<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15603921</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:50:05.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>myrahlovetoday</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrahlovetoday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15603921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrahlovetoday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>btriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17139724815408791337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15603921.post-112451067118700717</id><published>2005-02-19T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:04:31.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big tit patrol</title><content type='html'>We have been running around a lot the last couple of days, which explains why I have not updated the 'blog. Thursday night we went to dinner at friends of ours who have three kids, 7, 4 and 5 months. They are very "crunchy granola" people... they don't have a TV, they homeschool, eat organic food, family bed, the whole deal. It's nice to be around people with kids who are "weirder" than we are. We had a really good time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went over to Brian's mom's house... yes again. We actually didn't make it there yesterday. Brian had his job interview today, and since both my parents were at work, we didn't have a car, so his mom came over and picked us up so that he could borrow her car. The interview was a bust - they are only looking for someone for 2 shifts a week, which would barely pay for the &lt;a href="http://www.bigtitpatrol.com/?wm_login=jdoughs"&gt;Big Tit Patrol&lt;/a&gt; gas to get there. And since he plans to quit whatever he gets in a couple of weeks, it's obviously not worth it. I really wish he would get something, if only so that he could get out of the house without me having to go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate separation anxiety. I just went to get my computer in the living room where Brian was reading to Catherine... she saw me and wigged out. I can still hear her as I type this... okay, he seems to have things under control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15603921-112451067118700717?l=myrahlovetoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15603921/posts/default/112451067118700717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15603921/posts/default/112451067118700717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrahlovetoday.blogspot.com/2005/02/big-tit-patrol.html' title='big tit patrol'/><author><name>btriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17139724815408791337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
