<?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-1448108357974019392</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:02:10.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beam me up Scotty</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howverydarethey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448108357974019392/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howverydarethey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>She Who Must Be Obeyed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11645680475212914140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KtxIHsdw-oc/SPhLkldxPqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpsP248FfQ0/S220/100_5556.JPG'/></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-1448108357974019392.post-4780934975779720564</id><published>2008-10-17T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:52:13.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it never pours but it,.....</title><content type='html'>I want the garden to grow into a semi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rainforest&lt;/span&gt;, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; far off.  The birds, caged pets, ducks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chooks&lt;/span&gt;, quail, and the guinea pigs are happy.  My dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nuggett&lt;/span&gt; seems happy enough, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not.  I have lump in my breast which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; show up in the mammogram or the sonar.  My doctor says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; worry although there is an urgent request for a surgeon to take control.  The waiting list is the answer, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; worry.  I had cancer a few years back and a lot of people said back then, but you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; look sick, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; worry.   My daughter is about to become homeless again with her 6 month old son in tow.  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; worry.  Keep your trust in the almighty!....  If the almighty were a woman there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; be this sort of shit going on.    If the almighty were a woman men would have tits to feed the young, have periods every month, give birth with all the pain and insecurity, and get the dreaded breast cancer and look forward to having the titties cut to pieces or off!   The waiting list.   Wait to see if there will be a place that my girl will have to live in or stiff shit, shell be in the gutter.   Wait to see if the lump is the big c or just an insignificant  thingy.    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sure if I had money like my darling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;soninlaws&lt;/span&gt;  not,  mummy Id get all my wishes.  Until then beam me up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448108357974019392-4780934975779720564?l=howverydarethey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howverydarethey.blogspot.com/feeds/4780934975779720564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448108357974019392&amp;postID=4780934975779720564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448108357974019392/posts/default/4780934975779720564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448108357974019392/posts/default/4780934975779720564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howverydarethey.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-never-pours-but-it.html' title='it never pours but it,.....'/><author><name>She Who Must Be Obeyed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11645680475212914140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KtxIHsdw-oc/SPhLkldxPqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpsP248FfQ0/S220/100_5556.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
