<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2026 11:09:14 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>The Rants</category><category>The Two</category><category>The Stuff</category><category>The Blogger</category><category>The Idiots</category><category>The Fun</category><category>The Dailies</category><category>The Man</category><category>The Nation</category><category>The Parenting</category><category>The Son</category><category>The Social Networks</category><category>The Confessions</category><category>The Daughter</category><category>The Blog</category><category>The Reviews</category><category>The Friends</category><category>The Pictures</category><category>The SAHM</category><category>The Outlaws</category><category>Guest Posts</category><category>The Community</category><category>The Immigrants</category><category>The School</category><title>Caffeinated Bliss</title><description></description><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-6405106578722745177</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2011 18:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-26T23:17:21.623+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Blogger</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Dailies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Social Networks</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Two</category><title>Apologies! My Kids Were Not Featured on Facebook Today!</title><atom:summary type="text">

My kids did nothing worthy of a Facebook status update today, and I am SO bummed!





I woke them up with the usual, Rise and Shine... Brighter than the sun, and all the nighttime stars, for thou art both brilliance in little bodies. - But, nothing. They groaned, moaned, one promptly fell back asleep, the other flashed a fake smile, grabbed her pillow and made her way to the couch.





After </atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2011/09/apologies-my-kids-were-not-featured-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-7059483930567679336</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Aug 2011 08:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-11T13:08:00.777+05:00</atom:updated><title>Privileged Saints, and Poor Scum</title><atom:summary type="text">I remember the last time I got caught in the middle of a riot, or a hangama if you will. The Huz and I had to make a quick stop in Saddar&#39;s Bhori Bazaar for some desi clothing, to send across to my sister for her daughter. We decided not to travel by car, and opted for a rickshaw instead, simply because it&#39;s completely stupid to travel to Saddar in a car, and expect to find parking.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
</atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2011/08/privileged-saints-and-poor-scum_11.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-299974303463963569</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2011 03:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T10:18:11.548+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Blogger</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Community</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Idiots</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Nation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Social Networks</category><title>Of Legends, Maestros, Drunks and Idiots...</title><atom:summary type="text">The Express Tribune blogs have been filling up a number of free and lazy moments for me during this endless summer. Most of the blogs written don&#39;t do much for me, some make me laugh, some are hard hitting, and some are plain old rubbish. But, far be it from me to insist (as some do) that some of those bloggers stop blogging. Writing is after all, writing, and dialogue is important. The ET blogs </atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2011/06/of-legends-maestros-drunks-and-idiots.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-7957054137779000865</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2011 09:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-16T14:29:20.736+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Idiots</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Immigrants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Nation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Social Networks</category><title>The Only Good That Comes Out of Pakistan, is Slims</title><atom:summary type="text">I have a childhood friend, who lives in the U.S. who is one of the most pro-Pakistani people I know. Having left Karachi in her teens, she and her family made it to the states, and settled down in Florida. Now, a working mother of two gorgeous children, she is a self-made, strong and independent woman. And, she never forgets where she comes from, and what she really is. A Pakistani. Born, raised </atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2011/06/only-good-that-comes-out-of-pakistan-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-2742954369166230046</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2011 09:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-28T16:15:51.085+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Man</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Nation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Social Networks</category><title>Great Balls of Fire!</title><atom:summary type="text">

Discussing fires yesterday, with a group of friends, I realized we don&#39;t really consider fire too much of a threat here in Pakistan. I&#39;m sure, in Karachi people have some kind of fire escape plan, should their houses ever catch on fire. Calling the fire department, would be last on their lists of course. I remember years ago, working at a local hotel, which decided to excessively conduct a </atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2011/05/great-balls-of-fire.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtUsyUutOrY55qveM1J23rEudgnnNMPv3j_BQLjA2G6ctPB8sU9khGUtLF5AaBsS9BjmmK-zECy5hm_3ug8OjVJOmtbAv-6SaFXCf-ZdGmquKdHBHV5c0lJpzN0CU7b3V617MRuceiNHU/s72-c/karachi-95446352.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-6489336631993358045</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Mar 2011 17:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-21T22:18:19.710+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Blogger</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Confessions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The School</category><title>Here We Were Taught  the Golden Lesson...</title><atom:summary type="text">
&amp;nbsp;*How to sift out wrong from right.


Idly browsing through Facebook today, I came across several updates, all sharing the same link. St. Joseph&#39;s Convent turns 150 years old. Without hesitation, I clicked the link, without missing a beat, I &#39;shared&#39; it too, and without a second thought, I proudly posted a rambling tribute, which ended with &quot;What a great school we belonged to.&quot;&amp;nbsp;

Ah </atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2011/03/here-we-were-taught-golden-lesson.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-7355214172212968205</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Mar 2011 06:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-16T11:04:52.484+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Blogger</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Idiots</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Nation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Rants</category><title>Stuff and Nonsense</title><atom:summary type="text">Spur of the moment plans, to meet up for coffee is something I rarely do. But, meeting this one particular friend was important, well, because I don&#39;t see her enough. She&#39;s a fellow mom of twins, almost always short on time and energy, so our plans to &quot;meet up&quot; rarely progress further than text messages promising it&#39;ll happen &quot;soon,&quot; while we attempt to juggle kids, work schedules, kid activities</atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2011/03/stuff-and-nonsense.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-1402271245866890355</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Mar 2011 08:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-04T13:45:36.604+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Blogger</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Confessions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Nation</category><title>Tired of being a Pakistani</title><atom:summary type="text">After recent events in Pakistan, where yet another life is taken, yet another voice is silenced, we realize we&#39;re not so much back at square one, but that we never moved from there at all.&amp;nbsp;


I&#39;m tired of the blame games, the finger pointing, the defense of dogma, the useless rants of liberals, the silence of moderates, and the fanaticism running rampant in this nation. The bloodshed. The </atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2011/03/tired-of-being-pakistani.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-6258567234062620711</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2011 07:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-19T12:13:28.412+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Reviews</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Stuff</category><title>Drama, Teenagers and Agatha Frickin Christie!</title><atom:summary type="text">Not much else besides that seems to be filling up, what just happens to be our 7th wedding anniversary weekend celebration. The conversation a few days ago went something like this...

J: My school kids are doing a play, I need to supervise

Seriously! You&#39;re a MATH teacher.


And, later...

J: Can you come help out a little?

Dude, I&#39;m a working mom (redundant term isn&#39;t it?), and you&#39;re SO in </atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2011/02/drama-teenagers-and-agatha-frickin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipHvZDP2pKYd6yf5lMfxrWtFvuIFI_xtdwAG-WNq_BLTE_XtULLH2s8EGekoiyQkM1UkeH3k3gGI-q-1LXuYldRwt181lh-QWp4tKQeVgyWLKBiX9m2_awrD6gefPbt7NX_Oz2kGleYvc/s72-c/174757_177331102303585_1020222_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-5846381911175662280</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Jan 2011 07:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-29T12:37:15.674+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Blogger</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Idiots</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Nation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Rants</category><title>A Class Above</title><atom:summary type="text">
So children, the topic today is classism and the elitist mindset. I don&#39;t even know where to begin, because there is an endless field of crap I&#39;d have to wade through to find out where it all began in the first place. So, in my typical style of not really giving a rat&#39;s ass about history, and why this is this, and that is that, I&#39;ll just jump right into the middle of it all and point out the </atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2011/01/class-above.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-6242349567449630652</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2011 06:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-27T11:55:26.465+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Daughter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Idiots</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Son</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Two</category><title>Cinderella is a Bitch... Poor Cinders!</title><atom:summary type="text">So, again... Hyper moms worried about the little phases their kids go through, in the corporate world&#39;s attempt to take over our childrens lives, and ruin them completely.
Completely!!
But, it&#39;s really our daughters we should worry about, well because you know... Some feminists say so. Beware of the pink, the fluffy, the glitter... The goddamn Disney princesses!! They will eat your daughters, as</atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2011/01/cinderella-is-bitch-poor-cinders.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLOEj57tEmniit1g_ZB0MFGM39Ty8_tyWdZzJyiVMiVmPqNVHtce5CCMpVBmdJhgn-JM2TW4y6SDQ2zLIUy8hy-mCkwZ3BMWQvOEkgi5pdyb3qJAhr3gvQuE0J4E_Q-WxXY2MytQUpwoI/s72-c/VKO15CORH1.use.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-2791140741201548651</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2011 09:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-10T14:49:34.687+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Idiots</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Nation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Social Networks</category><title>Mad, Mad World</title><atom:summary type="text">A few days into the new year, and Pakistan was shaken with yet another mindless incident, where a governor was gunned down by his own security guard for being &quot;guilty&quot; of standing up for minorities. 26 bullets were pumped into the governor by his assassin, who then grinning from ear to ear turned himself over to the police. 
And, then all hell broke loose.
Clerics rejoiced, the masses danced, </atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2011/01/mad-mad-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-3966058245809443789</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2010 14:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-15T19:48:31.689+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Idiots</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Nation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Social Networks</category><title>Condemning the Poor - A Sense of Privilege</title><atom:summary type="text">Over the course of the last week, two incidents occurred on Facebook. Simple status updates, and sharing of links relating to the poor, and working class of this nation, led to comments by some people, which nearly drove me up the wall.&amp;nbsp;According to some (who&amp;nbsp;incidentally&amp;nbsp;belong to the upper class society) 90% of our nation&#39;s people are lazy, blood sucking, stab-you-in-the-back </atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/11/condemning-poor-sense-of-privilege.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-773175745971284911</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2010 08:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-07T13:51:08.011+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Confessions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Stuff</category><title>Friendship, Social Barriers, &amp; All That Crap!</title><atom:summary type="text">In the last few weeks, I&#39;ve had some interesting conversations with various people, regarding friendship. Not one to give it too much thought, since I&#39;ve always applied the theory &quot;either someone is your friend, or they&#39;re not&quot; when it comes to all the friendships I&#39;ve ever had or continue to have. Now, I can&#39;t help but ponder about it, as my kids have both reached the age where they&#39;ve begun to </atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/11/friendship-social-barriers-all-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-433197036472298157</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Sep 2010 06:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-19T11:56:26.950+05:00</atom:updated><title>Quote, Unquote!</title><atom:summary type="text">Part of the conversations I&#39;ve had with people I&#39;ve then wanted to bitchslap!

&quot;Let&#39;s say I donate towards some flood relief organization, I will have no clue as to whether my donation is actually being used, or lining someone&#39;s pockets. So, I&#39;m donating nothing.&quot;

&quot;I&#39;m confirming my order, and will send my driver to pick it up. I will send the payment in an envelop, but please don&#39;t count the </atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/09/quote-unquote.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-4925624854989028117</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2010 05:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-29T10:20:04.458+05:00</atom:updated><title>Accountability</title><atom:summary type="text">In Pakistan, one need not wait too long to hear some update or the other, regarding the massive humanitarian crisis which has gripped our nation, and practically sunk it. It&#39;s all over the local print media, on the news channels, blogs, and other popular social networks. Almost every street corner has a stall or two where one can make a donation, drop off supplies and/or offer to help. Have we </atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/08/accountability.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-671518862154840683</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jul 2010 09:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-24T14:28:06.335+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Idiots</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Nation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Reviews</category><title>Never Turn 30 - In Just 7 Days!</title><atom:summary type="text">Recently, my Facebook notifications page has been flooded with requests from friends, asking me to join the new Ponds, Never Turn 30 fan page. Out of complete curiosity, and not once thinking that maybe Ponds invented a new face cream which can turn back the clock for the past 30 crowd, I clicked on the link. Over 20,000 fans, (and I&#39;m betting so many of them are over 30, including&amp;nbsp;most of </atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/07/never-turn-30-in-just-7-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-3528689283918517387</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 07:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-05T12:14:13.159+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Blogger</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Confessions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Social Networks</category><title>Taking Time Out to Tag!</title><atom:summary type="text">Over the last month I&#39;ve drafted all of three blog posts, and published none. Well, don&#39;t I sound all writerish when I use that word? Published. Perhaps, one day... When I scan through all those old journals, and actually make some sense of all my ramblings, when I was at my&amp;nbsp;rebellious&amp;nbsp;best.&amp;nbsp;
So, no posts for about a month, because while I&#39;m not lacking in rants topics to post, I </atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/07/taking-time-out-to-tag.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-3672975299694977920</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jun 2010 10:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-05T16:19:54.740+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Idiots</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Nation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Social Networks</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Two</category><title>Gather Christians!</title><atom:summary type="text">Do I really want to go down this path?Oh yes I do!And, why?No reason, just sitting here on a Saturday afternoon while my brood, well OK two cannot be a brood, but saying &#39;my pair&#39; could cause those twisted minds to think I&#39;m referring to my..... feet. So, while my twins (do I hear applause from fellow &quot;blessed because we&#39;re special&quot; twin mamas?) are probably enjoying their last afternoon with </atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/06/gather-christians.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-4781337351334194971</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 May 2010 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-14T09:06:55.536+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Idiots</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Man</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Social Networks</category><title>Posing for Facebook!</title><atom:summary type="text">A few days ago, a good friend of mine posted something on her Facebook status, which gave me a laugh. It&#39;s been working it&#39;s way into a blog post ever since, and finally today after successfully putting aside all the stresses of daily life, I feel ready to write about it.Her status:I have been wondering about this for a while now. 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And, by that I mean having some place to go, something different to do from Friday night, to Sunday evening.... Without a break. This weekend was somewhat like that... OK exactly like that, and I found I couldn&#39;t wake up on Monday morning, because my body ached, my head was the testing ground for atomic bombs, and my eyes itched. It </atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/04/fears-of-no-substance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-7563899209301156371</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2010 04:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-30T09:59:28.518+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Blogger</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Idiots</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Nation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The SAHM</category><title>Dear &quot;Elite&quot; Mom</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve been growing increasingly irritated with you the last month or so, because I feel I&#39;m being practically dragged into your sisterhood of mothers, with kids who just happen to attend the same school as mine do, yet have almost nothing in common with me. Nearly every week, I encounter one or three of you &quot;elite&quot; moms, and it&#39;s gotten to the point where I feel Karachi is loaded with ridiculous </atom:summary><link>http://caffeinated-bliss.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-elite-mom_2892.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caffeinated Bliss)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973934150112250565.post-5600142118441050088</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 04:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-22T10:54:54.119+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Daughter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Son</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Stuff</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Two</category><title>The Imaginary Child Prodigy!</title><atom:summary type="text">A couple of days ago while sorting through some old papers, I came across a few drawings made by my daughter, which really should have been in her box file and not mine. But, when I turned it over I knew why I had kept it. It was the first colored picture she made of the two of us together. 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