<?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-3438755556072504349</id><updated>2011-12-05T13:54:11.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Madame Paire Anneud</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Donita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03388424053087562156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.photricity.com/misc/batwoman.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438755556072504349.post-6831887646531451667</id><published>2011-11-30T14:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:59:09.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Society</title><content type='html'>Let me paint you a picture for a moment.  Picture this beautiful women, blonde hair, slender, relatively good complexion.  She is on a magazine cover.  She has a big smile on her face and she is like you and me.  She isn't perfect she has smile lines, her arms aren't the size of twigs they are maybe more like a 2X4 but yet still very beautiful none the less.  So what are you thinking, okay that's like any other girl I see on a magazine cover.  Well that is true but now let me tell you something, this beautiful woman was photo shopped so she didn't have as noticeable smile lines, her arms were the size of twigs, and she looked so very pale.  Does anyone else see what's wrong with this picture?  Society today has brain washed us into thinking beauty is only a matter of what's on the outside and if you can fit into a mold of size 0.  I am sorry to tell you that I have seen some people who are size 0-2 and trust me they are not beautiful.  They look as if they haven't eaten in months, and you're afraid to even touch them of fear of them breaking.  On the flip side I have seen some very beautiful women who do not fit into this mold and who may be in the high teens even twenties in pants size.  They are beautiful and that's because they are happy and they don't think of themselves as better than you.  Society needs to start looking at what people have to offer on the inside instead of what physical gratification they get by looking at someone.  They wonder why there is so much divorce in our county well it's because people want that instant gratification.  Our society makes people feel insignificant, and worthless.  People get married for someone's looks or how someone is sexually.  When you hear a newly married couple talk about what drew them to each other most likely their first few responses will go on how they look, and how they make them feel.  Rarely is it because oh the person has a great personality or that person makes them laugh and smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438755556072504349-6831887646531451667?l=atinod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/feeds/6831887646531451667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438755556072504349&amp;postID=6831887646531451667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/6831887646531451667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/6831887646531451667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/2011/11/society.html' title='Society'/><author><name>Donita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03388424053087562156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.photricity.com/misc/batwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438755556072504349.post-2544489182250754478</id><published>2008-08-25T10:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:47:17.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbors</title><content type='html'>So When we first moved into our home it was so exciting.  I knew some of my neighbors and I thought that would make things a lot easier.  Well I am starting to think differently.  We have this neighbor that I knew through high school.  She was not a student nor was she a close friend.  She was actually my teacher.  So Low and behold, who would have thought we would have an interesting time living here.  It all started when we first moved in.  She came over and she said you do not have as much stuff to move in as the previous owners.  Okay so that was fine right, she is just making conversation.  Then she always sees us when we are outside so is she spying or is it by coincidence?  Not only that but my husband was outside one day trimming our tree out front and she came outside and asked if he wanted a ladder.  Okay, that is nice of her to do so.  She came out to me one day and said she noticed that I was home all week and my husband has not been home.  She asked why that was.  Well someone has to rake in the cash right?  Today is the day that I think it might be a little weird.  I look out side and you will not guess what I notice.  I notice someone walking away from our house, more or less our garage.  I was wondering who that was, and you will never guess, it was our neighbor.  I don't want to know why she was over here but it was just a little strange.  So when do you think a neighbor gets to be too neighborly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438755556072504349-2544489182250754478?l=atinod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/feeds/2544489182250754478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438755556072504349&amp;postID=2544489182250754478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/2544489182250754478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/2544489182250754478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/2008/08/neighbors.html' title='Neighbors'/><author><name>Donita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03388424053087562156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.photricity.com/misc/batwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438755556072504349.post-5911584040473543092</id><published>2008-08-20T11:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:27:23.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth, Dare or Repeat?</title><content type='html'>How many people does it take to understand what I am saying?  So lets go to this instance where I had to call people to confirm reservations.  So I called this person up and this younger gentlemen answered the phone.  I said this is Donita calling from Sparta Super 8 and I am here to confirm your reservation for this day at this rate in this room.  He said where?  Who?  I stated again, This is Donita calling from Sparta Super 8 to confirm your reservations.  He said Sparta?  I said yes Sparta Super 8.  He said oh, hold on I'll get so and so.  So another gentlemen got on the phone, I am assuming it was his dad, and he said who is this?  So I ended up repeating myself three more times for this guy and he said oh wait one minute while I get my wife.  So she came on the phone and who would have guessed it, I had to repeat myself only once for her.  But then twenty minutes later I finally got the answer I needed which should have only taken 5 minutes.  That night was an interesting evening.  You can only imagine the rest of my night, I still had about 5 hours left to work that evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438755556072504349-5911584040473543092?l=atinod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/feeds/5911584040473543092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438755556072504349&amp;postID=5911584040473543092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/5911584040473543092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/5911584040473543092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/2008/08/truth-dare-or-repeat.html' title='Truth, Dare or Repeat?'/><author><name>Donita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03388424053087562156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.photricity.com/misc/batwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438755556072504349.post-2040547905182494864</id><published>2008-08-20T10:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:04:44.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>talking, who needs it?</title><content type='html'>So I have been thinking.  Is it better to share what is on your mind or just keep it to yourself and look like the good guy?  People always say I want to know what is on your mind but do they really?  Do they really care what you think or do they just want to look like a good guy and act like they care?  Conversations lately just seem to be over rated to me.  Sad to say but I feel as though i have too many opinions that people don't really care to hear.  Either I'm too mean or I'm just too opinionated.  Oh well things happen to every person on this earth.  I just need to get over it and call it good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438755556072504349-2040547905182494864?l=atinod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/feeds/2040547905182494864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438755556072504349&amp;postID=2040547905182494864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/2040547905182494864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/2040547905182494864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/2008/08/talking-who-needs-it.html' title='talking, who needs it?'/><author><name>Donita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03388424053087562156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.photricity.com/misc/batwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438755556072504349.post-5317745228384088853</id><published>2008-06-21T19:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:57:10.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love!!</title><content type='html'>Love, what is it?  Is it a feeling, an emotion, an expression?  How can love really be defined?  According to dictionary.com the definition of love is "a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person."  Another definition from that same site is "to need or require; benefit greatly from."  So another question I have is can you Love someone so much that you suffocate someone?  Not literally speaking but meaning you do not let them spread their own wings and experience life?  Something else that was on my mind is this, is it possible to be so in love with someone and be blinded to the hurt you cause them?  Love is a tricky thing.  It can be a blessing to some but harmful to others, in my opinion I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438755556072504349-5317745228384088853?l=atinod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/feeds/5317745228384088853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438755556072504349&amp;postID=5317745228384088853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/5317745228384088853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/5317745228384088853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/2008/06/love.html' title='Love!!'/><author><name>Donita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03388424053087562156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.photricity.com/misc/batwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438755556072504349.post-3148705948086551574</id><published>2008-06-21T18:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:00:19.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change????</title><content type='html'>How come people have to change?  I mean I know the simple answer, which is because we're human and we change with age and all that good stuff, but seriously why do we need to change?  In the end is the simple answer really the only explanation or is there more to it than that?    When a person changes is it usually for the best or do they turn rotten?  Does a person turn ignorant with change, spoil and freeze?  If so how does someone change out of that stage and turn back to who they were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have changed and I did not mean to.  With change is it usually normal for someone to forget how to love someone in the way that they feel most loved?  Do they usually get to the point where they don't know where to turn for answers?  I do know one thing is for sure, if someone is to try and help them criticism is not a helpful thing.  It does not make anyone feel good about themselves or who they have become.  At some point they realize they have changed and realize that they need to go back to the way they were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438755556072504349-3148705948086551574?l=atinod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/feeds/3148705948086551574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438755556072504349&amp;postID=3148705948086551574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/3148705948086551574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/3148705948086551574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/2008/06/change.html' title='Change????'/><author><name>Donita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03388424053087562156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.photricity.com/misc/batwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438755556072504349.post-8166526678564443692</id><published>2008-03-17T10:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T10:12:44.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>I have two theories, one is either my bra had grown feet and walked away, or two my bra was stolen in the line of duty.  I am better the more realistic one is the stolen in the line of duty.  So now my question is why would someone want to steal a bra that was designed only for my body type?  You would think that once they figured out that it was a bra, they would return the item back to where it was originally supposed to go.  I mean most of the people in my apartment building are either too big or too small to fit into the bra that i had ordered.  So if anyone has seen my bra please return it, I really need it for a wedding that I am in and would really like to have it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438755556072504349-8166526678564443692?l=atinod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/feeds/8166526678564443692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438755556072504349&amp;postID=8166526678564443692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/8166526678564443692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/8166526678564443692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/2008/03/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>Donita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03388424053087562156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.photricity.com/misc/batwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438755556072504349.post-6175536827469524557</id><published>2008-02-14T10:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:54:50.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the point???</title><content type='html'>can anyone tell me what is the point of having wisdom teeth if they don't even serve a purpose? I mean what is the point of having them if all you have to do is go through all the pain and suffering of having them taken out?  Not only is the taking out of the teeth painful but the recovery for some people (meaning me) is worse than the procedure itself.  Another question I have is that if we have to go through all that pain then how come we have to go back because dentist's prefer to give people the non-dissolve able stitches?  I mean if their excuse is that they want to do a check up then just do the check up you don't have to put my mouth in more pain just to pull things out again.  I guess I can try and look at the positive side of things, at least the check up is free to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438755556072504349-6175536827469524557?l=atinod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/feeds/6175536827469524557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438755556072504349&amp;postID=6175536827469524557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/6175536827469524557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/6175536827469524557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-point_14.html' title='What&apos;s the point???'/><author><name>Donita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03388424053087562156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.photricity.com/misc/batwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438755556072504349.post-4695989895743634358</id><published>2008-01-31T11:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:07:09.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Employee of the Month</title><content type='html'>So I watched that movie employee of the month and you know how in movies they have spots for employee of the month?  well me being the not getting out very often kind of person that I am, saw a sign that said Employee of the Month parking.  Now I am not pulling your leg or anything and I knew I should have taken a picture of it when I noticed it but I didn't.  My husband and I saw this sign when we went to visit his grandpa up in hastings.   I guess that people really do have motivation to do well in their job, they might end up getting a great parking spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438755556072504349-4695989895743634358?l=atinod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/feeds/4695989895743634358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438755556072504349&amp;postID=4695989895743634358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/4695989895743634358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/4695989895743634358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/2008/01/employee-of-month.html' title='Employee of the Month'/><author><name>Donita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03388424053087562156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.photricity.com/misc/batwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438755556072504349.post-3755112984171329572</id><published>2007-12-28T21:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T13:32:54.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7Lmrpk6-1w/R3XFRVm8AzI/AAAAAAAAACs/h-tqRvmV5RM/s1600-h/clipboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149238650616939314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7Lmrpk6-1w/R3XFRVm8AzI/AAAAAAAAACs/h-tqRvmV5RM/s320/clipboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so I have a new friend. Clipboards are awesome when it comes to being there for you when you need someone or something most. First off they are very useful and they will never turn their back on you. secondly they are always loyal to the one that has them. Thirdly how many friends can you say you have that will let you use them over and over again without complaining? I don't have any friends that I can say I can use without something going totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I have to say is Clipboards are awesome. I want one!!! Anyone else with me on that one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438755556072504349-3755112984171329572?l=atinod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/feeds/3755112984171329572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438755556072504349&amp;postID=3755112984171329572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/3755112984171329572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/3755112984171329572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/2007/12/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Donita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03388424053087562156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.photricity.com/misc/batwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w7Lmrpk6-1w/R3XFRVm8AzI/AAAAAAAAACs/h-tqRvmV5RM/s72-c/clipboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438755556072504349.post-4914342394145687361</id><published>2007-12-28T21:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T11:58:24.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>confused yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7Lmrpk6-1w/R3XCiFm8AxI/AAAAAAAAACc/0-Sqp0Fzgwg/s1600-h/122707_1958%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7Lmrpk6-1w/R3XCiFm8AxI/AAAAAAAAACc/0-Sqp0Fzgwg/s320/122707_1958%5B01%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149235639844864786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          Side One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7Lmrpk6-1w/R3XCelm8AwI/AAAAAAAAACU/ni232mBxSZI/s1600-h/122707_1958%5B00%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w7Lmrpk6-1w/R3XCelm8AwI/AAAAAAAAACU/ni232mBxSZI/s320/122707_1958%5B00%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149235579715322626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                             Side Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have guessed that these two signs were for the same item but just on different sides.   Okay so now we know they are for the same item my question is if you buy two that is on the side that says $5.00 does that mean it is going to be more expensive than if you buy two from the 2 for 10?  If that isn't the case then how come they had to put two different, but same, concept on either side?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438755556072504349-4914342394145687361?l=atinod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/feeds/4914342394145687361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438755556072504349&amp;postID=4914342394145687361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/4914342394145687361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/4914342394145687361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/2007/12/confused-yet.html' title='confused yet?'/><author><name>Donita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03388424053087562156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.photricity.com/misc/batwoman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w7Lmrpk6-1w/R3XCiFm8AxI/AAAAAAAAACc/0-Sqp0Fzgwg/s72-c/122707_1958%5B01%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438755556072504349.post-4240434199764773087</id><published>2007-12-26T09:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T09:15:02.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Okay so most of my Christmas's are routine but this one was awesome.  It was my first Christmas with my Husband Josh.  He is so sweet.  It was so nice because he never left my side.   He also got me an iPod, but not just any iPod an iPod nano.  The sweet baby blue nano.  If you all don't know what that is, it is a really cute small one.  I really love it, I can play games on it, and listen to music, and watch movies, tv shows and much much more.  It is just an awesome gift.  I kind of feel bad because all I got him was some clothes.  I know I know they were nice clothes though.  He said he liked them though.   I guess there is always next time to give him something he would really like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438755556072504349-4240434199764773087?l=atinod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/feeds/4240434199764773087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438755556072504349&amp;postID=4240434199764773087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/4240434199764773087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/4240434199764773087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Donita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03388424053087562156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.photricity.com/misc/batwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438755556072504349.post-7784220695262569000</id><published>2007-11-25T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:25:45.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For real sadness</title><content type='html'>okay so now I have for real sad news.  My sisters cat past away on Saturday and it was the scariest sight i have ever seen.  My husband and I were taking him to the vet and he was freaking out as usual, but then something happened.  He started acting funny, meaning he was leaning over and then his tongue was sticking out.  I was looking to find help but everyone was either one the phone or no where to be seen.  He was then starting to act like he was having seizers and at that point I knew something was really wrong.  He started painting kind of for breath and then he was acting like he was gaging.  His pupils were so big they almost took over his entire eye.  I don't think I have ever seen him that freaked out about going there.  I feel like it is my fault like I could have done something more to help him.  He looked so terrified.  I wish I could have helped him. Friday was the worst day ever.  I could not get the look of him panicking out of my mind.  I tried napping but it didn't really work.  I watch him die.  If that is anything like watching a person die I don't want to do it.  I could live without seeing that again.  The vet tried all she could to save him but it was too late.  She said he could have had some kind of heart disease.  He was the best cat ever.  I don't know what I am going to do without him.  He was like my cat the past two years.   Yeah we had our differences but  hey who doesn't right?  I am really going to miss that little guy.  I just hope my sister doesn't think it is my fault.  I was just lucky enough to have my husband there with me.  I am also just glad that he wasn't alone when it happened.  I tried comforting the poor guy but he just wouldn't settle down.  I don't know if it was my fault or not but it feels like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Love you and will Miss You Mittens.  You were the best cat ever.  But you were also just too afraid of everything!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438755556072504349-7784220695262569000?l=atinod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/feeds/7784220695262569000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438755556072504349&amp;postID=7784220695262569000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/7784220695262569000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/7784220695262569000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-real-sadness.html' title='For real sadness'/><author><name>Donita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03388424053087562156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.photricity.com/misc/batwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438755556072504349.post-132437290357273474</id><published>2007-11-23T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T20:00:33.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dilemma!!!</title><content type='html'>okay now, I have a question that I would like an answer to so here goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one is worse,  Spending too much money on yourself or not spending enough on yourself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone out there has any feedback please help me figure out my dilemma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438755556072504349-132437290357273474?l=atinod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/feeds/132437290357273474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438755556072504349&amp;postID=132437290357273474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/132437290357273474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/132437290357273474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/2007/11/dilemma.html' title='dilemma!!!'/><author><name>Donita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03388424053087562156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.photricity.com/misc/batwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438755556072504349.post-404558403586094590</id><published>2007-11-13T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T19:21:55.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mourning</title><content type='html'>I am so terribly sad.  My new pet that I only had for about a week is gone.  My husband says the landlord wouldn't allow us to have Ralph.  I don't see why, he wasn't hurting anyone or even disturbing anybody.  I lost a good pal.  I don't know what I'm going to do now.  Another reason why my husband finished Ralph's life was because he thought he was lusting over me.  For pity sakes, a pet can't do such a thing can it?  I am sure going to miss the poor old thing.  We were like best buds.  May he R.I.P..  I think I might put on his head stone, Ralph the one who flew alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438755556072504349-404558403586094590?l=atinod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/feeds/404558403586094590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438755556072504349&amp;postID=404558403586094590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/404558403586094590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/404558403586094590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/2007/11/mourning.html' title='Mourning'/><author><name>Donita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03388424053087562156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.photricity.com/misc/batwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438755556072504349.post-4008214865786164889</id><published>2007-11-11T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:17:51.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pets Allowed!?!?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when you move into an apartment or some kind of place where you have to rent they sometimes say no pets?  Well if they are gonna make that rule, I think they should have to be specific on what kind of pets.  Do they mean no pets at all, meaning no living species of any kind?  or do they mean no cats or dogs?  Can we have fish because they don't make any noise and they can't really go to the bathroom on your carpet unless you are clumsy and spill the water yourself?  Well the reason I say this is because the person we are renting from says no animals.  That is okay since we didn't bring any animals with us when we moved in.  But do we tell the guy that we have a pet now?  Okay I know what you're thinking you know you can't have a pet but the thing is we couldn't help but bring this one home.  He is just so small and is hardly noticeable unless you seem to be eating something.  How could we say no to a pet when it is getting colder outside?  I couldn't just let the poor thing freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my question is, does a fly count as a pet or a pest?  And if you say a pest do we call him and complain about the pest invasion or just try and handle it ourselves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438755556072504349-4008214865786164889?l=atinod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/feeds/4008214865786164889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438755556072504349&amp;postID=4008214865786164889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/4008214865786164889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/4008214865786164889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-pets-allowed.html' title='No Pets Allowed!?!?!?!?!?'/><author><name>Donita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03388424053087562156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.photricity.com/misc/batwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438755556072504349.post-1798080718050774415</id><published>2007-11-11T07:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T07:36:41.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it's time when</title><content type='html'>You know it's time to get a bigger bed when your spouse keeps elbowing you in the head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's time to get a bigger bed when you can't roll over on your own bed without leaving the spot you are at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's time to get a bigger bed when, in the middle of the night you are laying in awkward positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's time to get a bigger bed when you can't sleep without ending up laying on your spouse in some way shape or form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I think it is time for my husband Josh and I to get a bigger bed.  I like my sleep and my space.  HELP!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438755556072504349-1798080718050774415?l=atinod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/feeds/1798080718050774415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438755556072504349&amp;postID=1798080718050774415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/1798080718050774415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438755556072504349/posts/default/1798080718050774415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atinod.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-know-its-time-when.html' title='You know it&apos;s time when'/><author><name>Donita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03388424053087562156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.photricity.com/misc/batwoman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
