<?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-6102270431797641330</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:07:29.551-05:00</updated><category term='husbands'/><category term='panties'/><category term='doxies'/><category term='mutts'/><category term='scott thompson'/><category term='observations'/><category term='droogie'/><category term='crushing your head'/><category term='Kids in the hall'/><category term='cat'/><category term='daschund'/><category term='dog'/><category term='paying attention'/><title type='text'>My day in 1000 words or less...maybe more.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethousandormore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102270431797641330/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandormore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371548868867402127</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/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_Mn03Pq6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/a_P7D0ODbDg/S220/P1000448.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102270431797641330.post-7128473929360739850</id><published>2008-10-24T00:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:29:43.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature and stuff</title><content type='html'>If all goes well and the weather behaves....we are going hiking saturday at Cheaha State park with our dogs. Oscar has never been any farther than around our block, so rocks and sticks and squirrels and uneven terrain will be new for him. Jon told me that I coulndn't carry him if he stopped walking....he only weighs 7 pounds so it wouldn't be hard....but last year when we took Charlie he gave up towards the end and I carried him and people thought it was soooo cute....he's bigger this year, but I think he'll do fine. he likes being outside. I reallly want to get up  EARLY and get there as the sun is coming up...it's the highest point in alabama so the leaves will be pretty and there wont be all that midmorning haze that ruins photographs.  But anyone that knows us knows that we are not morning people. I will have to prepare everything the night before so we can leave in a timely matter. I'll have to make us breakfast and pack a lunch and all that...get the dog's food and poop bags and water and leashes together....it's going to be cold so I bought them little sweaters, they are going to be a-dor-a-ble.  Before you say anything I have read two articles from published reputible sources saying that if you are going to be out in the cold, you may want to get a little sweater or shirt for your short-haired dog. Oscar is naturally short haired and Charlie's mid-summer shave is growing, but is still short. Remember people: I do not have human children. These are my babies, and they know it. I also hope that Jon will be in the mood to go to DeSoto Caverns on sunday...it's about as far away from us as Rome...maybe a little farther, but I hear it's very pretty. They have a lot of waterfalls and trails. I LOOOOOOVE being outdoors this time of year and Jon and I rarely have coordinating off weekends, so I want to take full advantage of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102270431797641330-7128473929360739850?l=onethousandormore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethousandormore.blogspot.com/feeds/7128473929360739850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandormore.blogspot.com/2008/10/nature-and-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102270431797641330/posts/default/7128473929360739850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102270431797641330/posts/default/7128473929360739850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandormore.blogspot.com/2008/10/nature-and-stuff.html' title='Nature and stuff'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371548868867402127</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/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_Mn03Pq6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/a_P7D0ODbDg/S220/P1000448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102270431797641330.post-1009916089658652205</id><published>2008-10-22T22:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:54:09.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='droogie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mutts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doxies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daschund'/><title type='text'>My "children"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_mIoDXgSI/AAAAAAAAABw/lwOPENRybd4/s1600-h/P1000637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260175925656912162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_mIoDXgSI/AAAAAAAAABw/lwOPENRybd4/s200/P1000637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260174697262317250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_lBH7RfsI/AAAAAAAAABg/iKEjWv63ypk/s200/P1000562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These are my "kids". I feel that I get so much love from my furry babies....people constantly ask me why I haven't had kids yet and I tell them that I am content with dogs and a cat for now. So, leave it alone people! Just bc I am mid-20's and married and don't have children does not mean that my marriage is in trouble or that I'm barron or that we are broke....we are enjoying eachother for as long as we can and when the time is right we will have children, but until now we will enjoy our furry babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6102270431797641330-1009916089658652205?l=onethousandormore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethousandormore.blogspot.com/feeds/1009916089658652205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandormore.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102270431797641330/posts/default/1009916089658652205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102270431797641330/posts/default/1009916089658652205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandormore.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-children.html' title='My &quot;children&quot;'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371548868867402127</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/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_Mn03Pq6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/a_P7D0ODbDg/S220/P1000448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_mIoDXgSI/AAAAAAAAABw/lwOPENRybd4/s72-c/P1000637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102270431797641330.post-1605490117458850500</id><published>2008-10-22T22:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:39:47.915-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crushing your head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scott thompson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids in the hall'/><title type='text'>Crush my head!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_jOgmoU-I/AAAAAAAAABY/P9ye1qnhMBs/s1600-h/P1000208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260172728201663458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_jOgmoU-I/AAAAAAAAABY/P9ye1qnhMBs/s200/P1000208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_i4Ed4AEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9kXYXzOU2iM/s1600-h/P1000206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260172342691627074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_i4Ed4AEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9kXYXzOU2iM/s200/P1000206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_icv6sahI/AAAAAAAAABI/6ETFZwdjboo/s1600-h/P1000205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260171873318890002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_icv6sahI/AAAAAAAAABI/6ETFZwdjboo/s200/P1000205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_g0lDWN1I/AAAAAAAAABA/a5OsE-RLhQM/s1600-h/P1000203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260170083695998802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_g0lDWN1I/AAAAAAAAABA/a5OsE-RLhQM/s200/P1000203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_gcilYtRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eEFHcV0dLEQ/s1600-h/P1000201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260169670716601618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_gcilYtRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eEFHcV0dLEQ/s200/P1000201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the greatest days of my life happened this past May. I got to watch a live show of the Kids in The Hall and then I got to hang out and meet then all in person. It was great. I have been a fan since I was a kid. Not everyone understands their humor, but if you do you know how addicting it is.  My pen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6102270431797641330-1605490117458850500?l=onethousandormore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethousandormore.blogspot.com/feeds/1605490117458850500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandormore.blogspot.com/2008/10/crush-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102270431797641330/posts/default/1605490117458850500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102270431797641330/posts/default/1605490117458850500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandormore.blogspot.com/2008/10/crush-my-head.html' title='Crush my head!'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371548868867402127</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/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_Mn03Pq6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/a_P7D0ODbDg/S220/P1000448.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_jOgmoU-I/AAAAAAAAABY/P9ye1qnhMBs/s72-c/P1000208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102270431797641330.post-957502458368303729</id><published>2008-10-22T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:39:20.991-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paying attention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='observations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husbands'/><title type='text'>3 year old panties</title><content type='html'>I know that it is a well-known fact that men don't pay attention. I don't think there are many women out there who would disagree with me. My husband notices things about 3 years too late. For example, after showering the other day I was standing in a t-shirt and panties....my husband walks in the bathroom and complements me on these "new" panties....which were new about 3 years ago. These are my emergeny-only wear when it's laundry day-panties. Ladies, you understand what pair of panties I am talking about. I tell him this and he swears that he's never seen them. I don't know what to think about this. Of course I'm not mad, just confused. Did he complement me because it was something on my ass? Would he have said the same thing if it were an old pair of stretched out socks? I think not. So just as I always knew, men dont pay attention unless it's ass or boob related, and even then they are wayyyy off on their observations. My husband is great, God love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102270431797641330-957502458368303729?l=onethousandormore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethousandormore.blogspot.com/feeds/957502458368303729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandormore.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-year-old-panties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102270431797641330/posts/default/957502458368303729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102270431797641330/posts/default/957502458368303729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandormore.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-year-old-panties.html' title='3 year old panties'/><author><name>Kris10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371548868867402127</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/_BF4HeGN-7vI/SP_Mn03Pq6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/a_P7D0ODbDg/S220/P1000448.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
