278764569276572731</id><published>2008-12-01T14:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:26:14.565-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorant people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Things that PISS me off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/STRFIHECyLI/AAAAAAAAABA/XDuzFKhiD5E/s1600-h/rant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274917069194971314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/STRFIHECyLI/AAAAAAAAABA/XDuzFKhiD5E/s320/rant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the Thanksgiving holiday, you have a few days to yourself (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sortof&lt;/span&gt;) to contemplate the state of the world. OK, maybe you use your time wisely, like, by cleaning or something trivial like that! Well, let me tell you that I hope those idiots in NY got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bargains&lt;/span&gt; they wanted after trampling a security guard to death rushing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Marts door at 5 am. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DUMDASSES&lt;/span&gt;, no, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dumbasses&lt;/span&gt;. SELFISH, IGNORANT, morons!!!!!!! Was it worth a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;strangers&lt;/span&gt; life? Great Barbie, what did it cost? Someones life? OH! Don't get me started (too late).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another frustration. I even took this one to the local papers Letter to the Editor section a month ago. My gorgeous 5 year, innocent, daughter came home from kindergarten one day and said that one of her classmates had told her that "Obama was going to kill all of the babies." WHAT? What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ignoramus&lt;/span&gt;, backwoods, redneck, republican said that garbage?? Ah, a second grader, huh? His father is a cop? Even better. PEOPLE, little ones are only little once. Lets not teach them such stupid points of view just yet, please. And my letter to the editor sparked a huge online debate in the blogs about abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, why are you debating abortion at all much less online? My letter was not pro-Obama (which I am) nor was it for abortion. I digress here for a sec...I used the phrase "for abortion" rather than pro-abortion for a good reason. "Pro-abortion" is a non-word created by the Religious Right (which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;neither&lt;/span&gt;...think about it.....). NO ONE is PRO-abortion. I am very pro-choice. Anyone with a logical and educated head on their shoulders will tell you that this simply means, "I will not tell you what to do with your body. PERIOD." It says nothing more, nothing less. OK, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-digressing... Just reading the blogs pissed me off. The self-righteousness and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;condescension&lt;/span&gt; were rampant. Again, uh, DON'T get me started (too late.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why must we celebrate Christmas for a month and a half? My neighbors had their "ready made" tree up two weeks ago. Radio stations play nothing but holiday music 24-7 for a whole month. By the time Christmas gets here, I'M SICK OF IT! How can we as parents teach our children the importance of the holiday season and the true meaning behind it if we are sick of it and all we do is run around and buy crap? Come on, when Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas are all on the same shelves together at the local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart, we have a commerce prob, people. The worst part about it is, has anyone ever heard of the 12 days of Christmas? Well, of course you have. But do you know which are the actual 12 days they sing of? Well, I will enlighten you. They are from Dec 25 til Jan 6. January 6 is known as the Epiphany. This is the day when the 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Wisemen&lt;/span&gt; finally arrived to see Baby Jesus. The same people who put up their crap by Thanksgiving and swear they are the ultimate in religious, are the same people who take said crap down the day after Christmas! Hey, what about the 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Wisemen&lt;/span&gt;? Again, too late, I'm started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuuu, that feels better. Ranting rocks! Hey, MERRY CHRISTMAS!! I'm equal oppurtunity, why only drive the Christians nuts? Happy Hannakuh and Merry Kwanza too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8008882114469073444-278764569276572731?l=kickassmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickassmom.blogspot.com/feeds/278764569276572731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8008882114469073444&amp;postID=278764569276572731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8008882114469073444/posts/default/278764569276572731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8008882114469073444/posts/default/278764569276572731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickassmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-that-piss-me-off.html' title='Things that PISS me off!'/><author><name>Reg and Kyles mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18443373897071730797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SSwXTVN8UrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pqy3av-k20c/S220/wedding+177.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/STRFIHECyLI/AAAAAAAAABA/XDuzFKhiD5E/s72-c/rant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008882114469073444.post-8407412418125091723</id><published>2008-11-25T14:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:59:39.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy'/><title type='text'>My First Rant: How did I end up like this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SSxmQoNQiMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1Z2DWmS4sr4/s1600-h/allaboutme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272701699600976066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SSxmQoNQiMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1Z2DWmS4sr4/s320/allaboutme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Hello, World. This is my first blog, so bear with me. After many years of a very unhappy marriage, I guess I am done, hence the "stick a fork in me." Allow me to rant about said marriage and impending ending thereof, here. I accept all advice, suggestions, fellow ranters and remedies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out perfect, doesn't it always? Who gets married thinking they'll ever get divorced? I was the kind who never had boyfriends. I am very independent and strong. Being tall never helped the situation, I am rather imposing inside and out I suppose. So, when I met him, I knew within a few weeks, "he was the one." We started into children quickly as I wasn't getting any younger and we both dearly wanted them. In my child rearing bliss, I neglected to see the ever growing drug abuse. Being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt; and preoccupied with the kids, it only got worse. After three arrests, he was stopped in his tracks and put in rehab. He narrowly escaped one year in jail but headed into three years of probation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years to follow, I was there. After my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;initial&lt;/span&gt; shock and resentment, I proceeded into the "Great Reinvention" of myself. From a co-dependent, enabling, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nurturing&lt;/span&gt; wife/care taker to the "stick a fork in me" gal you read here. A long journey I had to take and am happier for it. Now, what to do with the husband who refuses to "get it?" I have changed, you are dragging me down, can we be done here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been emotionally divorced for almost 3 years now, even tossed him out for a year, only to take him back after he was almost killed in a car accident (not his fault and he was clean/sober.) But this short reconciliation has shown me that I need more, I can have more, I DESERVE more. I think (no, I know) that as wives and mothers, we are so busy taking care of other people, organizing, cleaning, working, taxi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;, that we forget about ourselves. Not just the physical or career, but our inner selves. After 2 years of therapy and several "better living through chemistry" helpers, I know a few things about myself, and others for that matter. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt; is too short to be unhappy or filled with resentment. I would describe it to my therapist as a bucket I carried around constantly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; he would disappoint me, I would throw another rock in the bucket. So many rocks piled up that it was almost impossible to go any further with it. But the stupid thing is, is that at any time, I COULD HAVE PUT THE DAMN THING DOWN!!! We never think of doing that, do we? Just put it down and walk away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is what I have done over the past few years of self exploration. I put down my bucket and have refused to pick it up again. Think about your lives. Do you have a bucket? Is it filling up? Dump it, girlfriends. It's not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so there was my first rant. May need daily catharsis, so check back often. Let me hear from you too! Thanks for listening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SSxmyyDJo3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/gj0NXHEwZh4/s1600-h/rant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272702286358487922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SSxmyyDJo3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/gj0NXHEwZh4/s320/rant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;kickassmom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8008882114469073444-8407412418125091723?l=kickassmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickassmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8407412418125091723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8008882114469073444&amp;postID=8407412418125091723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8008882114469073444/posts/default/8407412418125091723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8008882114469073444/posts/default/8407412418125091723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickassmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-rant-how-did-i-end-up-like.html' title='My First Rant: How did I end up like this?'/><author><name>Reg and Kyles mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18443373897071730797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SSwXTVN8UrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pqy3av-k20c/S220/wedding+177.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDrmk567WSk/SSxmQoNQiMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1Z2DWmS4sr4/s72-c/allaboutme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
