<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103557758641780741.post439902447040160854..comments</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:08:49.443-07:00</updated><category term='Looking My Best'/><category term='Nipple Competition'/><category term='fuck my life'/><category term='stepson'/><category term='pheromones'/><category term='Too Sensitive'/><category term='Tami Kidd-Brown'/><category term='Mother Son Brunch'/><category term='scotch on the rocks'/><title type='text'>Comments on Stepmother In The Suburbs: Remembering The Good Times</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stepmotherinthesuburbs.com/feeds/439902447040160854/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/439902447040160854/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stepmotherinthesuburbs.com/2010/03/remembering-good-times.html'/><author><name>Denise Burks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779365028624975689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imItCF2Ki18/SuhMTF8VPwI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GD2S3VucwJg/S220/28.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>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103557758641780741.post-4283563198776691422</id><published>2011-04-22T02:08:49.443-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T02:08:49.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I came across your site and wasn’t able to get...</title><content type='html'>Hi, I came across your site and wasn’t able to get an email address to contact you. Would you please consider adding a link to my website on your page. Please email me back and we&amp;#39;ll talk about it.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey William&lt;br /&gt;haileyxhailey@gmail.com</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/439902447040160854/comments/default/4283563198776691422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/439902447040160854/comments/default/4283563198776691422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stepmotherinthesuburbs.com/2010/03/remembering-good-times.html?showComment=1303463329443#c4283563198776691422' title=''/><author><name>hailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594687145264736906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.stepmotherinthesuburbs.com/2010/03/remembering-good-times.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103557758641780741.post-439902447040160854' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/posts/default/439902447040160854' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1232093841'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103557758641780741.post-9076408736391117043</id><published>2010-04-14T06:20:51.350-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T06:20:51.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! that comment from Tommy. &amp;quot;Holy cow,zing!&amp;...</title><content type='html'>Oh! that comment from Tommy. &amp;quot;Holy cow,zing!&amp;quot;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/439902447040160854/comments/default/9076408736391117043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/439902447040160854/comments/default/9076408736391117043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stepmotherinthesuburbs.com/2010/03/remembering-good-times.html?showComment=1271251251350#c9076408736391117043' title=''/><author><name>The Empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DfHzVcY2KCs/S6Ll5TtWvtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f2ASnV13hG0/S220/empress-eugenie-wearing-the-pearl-and-diamond-tiara.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.stepmotherinthesuburbs.com/2010/03/remembering-good-times.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103557758641780741.post-439902447040160854' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/posts/default/439902447040160854' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-421107821'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103557758641780741.post-3499380404018717312</id><published>2010-04-07T15:56:58.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:56:58.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About 5 minutes after posting this blog entry, eve...</title><content type='html'>About 5 minutes after posting this blog entry, everyone came into the house for dinner. I was setting each plate at the stove. On each plate I had piled cooked carrots, steamed brocolli, potato wedges broiled in olive oil and herbs and two, count them, two little barbecue ribs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, still doting, asked Tommy if he would like to have some dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, &amp;quot;No thanks. I&amp;#39;m trying to eat healthy.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I will never win with this guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to scream.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/439902447040160854/comments/default/3499380404018717312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/439902447040160854/comments/default/3499380404018717312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stepmotherinthesuburbs.com/2010/03/remembering-good-times.html?showComment=1270681018005#c3499380404018717312' title=''/><author><name>Denise Burks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01779365028624975689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12782892113953261261'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imItCF2Ki18/SuhMTF8VPwI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GD2S3VucwJg/S220/28.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.stepmotherinthesuburbs.com/2010/03/remembering-good-times.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103557758641780741.post-439902447040160854' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/posts/default/439902447040160854' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-82445385'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103557758641780741.post-2377037432936353843</id><published>2010-03-30T12:56:55.528-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:56:55.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks so much for being the first commenter on my...</title><content type='html'>Thanks so much for being the first commenter on my new blog. I feel it&amp;#39;s a baby bird trying to fly. It&amp;#39;s hard to find readers when there are so many options out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you come back and continue our dialogue.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/439902447040160854/comments/default/2377037432936353843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/439902447040160854/comments/default/2377037432936353843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stepmotherinthesuburbs.com/2010/03/remembering-good-times.html?showComment=1269979015528#c2377037432936353843' title=''/><author><name>Glad Doggett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455088636332207144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICHc6us3qtI/S7ApxKJkZeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/V91-l7iJwsI/S220/Glad+D.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.stepmotherinthesuburbs.com/2010/03/remembering-good-times.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103557758641780741.post-439902447040160854' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/posts/default/439902447040160854' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1471583200'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103557758641780741.post-8749348834376302628</id><published>2010-03-29T19:09:46.291-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T19:09:46.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are so right when you say the kids of divorce ...</title><content type='html'>You are so right when you say the kids of divorce have to deal with it. It&amp;#39;s a lurking cloud. I am 42, have lived through 2 of my mother&amp;#39;s divorces (she&amp;#39;s on husband 3) and am a step mom myself. There are still days when I feel that doubt creep in from when I was 6 and my mom divorced my dad -- &amp;quot;I am alone and no one loves me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the adult, logical me sees right through this. But the six year old still wonders what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/439902447040160854/comments/default/8749348834376302628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/439902447040160854/comments/default/8749348834376302628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stepmotherinthesuburbs.com/2010/03/remembering-good-times.html?showComment=1269914986291#c8749348834376302628' title=''/><author><name>Glad Doggett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455088636332207144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICHc6us3qtI/S7ApxKJkZeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/V91-l7iJwsI/S220/Glad+D.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.stepmotherinthesuburbs.com/2010/03/remembering-good-times.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103557758641780741.post-439902447040160854' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/posts/default/439902447040160854' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1471583200'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103557758641780741.post-722921828949601418</id><published>2010-03-24T16:00:33.075-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T16:00:33.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This made me think of this book:

http://www.amazo...</title><content type='html'>This made me think of this book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.amazon.com/F-My-Life-Maxime-Valette/dp/0345518764/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1269471395&amp;amp;sr=8-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear people saying &amp;quot;Fuck My Life&amp;quot; all the time lately, and this book has been making rounds at work, and with college kids.  Maybe he meant it like the saying and not to be so harsh.  This book is HILARIOUS  :)  Maybe you can buy it for him!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/439902447040160854/comments/default/722921828949601418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/439902447040160854/comments/default/722921828949601418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stepmotherinthesuburbs.com/2010/03/remembering-good-times.html?showComment=1269471633075#c722921828949601418' title=''/><author><name>Stepmom in Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887469659291403379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paj5ZPh2tbg/SpYX1aUG2HI/AAAAAAAAABM/1fGf-wWtx7g/S220/proudstepmom.png'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.stepmotherinthesuburbs.com/2010/03/remembering-good-times.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103557758641780741.post-439902447040160854' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/posts/default/439902447040160854' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-766103512'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103557758641780741.post-4686942512779921186</id><published>2010-03-19T20:48:41.544-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:48:41.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You never see yourself as others see you.  What ot...</title><content type='html'>You never see yourself as others see you.  What others think is sweet or cute, you may be embarrassed about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And companies do try to hack your Facebook and your Twitter on occasion.  People have even been fired over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even an episode of Kell on Earth (Fashion reality show) where a new employee was fired for Tweeting that she got the job.  The job requires you keep a low profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...the new world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love to make people happy.  Make him mash potatoes someday when he needs a lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirz.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/439902447040160854/comments/default/4686942512779921186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/439902447040160854/comments/default/4686942512779921186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stepmotherinthesuburbs.com/2010/03/remembering-good-times.html?showComment=1269056921544#c4686942512779921186' title=''/><author><name>TirzahLaughs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505559474373463632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10017270545390453641'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U5vks51kzFY/SxdStp2neGI/AAAAAAAAABY/gmLXGEXffPM/S220/tirzahpic3.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.stepmotherinthesuburbs.com/2010/03/remembering-good-times.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103557758641780741.post-439902447040160854' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103557758641780741/posts/default/439902447040160854' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1480587975'/></entry></feed>
