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Not Me</category><category>Wombs Are Not Clown Cars</category><category>X-rays</category><category>Yeast Infections</category><category>You Say It&#39;s Your Birthday</category><category>You Wish You Were Me</category><category>Yummy yummy</category><category>canoeing</category><category>eviscerations</category><category>fun times</category><category>lab tests</category><category>nurse nurse</category><category>nursing</category><category>or people who are smarter than I am</category><category>prudish</category><category>squirrels at large</category><category>taxidermy</category><category>updates galore even if you don&#39;t want them</category><category>zombie robots</category><title>Holy Mackerel</title><description>Life Sucks, And Then You Die</description><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>448</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-926107034254721372</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2011 11:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-15T07:46:00.524-04:00</atom:updated><title>Just call me a dwarf</title><atom:summary type="text">
I realize it&#39;s been almost a month since I last posted, which is a record, guys.
I also have continued getting paid for my blog, which just makes me feel kind of crazy happy instead of guilty, because I&#39;m an awful human being.
So, what have I been doing all this time while you&#39;ve continued checking this blog, wondering if I&#39;ve posted today, and then finding out that, once again, I haven&#39;t, and </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-call-me-dwarf.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-8989595013720368456</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2011 12:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-15T07:28:00.552-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ian</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Best</category><title>R.I.P.</title><atom:summary type="text">
I was going to entertain you today with stories of me falling off chairs,,&amp;nbsp; getting stuck in a bathroom stall in the dark and having my head compared to a pimple. But not today.
Today, I&#39;m going to talk about a man. A man who had a great impact on my life, and on many others.
Ian was my boss, in charge of making sure everything ran smoothly in our real estate office. He was the reason I </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2011/02/rip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-6246281193085818803</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Feb 2011 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T13:29:22.254-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Death Becomes Me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jobs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jobs Are Highly Overrated</category><title>I am old, and there&#39;s nothing more to say</title><atom:summary type="text">Although I have often spoken about feeling about a million years old these past few years, I honestly know what it actually feels like now, and I can also now honestly say that I AM OLD. Now excuse me while I sob into my fifth gin and tonic of the morning.

So, I worked at my new library job last week, full days both Thursday and Saturday. The job basically entails a lot of shelving of books, </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-old-and-theres-nothing-more-to-say.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-1931888759244007733</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Feb 2011 14:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-03T09:50:35.275-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">A Work In Progress</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adonis</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Computers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jobs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Useless Blog Posts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wood Nymph</category><title>Anyone need a job picking my nose? Apply herein</title><atom:summary type="text">
So, I got another call from Adonis yesterday, telling me his office has blocked my blog so that he can no longer read it while he sits at his desk pretending to work.
I feel sorry for you, Adonis. Really, I do.
And then I felt kind of proud that they felt it necessary to block my blog. I should probably get an award for that because, in my opinion, this is a HUGE success! Who doesn&#39;t want to be </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2011/02/anyone-need-job-picking-my-nose-apply.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-1099505436413634265</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2011 22:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-01T17:52:56.011-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Biology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blue Valentine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Michelle Williams</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ryan Gosling</category><title>Electrode hickeys</title><atom:summary type="text">
I thought I&#39;d better post another post lest Adonis call me and spit wrathfully at me again for not posting often enough. Brothers.
Is &quot;wrathfully&quot; a word? Not sure. Don&#39;t care. 
So, I&#39;m sitting here, at the dining room table, and writing this instead of studying crap senior biology. Do you blame me? Didn&#39;t think so. I&#39;m also scratching just above my right nipple, where one of my heart monitor&#39;s </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2011/02/electrode-hickeys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-5424924904042600448</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2011 21:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-27T16:25:58.502-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dee</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Em</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mr. Handsome</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Skiing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">updates galore even if you don&#39;t want them</category><title>Updates coming out the yazoo and every other orifice you might or might not have</title><atom:summary type="text">
So, my brother Adonis called me today, telling me I wasn&#39;t updating my blog enough and he felt he was losing touch with me, his only sister whom he loves more than life itself, and I then wanted to say well then why don&#39;t you pick up the damn phone and call me, but I didn&#39;t say that because it would sound kind of rude, and I am never rude to people, animals or even rocks, because rocks have </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2011/01/updates-coming-out-yazoo-and-every.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-7541136732133094299</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jan 2011 17:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-25T12:49:14.742-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">High School</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nurse nurse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nursing</category><title>Nurse! Nurse! I need my nail clippers!</title><atom:summary type="text">
So, guys, I just applied to three nursing programs in the hopes of getting into one of them for the fall.
Nursing is what I&#39;ve decided to go for, now that my career as a paramedic has most probably ended before it even began, sort of like the egg coming before the chicken, which can only happen to me.
I came to the decision a little while back that nursing was probably a better career for me </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2011/01/nurse-nurse-i-need-my-nail-clippers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-2995250222547495178</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2011 18:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-19T13:15:59.565-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dee</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Em</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gryphon</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sickness</category><title>Illness abounds</title><atom:summary type="text">Things are going oh so smoothly here on the ranch. NOT.

So far this week (and it&#39;s only Wednesday, I think), we have one sick boy at home with what seems to be a bad virus that has so far attacked his abdominal region, his throat, his chest, and his joy for life. Dee is sad and sick. 

We also have a sick Em, who isn&#39;t quite as ill as Dee because she is still able to go to school and get things </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2011/01/illness-abounds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-1664532718315574401</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2011 01:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-17T20:22:12.175-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Guinea Pigs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Weekends</category><title>Coffee tables have many uses. Obviously.</title><atom:summary type="text">
This past weekend was extremely eventful. Not only did we vacuum the living room rug, but we also got up the courage to remove the guinea pig cage (which was homemade and awesome, and which sat on our old coffee table, which we hadn&#39;t used as a coffee table since Em was born because we are anal in that way and decided that we would rather not have a coffee table for a thousand years than have </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2011/01/coffee-tables-have-many-uses-obviously.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg96OjtyiVWVf0CktmLP5PjAoNuAi5clMVSPfFkBzh9qbsnz3pYmZ1m1k7QzcRBzujGlLquIoVzzTbmpPli8fk8k4V9yVGFc90nfSrLhSD_IYFXj6H-23rI0tDM7y1vkgt8r9HbEh9moF-E/s72-c/guinea+pig+festival.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-7366221132256240214</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 19:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-13T14:14:10.532-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Life Is So So Hard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">You Wish You Were Me</category><title>It&#39;s like this</title><atom:summary type="text">
Here I am, back again for yet another dreary and depressing entry into what is known as my amazingly exciting life. Believe you me, all I tell you is true. I am not making anything up. And I totally understand your feelings of envy, wishing you could be me. But, I&#39;m here to tell you, you can&#39;t. It&#39;s not easy to be me, and this is why:
7 a.m. I open my eyes. I can hear both kids as they get </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-like-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-6518526834168787650</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2011 21:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-10T16:32:39.648-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">College</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Flighty Futures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I just don&#39;t care much about anything anymore</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">paramedics</category><title>Things can only get better. Right?</title><atom:summary type="text">
Oh, hello there. Me again.
Still depressed. Still feeling like Life has crashed into me head-on and run over me about eleventy-million times. Which it kind of has.
Still have heard nada from anyone at the school. They&#39;re all ignoring me, guys. It&#39;s like they hate me or, even worse, don&#39;t care. Not a nice feeling, either way. With classes starting today, I&#39;m a bit anxious to get this stuff </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-can-only-get-better-right.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEnYaqqInzZnoZJEoQq5foR3vqX4aHAuKPtBW2N6hW9d7b2f8T2W4M1i_g6uDxYY-BYXDmF1e_H70vy4kpKExXLgJOXHJNspONNIFAWwcxmgXGksLpwU97Iz6VwidzRa0oOD_vuQADaQTG/s72-c/canon+pix+100.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-6609020720464968729</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jan 2011 12:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-03T07:16:00.437-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">College</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Depression</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holidays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">paramedics</category><title>Merry Deep Hole of Depression, everyone! Oh, and a really adequate new year, too.</title><atom:summary type="text">
Oh. Hello there. Why, yes, I&#39;m still alive. Thank you for asking.
At least, I think I am. Just a second.
Yup. I&#39;m alive.
But just barely.
Lots has happened since I last wrote on Dec. 16, which is almost two Oh weeks ago, which is a lifetime in the world of the blog. And when I last wrote (on Dec. 16), I was getting all ready for a nice big Christmas holiday, which I so badly needed.
Firstly, I </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2011/01/merry-deep-hole-of-depression-everyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdXWbG5QFhG_P50vUYOO54NhbC5Ixob9g8LlieXcPQDwwKWhDWkU_723_EnPzM5ypF9qGNL7Ne48mD4iVvVZ3TD5nudeRHGnouhQO9HtMcinl2x8SEf25yF4374yOo8jAIwCm9Lg1nM21/s72-c/Canon+cemetery+sick+mary+051.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-2540739832570324616</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2010 15:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-16T10:14:51.784-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Final Exams Sucks The Life Right Outta Me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">paramedics</category><title>Phew!</title><atom:summary type="text">
I have probably never wanted a holiday as much as I do this year.
No, that&#39;s not true.
I KNOW I have never wanted a holiday as much as I do this year. Yeah, that&#39;s better.
Because, guys, I&#39;ve been working so very very hard. So hard, in fact, that I&#39;ve pretty much lost every single reader I ever had on this blog, which would amount to about 2.5. It&#39;s been so long that I almost forgot how to write</atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2010/12/phew.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-5934903601861540969</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Dec 2010 15:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-07T10:22:21.936-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">canoeing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">squirrels at large</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">taxidermy</category><title>Christmas Wish List -- Item #1</title><atom:summary type="text">Just when you thought you were one of those people who had everything...

http://cgi.ebay.com/Grey-Squirrel-Birch-Bark-Canoe-Fox-Taxidermy-Full-Mount-/250737463987?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_0&amp;amp;hash=item3a611e12b3</atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-wish-list-item-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-8965248624795544012</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Dec 2010 03:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-06T22:52:47.398-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Final Exams Sucks The Life Right Outta Me</category><title>Meh</title><atom:summary type="text">Finals.
That is all.</atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2010/12/meh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-6175360897498314431</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2010 14:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-25T09:13:16.768-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mr. Handsome</category><title>Order</title><atom:summary type="text">
Mr. Handsome, while brushing his teeth:
You know, I keep forgetting.
Me: What?
Mr. Handsome: I keep forgetting...brush teeth first, THEN have a crap.</atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2010/11/order.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-680303470782938595</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Nov 2010 15:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-19T10:37:36.486-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Furry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Guinea Pigs</category><title>RIP Furry</title><atom:summary type="text">
Amidst all the crap that was last week, the worst thing that happened finally happened: our first, and oldest, pet passed away.
You know how sometimes you just know that something really bad is about to happen? Or how sometimes you just know that someone (or something) is going to die shortly? Well, I had that feeling about Furry, our guinea pig. The six months or so, she was moving a little </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2010/11/rip-furry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-8253146298037541825</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2010 14:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-16T09:46:08.747-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Arthritis</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Arthuritis</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bad Hair Days Are Not Good For The Hair</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><title>The joy of being me</title><atom:summary type="text">
Like it&#39;s not bad enough that I struggle daily to keep up with my mammoth studies of anatomical drawings of men&#39;s gargantuan genitalia, but now the final exams are looming, I still can&#39;t lift a 200-pound person in a chair up two flights of stairs, and my arthritis has flared up to an entirely new level of agony and utter torment.
That is probably one of the worst parts of having arthritis: the </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2010/11/joy-of-being-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-3261870238347349637</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Nov 2010 15:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-10T10:38:44.818-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun times</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prudish</category><title>Prudes need not apply</title><atom:summary type="text">Note to Mr. Handsome: Read this post at your own risk. Don&#39;t blame me if you fall over in a dead syncopic episode due to extreme prudishness. 
I&#39;ve finally figured out a way to totally gross out Mr. Handsome, and make him pray for freedom from the chains of marriage.&amp;nbsp;
You may think that an odd statement regarding one&#39;s spousal unit, but then, you obviously just don&#39;t know enough about Mr. </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2010/11/prudes-need-not-apply.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-358275880484085272</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Nov 2010 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-08T16:00:15.818-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">College</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dog Crap</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eviscerations</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gryphon</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lab tests</category><title>Eviscerations To The Yin Yang</title><atom:summary type="text">
If it wasn&#39;t bad enough that I had a wee eyeball issue last week, as well as a major toothache that is still rearing its ugly head with pain, I came home today to dog crap on our living room carpet. Five nicely-shaped nuggets of the canine variety, more specifically, poodle-like.
Oh, yeah. And no one saw it until I came home. Strange coincidence.&amp;nbsp;
Guess who picked up the chocolate bananas? </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2010/11/eviscerations-to-yin-yang.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-4677950096185463254</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2010 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-04T10:58:46.963-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gryphon</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Retinas Unite</category><title>Grief and Doom Need Not Apply</title><atom:summary type="text">
That does it.
As if it wasn&#39;t enough that two of my teeth decided to give me grief the other day...Now I have to go to the hospital to get my eyeballs checked out because I think I may have another retinal detachment happening, which wouldn&#39;t be a good thing, in case you were wondering.
Looks like the Cloud of Doom has decided to sit right on top of me and give me just a little more grief. Yeah,</atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2010/11/grief-and-doom-need-not-apply.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-7971510368216549104</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Oct 2010 14:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-28T10:52:21.811-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">College</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fitness class hurts</category><title>Ouch</title><atom:summary type="text">
As if I needed any extra help in realizing the realities of my situation, Mr. Handsome recently decided to make things clearer for me.
Me: You know, I am finally seeing a big difference in my strength. It took long enough, didn&#39;t it, for my work-outs to make a difference?
Mr. Handsome: Not really.
Me: What do you mean, &quot;Not really&quot;??? Sure it did.
Mr. Handsome: What I mean is that you forget </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2010/10/ouch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-5775213327457052874</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Oct 2010 12:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-25T08:45:47.195-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cinderella</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">College</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movies</category><title>I&#39;m Cinderella</title><atom:summary type="text">
Oh, hello there. Me? I&#39;m fine. Still alive, yes. Thanks for asking.
Despite my super-human strength, and abilities beyond any other human&#39;s, I too have failures. Yes, it&#39;s true. My failure is not keeping up this blog. Oh, and maybe never seeing my family, not getting enough sleep, barely eating, and perhaps having really bad gas -- if you are one of those people who see bad gas as a failure. I </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-cinderella.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-6070812914833949607</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2010 11:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-18T07:05:00.321-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stupid Crap</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Who Cares What I Talk About? Not Me</category><title>A post whereby I talk about absolutely nothing that has anything to do with anything else in the post</title><atom:summary type="text">
Well, I believe this is the first time in the history of this blog that I&#39;ve only posted once in an entire week.
I&#39;ve gone from posting pretty much every day, to four times a week, to three, to two, and now one? Of course, I have good reason, and I know all of you know what it is.&amp;nbsp;
Where was I? Oh yeah...
My readership is going downdowndown, my Alexa rating is dipping, I have nothing to </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2010/10/post-whereby-i-talk-about-absolutely.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831868659745521950.post-6990407025779560293</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2010 14:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-13T10:05:30.657-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Childhood Memories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">College</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daily Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">It&#39;s A Small World After All</category><title>Not Forgotten</title><atom:summary type="text">
Some childhood memories are never forgotten.
It is surprising that even what might seem like the most mundane, idiotic and immature of events can become such an ingrained part of who you become as an adult.
When I went back to college in September,&amp;nbsp; I had mixed feelings. Here I was, a middle-aged mom who&#39;s been out of school for 20 years, going back, knowing full well that my class would </atom:summary><link>http://marymoores.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-forgotten.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mary@Holy Mackerel)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item></channel></rss>