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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUGRns5fSp7ImA9WxNUF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165</id><updated>2009-11-09T08:33:47.525-06:00</updated><title>Life According To Candice</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>319</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LifeAccordingToCandice" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>LifeAccordingToCandice</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMNR3o9fyp7ImA9WxNUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-1624892812177275094</id><published>2009-11-01T23:28:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:14:56.467-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-02T15:14:56.467-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="so apparently flies poop" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="learn something new every day" /><title>Learned something new today. Flies drop deuces. Who knew?</title><summary type="html">I love it when my kids teach me new things. Things that I typically would never EVER think about. Like flies taking a shit, for example. The other day I posted a video of that terrible moment in time when "we" killed the spider in the window. Remember that? I was horribly embarrassed when I lifted the blinds for the first time in 2 1/2 years and saw the carnage that was on the window sill. I was &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/IRBuNIKZfPU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/1624892812177275094/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=1624892812177275094&amp;isPopup=true" title="41 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/1624892812177275094?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/1624892812177275094?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/IRBuNIKZfPU/learned-something-new-today-flies-drop.html" title="Learned something new today. Flies drop deuces. Who knew?" /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/Su53YOTxVwI/AAAAAAAABzw/RE4tAHujze0/s72-c/fruit-fly-humor.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">41</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/11/learned-something-new-today-flies-drop.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4AR344fSp7ImA9WxNUEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-1867491788636144914</id><published>2009-10-31T22:22:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:32:26.035-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-01T13:32:26.035-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="big assholes need POLA I'm not only the president but I'm also a client" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happy Halloween" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="observations" /><title>My Halloween observations. Feel free to add your own.</title><summary type="html">1. As a parent, if you find yourself dragging a cooler on wheels while you accompany your little one trick or treating, it might be time to admit you have a problem. Or maybe I'm just jealous.2. I'm planning to start a group called POLA in my spare time. That stands for Parents Of Little Assholes. Allow me to explain. If your a big asshole with no manners, then odds are you will raise yourself a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/870tA-9KWv4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/1867491788636144914/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=1867491788636144914&amp;isPopup=true" title="32 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/1867491788636144914?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/1867491788636144914?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/870tA-9KWv4/my-halloween-observations-feel-free-to.html" title="My Halloween observations. Feel free to add your own." /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/Su0AeoGvKDI/AAAAAAAABzA/S8zHaPMjesI/s72-c/Halloween+054.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">32</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-halloween-observations-feel-free-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYERHs8cCp7ImA9WxNVGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-3557019784233117013</id><published>2009-10-30T22:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:41:45.578-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-30T23:41:45.578-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Brent is pretty much useless as an exterminator" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ear muffs kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Larry's dead" /><title>The hit on Larry was finally carried out. I have videographic evidence, and skid marks in my drawers. You're welcome.</title><summary type="html">He finally did it. Today Brent came home from work bearing gifts of great joy, which mainly consisted of a can of Raid, some cupcakes, and Halloween candy. Now typically I would have made an immediate move towards the cupcakes, however, today the most important item was the Raid.I knew Larry was about to go down. I was going to be free of his ass once and for all.Just a few observations before I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/_tvJnFZ74QA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/3557019784233117013/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=3557019784233117013&amp;isPopup=true" title="48 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/3557019784233117013?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/3557019784233117013?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/_tvJnFZ74QA/hit-on-larry-was-finally-carried-out-i.html" title="The hit on Larry was finally carried out. I have videographic evidence, and skid marks in my drawers. You're welcome." /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">48</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/hit-on-larry-was-finally-carried-out-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQFQnc-eyp7ImA9WxNVGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-3114839384383882257</id><published>2009-10-29T19:59:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:35:13.953-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-29T23:35:13.953-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mad cow" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Halloween" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'll be the drunk asshat playing with my udders all night" /><title>It doesn't happen very often, but perhaps I was wrong ...</title><summary type="html">As you may remember in my last post, we recently made a family trip to the Halloween (YO, why don't you stare at my ample tits) store to get costumes for the rug rats. What I failed to mention is that I also got a costume for myself.Yes, I know it's ridiculous for an adult to buy a costume, right? I would have thought so before I moved to this neighborhood as well. I mean, we were in Va for 8 yrs&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/3V2-6sDWZpU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/3114839384383882257/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=3114839384383882257&amp;isPopup=true" title="38 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/3114839384383882257?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/3114839384383882257?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/3V2-6sDWZpU/it-doesnt-happen-very-often-but-perhaps.html" title="It doesn't happen very often, but perhaps I was wrong ..." /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/SupBUKnac_I/AAAAAAAAByw/YTm5HXzOqV8/s72-c/071.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">38</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-doesnt-happen-very-often-but-perhaps.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUHSHw9fyp7ImA9WxNVFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-6157461459631311623</id><published>2009-10-27T00:43:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T02:07:19.267-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-27T02:07:19.267-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="knockers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boobs what boobs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="you aren't as slick as you think you are" /><title>How about a friendly tip for my male readers.</title><summary type="html">Why don't we cut the bullshit here boys, shall we?I'm specifically talking about the way some of you go out of your way to act like you don't even notice other women in the general vicinity when you and your significant other are together. I witness this all the time, so I sort of feel like an expert on the subject. Allow me to spew my wisdom upon you.You know exactly who you are. You're the one &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/qtztGf76DV8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/6157461459631311623/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=6157461459631311623&amp;isPopup=true" title="51 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/6157461459631311623?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/6157461459631311623?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/qtztGf76DV8/how-about-friendly-tip-for-my-male.html" title="How about a friendly tip for my male readers." /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/SuaVaJ8s6aI/AAAAAAAAByo/MkxKbbMfVxc/s72-c/photo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">51</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-about-friendly-tip-for-my-male.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMCRno-fyp7ImA9WxNVFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-5050328687563929963</id><published>2009-10-24T02:48:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T05:54:27.457-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-26T05:54:27.457-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people are stupid" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motorized recliner" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="DWI" /><title>You know you've reached your potential when you get arrested for driving your RECLINER under the influence.</title><summary type="html">I'm not making this up. I promise.Some extremely (bored) creative man in Minnesota not only thought it would be a good idea to make a portable recliner with parts out of his old lawnmower motor, but he actually had the nads to drive the thing out in public while intoxicated. Oh, and get this, he was arrested for DWI after he ran his white trash lazy-boy-mobile into a parked vehicle. I love it!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/sPzsA_Eqmck" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/5050328687563929963/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=5050328687563929963&amp;isPopup=true" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/5050328687563929963?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/5050328687563929963?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/sPzsA_Eqmck/you-know-youve-reached-your-potential.html" title="You know you've reached your potential when you get arrested for driving your RECLINER under the influence." /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-youve-reached-your-potential.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMNSXo_eCp7ImA9WxNVE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-2142891361586219204</id><published>2009-10-23T19:03:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:58:18.440-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-24T01:58:18.440-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Larry the spider" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="immersion therapy fail" /><title>I crapped myself today for the first time since infancy.</title><summary type="html">If you are a long time reader of this blog, you may remember that I'm no fan of spiders. They are disgusting. I mean, I really hate them with a passion.Anytime I see a spider, I have this immediate physiological response to them. My heart races, my respirations increase, I scream in fear, I run around like my ass in on fire, and finally, I come close to pissing myself. It only just goes downhill &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/ASIJjBQFCFM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/2142891361586219204/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=2142891361586219204&amp;isPopup=true" title="33 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/2142891361586219204?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/2142891361586219204?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/ASIJjBQFCFM/i-craped-myself-today-for-first-time.html" title="I crapped myself today for the first time since infancy." /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/SuJWWyay2pI/AAAAAAAAByg/qGW1IGU1AMA/s72-c/photo+(2).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">33</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-craped-myself-today-for-first-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUACQ3Y_eyp7ImA9WxNVEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-1801411763806081680</id><published>2009-10-20T11:21:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:29:22.843-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-20T17:29:22.843-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="napkins give very little coverage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vag visit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recession" /><title>It's official. The recession has hit my gyno's office hard.</title><summary type="html">Now THIS is how my routine gynecological checkups USUALLY go. However, my appointment yesterday was quite different. Well, a large part of it was anyway. No worries. My stuff still totally smelled like Toll house cookies. That will never change.Anyway, soon after I was walked back to my room, I realized that this office was doing some serious cutting back. It was pretty apparent when I was &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/3aCk96_GQqs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/1801411763806081680/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=1801411763806081680&amp;isPopup=true" title="47 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/1801411763806081680?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/1801411763806081680?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/3aCk96_GQqs/its-official-recession-has-hit-my-gynos.html" title="It's official. The recession has hit my gyno's office hard." /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/St3mf95zy5I/AAAAAAAAByI/Qk0UvY6nRrg/s72-c/photo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">47</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-official-recession-has-hit-my-gynos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IFRH4zeyp7ImA9WxNWGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-1530704323968583573</id><published>2009-10-19T08:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:11:55.083-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-19T09:11:55.083-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="so fresh and so clean clean" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="OBGYN fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="KY is the devil" /><title>If you think your Monday sucks, try going to the OBGYN to have your vagina poked and prodded in the early morning, then get back to me.</title><summary type="html">To whom it may concern,Unless you are starting out your Monday morning by going to your OBGYN so that you can (die of boredom)wait in a waiting room with 50 knocked up women and their sex deprived husbands, who just so happen to have roving eyes, so that you can get your vagina and boobs felt up by a stranger with an advanced degree, please don't bitch about your "shitty" Monday. Because I can &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/etvD5oqizz4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/1530704323968583573/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=1530704323968583573&amp;isPopup=true" title="31 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/1530704323968583573?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/1530704323968583573?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/etvD5oqizz4/if-you-think-your-monday-sucks-try.html" title="If you think your Monday sucks, try going to the OBGYN to have your vagina poked and prodded in the early morning, then get back to me." /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">31</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-think-your-monday-sucks-try.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMMRHk8fip7ImA9WxNWFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-5874866194948957833</id><published>2009-10-16T00:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T02:01:25.776-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-16T02:01:25.776-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stupid kid" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Runaway balloon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crazy family that was on wife swap" /><title>I know of one little kid that needs his ass whooped.</title><summary type="html">It was all over the news yesterday. A 6 yr old boy who was supposedly in some runaway balloon, was feared to be floating high in the sky. People were shitting themselves watching this on live TV. Thousands of dollars were spent looking for this kid, and tracking this stupid balloon. Military helicopters were dispatched, and the Denver airport was briefly shut down because of this debacle. When &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/Siad_FthT5s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/5874866194948957833/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=5874866194948957833&amp;isPopup=true" title="30 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/5874866194948957833?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/5874866194948957833?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/Siad_FthT5s/i-know-of-one-little-kid-that-needs-his.html" title="I know of one little kid that needs his ass whooped." /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/StgY93lxAHI/AAAAAAAAByA/5LVvCLxrOw8/s72-c/pd_spank_071128_ms.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">30</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-of-one-little-kid-that-needs-his.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cHR3Y8fSp7ImA9WxNWFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-6499539790471139097</id><published>2009-10-15T00:34:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T07:17:16.875-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-15T07:17:16.875-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating segregation is where it's at" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="you heard it here first" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ask me" /><title>New idea, dating advice, and more</title><summary type="html">I'm not sure I'm even qualified to give dating advice since I've been out of the dating scene for the past 12 years or so, but since this is my blog I'm going to do it anyway. Because that's what CEO's do. They run shit.By the way, I want to pass something by you all. I'm contemplating a weekly "Dear Abby" type of post where you creative readers can email me your burning questions or even ask for&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/cIUFoHcTz4k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/6499539790471139097/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=6499539790471139097&amp;isPopup=true" title="27 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/6499539790471139097?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/6499539790471139097?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/cIUFoHcTz4k/new-idea-dating-advice-and-more.html" title="New idea, dating advice, and more" /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/Sta4PReKcoI/AAAAAAAABxw/2j0abf-w064/s72-c/bcc9cfae-b623-4cd2-a6ac-9f8e8ed7ebc2_vsmall.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">27</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-idea-dating-advice-and-more.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4DQHwyeSp7ImA9WxNWFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-2285363655055830806</id><published>2009-10-13T16:20:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:56:11.291-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-13T16:56:11.291-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coolest phone ever" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Iphone hypnosis" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I got your tip right here" /><title>I may be on a posting hiatus for a while.</title><summary type="html">I was still so mentally jacked up after being bent over and taking it in my South Siiiiiiide during my last hair appointment, that I was hell bent on getting a tip program for my phone so I could put an end to this embarrassing issue once and for all.But first, I do want to say thank you to all of my non-mathematically challenged readers that gave me all of the tipping advice. I took it all in &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/OZWAqPAVkvQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/2285363655055830806/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=2285363655055830806&amp;isPopup=true" title="28 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/2285363655055830806?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/2285363655055830806?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/OZWAqPAVkvQ/i-may-be-on-posting-hiatus-for-while.html" title="I may be on a posting hiatus for a while." /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/StTyETnIl_I/AAAAAAAABxo/eUn6sN1Ehxs/s72-c/screen_04.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">28</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-may-be-on-posting-hiatus-for-while.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcMSHY7fCp7ImA9WxNWE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-2401640179877172433</id><published>2009-10-12T01:02:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T03:28:09.804-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-12T03:28:09.804-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homecoming" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun times" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snuggi sucks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="corn cob edible sex toy" /><title>Kickin' it oldschool with my homie.</title><summary type="html">This past weekend I decided to travel back to my old stomping grounds where I grew up, in order to properly celebrate "Homecoming" weekend. It also marked my 15th year of being out of high school. I didn't even realize that I was that damn old until someone pointed it out to me. Thanks alot you ahole.Anyway, I grew up in a very small town where you did nothing but basically get drunk out in the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/nhGOyPD_mPU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/2401640179877172433/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=2401640179877172433&amp;isPopup=true" title="33 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/2401640179877172433?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/2401640179877172433?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/nhGOyPD_mPU/kickin-it-oldschool-with-my-homie.html" title="Kickin' it oldschool with my homie." /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/StLKkfWNn_I/AAAAAAAABwA/ve-lYj28Wns/s72-c/homecoming+094.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">33</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/kickin-it-oldschool-with-my-homie.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4MQnY5fip7ImA9WxNWEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-6999984577779361954</id><published>2009-10-08T23:44:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:59:43.826-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-09T00:59:43.826-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tip cards are for losers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Math blows" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm a moron and it costs me money" /><title>WARNING - Tipping can be hazardous to your bank account when you can't do simple math in your head.</title><summary type="html">Today I had a glorious hair appointment. The reason I say that it was glorious is because I think I have finally found someone who may actually know her ass from her elbow when it comes to highlighting/coloring hair. It's only taken me over 2 years of searching, so yes, I'm slightly excited. The best part about it all is that she doesn't charge an additional $40 bucks to BLOW DRY and style my &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/4g39vJMHdDo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/6999984577779361954/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=6999984577779361954&amp;isPopup=true" title="39 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/6999984577779361954?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/6999984577779361954?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/4g39vJMHdDo/warning-tipping-can-be-hazardous-to.html" title="WARNING - Tipping can be hazardous to your bank account when you can't do simple math in your head." /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/Ss7LBukFz7I/AAAAAAAABv0/xE98AX68Ktc/s72-c/2245946609_507a851e0e.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">39</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/warning-tipping-can-be-hazardous-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMAQnw7eip7ImA9WxNXGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-171712904030539404</id><published>2009-10-07T01:44:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T03:00:43.202-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-07T03:00:43.202-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dead shit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shadow is the new Tupac" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Our house is where fish go to die" /><title>In rememberance.... Fish fry anyone?</title><summary type="html">*Cue organ music*Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life. Electric word, life, it means forever and that's a mighty long time. But I'm here to tell you, there's something else - the afterworld. A world of never-ending happiness. You can always see the sun, day or night. So when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills, you know the one, Dr. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/YM72KsVljvM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/171712904030539404/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=171712904030539404&amp;isPopup=true" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/171712904030539404?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/171712904030539404?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/YM72KsVljvM/in-rememberance-fish-fry-anyone.html" title="In rememberance.... Fish fry anyone?" /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/SsxA8SsRlYI/AAAAAAAABvU/nxFRP6OqMNE/s72-c/004.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-rememberance-fish-fry-anyone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAFQX08fyp7ImA9WxNXGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-4043169403018045138</id><published>2009-10-06T01:29:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T03:11:50.377-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-06T03:11:50.377-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mockingbird" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ever the same" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Someday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Apologize" /><title>Don't get in the way of me and Rob Thomas, ya big assmunch!</title><summary type="html">So my latest concert adventure involved me going to see Carolina Liar, OneRepublic, and of course, my main man Rob Thomas.  How you doin'?Anyway, let's get right down to it. Carolina Liar was pretty good. I only recognized one of their songs, but they were entertaining enough for the opening act. OneRepublic hit the stage next and had a shaky start for the first two songs. Ryan Tedder (the lead &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/n_p7GbesikU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/4043169403018045138/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=4043169403018045138&amp;isPopup=true" title="20 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/4043169403018045138?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/4043169403018045138?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/n_p7GbesikU/dont-get-in-way-of-me-and-rob-thomas-ya.html" title="Don't get in the way of me and Rob Thomas, ya big assmunch!" /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/SsroYnt33WI/AAAAAAAABuk/pDUQdkhaK5E/s72-c/rob_thomas_event_main.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">20</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-get-in-way-of-me-and-rob-thomas-ya.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEGQX4_eip7ImA9WxNXF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-7125627293103211164</id><published>2009-10-05T12:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:33:40.042-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-05T13:33:40.042-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="limp in every way" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="what a let down" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="No funny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Community" /><title>Dear Joel McHale</title><summary type="html">Dear Joel, First of all, I just want to say that I'm a big fan of yours. I'm also an avid viewer of The Soup. Especially when I'm bored out of my mind and I'm out of trashy reality television to watch. Plus, I really like to watch Chelsea Lately, and she typically comes on after your show, but you probably already know that. Anyway, when I heard that you had a starring role in NBC's new show &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/7dZVz0Z3D3E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/7125627293103211164/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=7125627293103211164&amp;isPopup=true" title="25 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/7125627293103211164?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/7125627293103211164?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/7dZVz0Z3D3E/dear-joel-mchale.html" title="Dear Joel McHale" /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/Sso0M4Nl18I/AAAAAAAABuM/1gXRsI9cAMY/s72-c/joel%2520mchale%2520community%25201_300x300_shkl.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">25</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-joel-mchale.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUGSXk7eip7ImA9WxNXF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-6909306491278019101</id><published>2009-10-04T15:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:17:08.702-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-05T14:17:08.702-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Helen Keller" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="takes act of congress to get ill man to clean garage" /><title>You can just call me Helen. Helen Keller, that is...</title><summary type="html">Apparently I'm nesting today. Oddly enough, when I nest, the whole damn family disappears because they know that I will surely put them to work. That's pretty much how it went down around here today, except Brent didn't attempt to flee this time. His ass basically remained suction cupped to the couch while I beautified my/our (I suppose it's his closet too, even though he's got about 10% of the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/jlvxvzNtMHs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/6909306491278019101/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=6909306491278019101&amp;isPopup=true" title="25 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/6909306491278019101?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/6909306491278019101?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/jlvxvzNtMHs/you-can-just-call-me-helen-helen-keller.html" title="You can just call me Helen. Helen Keller, that is..." /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">25</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-can-just-call-me-helen-helen-keller.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UER3k-fCp7ImA9WxNXFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-3452210709102903810</id><published>2009-10-02T01:51:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T03:13:26.754-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-02T03:13:26.754-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dog costume" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Halloween" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="One day he will chew my leg off in my sleep" /><title>Rehiring housecleaning service. Newsflash- French maids are way more entertaining than illegal immigrants.</title><summary type="html">That's right, folks! It's that time again. Halloween is creeping up on us already, and instead of shopping for my kids costumes early for a change so that they don't have to wear something lame that is two sizes too small that could possibly end up cutting off circulation to testicles and or ass crack, as demonstrated here in this picture...I made the executive decision that it's much more &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/EE7cwMF7UbY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/3452210709102903810/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=3452210709102903810&amp;isPopup=true" title="28 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/3452210709102903810?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/3452210709102903810?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/EE7cwMF7UbY/re-hiring-housecleaning-service.html" title="Rehiring housecleaning service. Newsflash- French maids are way more entertaining than illegal immigrants." /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/SsWowHhRF9I/AAAAAAAABt0/qvLj4V-5xjA/s72-c/Oct+5th,+2008+009.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">28</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-hiring-housecleaning-service.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cNQHg9eSp7ImA9WxNXFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-9018425090154257346</id><published>2009-10-01T13:03:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:24:51.661-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-02T00:24:51.661-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="So much for that" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dud" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sam replies" /><title>Ladies and Gentlemen, I now present you with a little something I call, "the reply"</title><summary type="html">I want you to do me a favor here. Think back to that moment in time where you were super stoked about a particular event, but after all was said and done, it ended up being the biggest DUD ever.We've all had one. Maybe it was during Christmas when you were a kid, and you wanted a Caboodle so bad you could kill, but in the end all you got was a freaking tackle box. (I'll get over this eventually.)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/glbwx_zd-Wg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/9018425090154257346/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=9018425090154257346&amp;isPopup=true" title="26 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/9018425090154257346?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/9018425090154257346?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/glbwx_zd-Wg/ladies-and-gentlemen-i-now-present-you.html" title="Ladies and Gentlemen, I now present you with a little something I call, &quot;the reply&quot;" /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/SsT3Rjkz4uI/AAAAAAAABts/lgnpRwElXMg/s72-c/800px-Vienna_sausage_tasty.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">26</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/10/ladies-and-gentlemen-i-now-present-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYFSXo-fCp7ImA9WxNXEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-3209032743879093221</id><published>2009-09-29T14:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:38:38.454-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-29T14:38:38.454-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emailing with assholes" /><title>Oh goody! Fun with email time!</title><summary type="html">So to say I'm still a little pissed about my car salesman debacle yesterday would be an understatement. I'll tell you a little bit about how I typically roll in these types of situations.Something happens to piss me off, and I may be slightly pissed at first, but as the minutes, hours, and the days go by, my anger multiplies and spreads. I basically turn into the she Hulk, except I don't turn &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/s3VeLZPEx9E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/3209032743879093221/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=3209032743879093221&amp;isPopup=true" title="40 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/3209032743879093221?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/3209032743879093221?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/s3VeLZPEx9E/oh-goody-fun-with-email-time.html" title="Oh goody! Fun with email time!" /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">40</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-goody-fun-with-email-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08NQHY4fip7ImA9WxNXEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-516139336938237964</id><published>2009-09-28T19:44:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:38:11.836-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-28T21:38:11.836-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'd rather have a prostate exam" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wheelin and dealin with snakes" /><title>Can't think of a good non-vulgar title for this post, but let me just say that if I had testicles "Richard" would totally be choking on them right now</title><summary type="html">How's that for an attention grabbing title? Was it effective at all? I bet you are sitting there right now wanting to know why I want to choke some dude out with my non-existent testicles, right? I figured as much.Well allow me to clue you in.Remember that post a few days back that I wrote about my engine light coming on out of the blue in my vehicle? Well apparently I left my gas cap off in my &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/pM15sBwXmDQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/516139336938237964/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=516139336938237964&amp;isPopup=true" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/516139336938237964?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/516139336938237964?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/pM15sBwXmDQ/cant-think-of-good-non-vulgar-title-for.html" title="Can't think of a good non-vulgar title for this post, but let me just say that if I had testicles &quot;Richard&quot; would totally be choking on them right now" /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/SsFtkAPBZZI/AAAAAAAABr8/pt_UKMaJrBU/s72-c/richard.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/09/cant-think-of-good-non-vulgar-title-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4BRXg9eSp7ImA9WxNXEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-6648608904893538393</id><published>2009-09-27T15:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:09:14.661-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-27T18:09:14.661-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oxygen channel rocks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="call bell" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poor embarrassed patient" /><title>Reason number 1,302 why your patients should ALWAYS have their call bell in reach.</title><summary type="html">Disclaimer: I want to go ahead and point out that this was NOT my patient. I repeat. It was NOT my patient. My patients always have their call bells in reach, except for the times they don't. And when they don't have them in reach, it's usually when radiology has brought them back to their room and they never bothered hooking the patient back up to the monitor, or placing them back on their O2, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/qVJHryhYEYk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/6648608904893538393/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=6648608904893538393&amp;isPopup=true" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/6648608904893538393?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/6648608904893538393?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/qVJHryhYEYk/reason-number-1302-why-your-patients.html" title="Reason number 1,302 why your patients should ALWAYS have their call bell in reach." /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/09/reason-number-1302-why-your-patients.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQFRXc6cSp7ImA9WxNQGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-143813934020156337</id><published>2009-09-26T02:11:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:11:54.919-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-26T14:11:54.919-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="good luck with that." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="big baby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toddler baby" /><title>You know you're pretty much screwed when you come out of the womb needing Jenny Craig</title><summary type="html">Apparently some woman in Indonesia (I have no idea where that is by the way....) gave birth to a NINETEEN freaking pound (toddler) BABY! So how does one grow a 19 lb baby and carry to term anyway? Did she mate with an elephant and stay pregnant for 2 years, or what? Does she have some sort of titanium reinforced uterus/cervix with super powers that nobody knows about? Seriously, take a look at &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/gCsekjZCvxQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/143813934020156337/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=143813934020156337&amp;isPopup=true" title="29 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/143813934020156337?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/143813934020156337?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/gCsekjZCvxQ/you-know-youre-pretty-much-screwed-when.html" title="You know you're pretty much screwed when you come out of the womb needing Jenny Craig" /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/Sr3AcCHHRGI/AAAAAAAABr0/yEwsKVd__zI/s72-c/babyfat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">29</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-youre-pretty-much-screwed-when.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcERns5cCp7ImA9WxNQGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9787884408135165.post-6894091549619000198</id><published>2009-09-23T12:30:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:50:07.528-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-25T22:50:07.528-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Creed" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Staind" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="So far away" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Its been a while" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My sacrifice" /><title>First time for everything. Last night I was felt up (repeatedly) by a middle aged female munchkin</title><summary type="html">Okay, so I really want to tell you when my possible munchkin raping went down, but I don't want you to make fun of me...So you won't make fun of me, right?Promise?Fine. Make fun of me if you want, because I can totally take it. Last night I went to see these guys in concert.Yeah, they are so 1990's but who cares! I like Creed, so anyone who plans on talking crap about my musical taste can go &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~4/NUTnQFKfASM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/feeds/6894091549619000198/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9787884408135165&amp;postID=6894091549619000198&amp;isPopup=true" title="25 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/6894091549619000198?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9787884408135165/posts/default/6894091549619000198?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAccordingToCandice/~3/NUTnQFKfASM/first-time-for-everything-last-night-i.html" title="First time for everything. Last night I was felt up (repeatedly) by a middle aged female munchkin" /><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553652923537266660</uri><email>clstroh@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="18233571353404035068" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/SrpnZ2LiNMI/AAAAAAAABrk/AOrr9K1HwNs/s72-c/creed+065.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">25</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candiceandco.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-time-for-everything-last-night-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
