<?xml version='1.0' encoding='windows-1252'?><?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138</id><updated>2010-03-05T01:08:23.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dear sir or ma'am,</title><subtitle type='html'>Adventures in self preoccupation</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/journal.html'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/atom.xml'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>906</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-4819178727080688286</id><published>2010-03-05T00:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T01:06:48.935-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>things that are going on</title><summary type='text'>Last month I had a scare. My neurologist insisted that it was a very strong possibility that I had a tumor in my brain. It took 2 weeks from the moment he wrote the words - "diagnosis: brain tumor" on a prescription pad to give to the MRI tech, until a Friday evening 2 weeks later, when I received the voicemail from my doctor that my scan was clear. I didn't quite process the news until the next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/4819178727080688286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/4819178727080688286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2010_02_28_archive.html#4819178727080688286' title='things that are going on'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-1708301143030924482</id><published>2010-02-15T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T01:06:16.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my 913th post!</title><summary type='text'>Hi! I just took some xanax because I was trying to relax. I've been having some problems lately that worry me. My MRI showed NO BRAIN TUMORS so I am thankful for that. Honestly, for 2 weeks I was paralyzed with fear. And I was internalizing all of it, so I wouldn't upset anyone else. I barely moved from the couch for 2 whole weeks while I waited for the results.The internet is a terrible thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/1708301143030924482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/1708301143030924482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2010_02_14_archive.html#1708301143030924482' title='my 913th post!'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-7020224025797747127</id><published>2010-02-11T11:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:37:56.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I made a tumblr</title><summary type='text'>This isn't to replace a blog or whatever, I just felt like it. Hopefully I'll remember to keep up with it:

whatmovestheheart.tumblr.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/7020224025797747127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/7020224025797747127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2010_02_07_archive.html#7020224025797747127' title='I made a tumblr'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-6028111673217477231</id><published>2010-02-11T10:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:40:18.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hey strangers</title><summary type='text'>It's been a long time since I've written, mostly because I've got nothing to share with the world. My wheels are turning, as always, but (as always) I'm pulled in a million directions - creatively, emotionally, physically - so I don't really have anything new to show you.
I got an e-mail the other day from blogger about how they're not going to support blogger to website publishing (which is how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/6028111673217477231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/6028111673217477231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2010_02_07_archive.html#6028111673217477231' title='hey strangers'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-8203167473625831862</id><published>2009-12-10T17:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:27:29.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a standing ovation (from me) for Rachel Maddow:</title><summary type='text'>Visit msnbc.com for breaking news, world news, and news about the economy
If you comment on this post and i don't agree with your comment, i'll delete it. Just sayin'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/8203167473625831862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/8203167473625831862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_12_06_archive.html#8203167473625831862' title='a standing ovation (from me) for Rachel Maddow:'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-7741628320379511407</id><published>2009-11-21T18:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:41:17.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no, i didn't forget about my goal</title><summary type='text'>My batteries died and I haven't had a chance to get more.
Soo... I mentioned a job that I sent a resume to. Well.. I had an interview on Thursday. I don't know if it went well or poorly, but I enjoyed it. haha! I'm kind of in a bad mood right now because I found something on the internet that ruined my day.
The L Letterpress Machine</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/7741628320379511407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/7741628320379511407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_11_15_archive.html#7741628320379511407' title='no, i didn&apos;t forget about my goal'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-6505383188574312118</id><published>2009-11-17T07:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:36:51.261-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>back it up</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a fast day. Devan was only at school until  1:15, due to week-long parent teacher conferences. I wasn't feeling good all morning, so I took a nap with Wren. I felt good enough after my shower that when I picked Devan up at the bus stop, I decided to take them both shopping.
First we needed gas and I needed coffee. Oh Quick Chek, if your coffee weren't so good I'd never be able to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/6505383188574312118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/6505383188574312118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_11_15_archive.html#6505383188574312118' title='back it up'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-1316217181678817258</id><published>2009-11-13T13:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:19:11.893-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>on a roll...</title><summary type='text'>not really. but at least I remembered that I made a goal to post something every day.
I sent my resume to a job in the city today. I'm nervous but also kind of NOT NERVOUS, because deep down I wish I could stay home with my daughters forever. If I get it, I'll tell you about it.
Here's today's pic:
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/1316217181678817258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/1316217181678817258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_11_08_archive.html#1316217181678817258' title='on a roll...'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-8437990713083020137</id><published>2009-11-12T16:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:41:30.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letterpress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>hey friends!</title><summary type='text'>I've been away for far too long! I decided today that I'm going to start blogging again. If not blogging, at least posting a daily picture. I've started a 365 project - taking a photo every day. Here's what I've got so far, to catch up:

Go here to see them larger.
Today I inked up my press and I'm working on a new project that I'm pretty excited about. I have to run now, because I'm busy, busy, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/8437990713083020137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/8437990713083020137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_11_08_archive.html#8437990713083020137' title='hey friends!'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-1769475720761958528</id><published>2009-09-28T05:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:34:25.784-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glenn beck'/><title type='text'>i think he's starting to grow on me</title><summary type='text'>it's like he's stephen colberting stephen colbert. do you know what i mean? i'm making a new blog category for Glenn Beck because he is the weirdest person ever and I'll probably be mesmerized by him until the end of time.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/1769475720761958528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/1769475720761958528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_09_27_archive.html#1769475720761958528' title='i think he&apos;s starting to grow on me'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-8269992849142722457</id><published>2009-09-24T00:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:41:02.057-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><title type='text'>wrenna enjoys this song</title><summary type='text'>you may have heard it on weeds. wrenna likes when i sing it to her and she likes to dance to it.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/8269992849142722457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/8269992849142722457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_09_20_archive.html#8269992849142722457' title='wrenna enjoys this song'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-2504777900709408914</id><published>2009-09-23T09:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:35:29.211-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>sometimes</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I hear the lyrics to a song incorrectly, but then when I find out the true lyrics, I'm a little disappointed because what I thought they said were better.
An example of this is the line "The Brazilian Sea amazes me" from the song "I Cried Like A Silly Boy" by Devotchka. In my sleepiness I thought he said "Your resiliency amazes me" and i like that better because it makes more sense and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/2504777900709408914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/2504777900709408914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_09_20_archive.html#2504777900709408914' title='sometimes'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-3587443670583333254</id><published>2009-09-22T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:29:03.970-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugly politics'/><title type='text'>very serious video.</title><summary type='text'>Protect Insurance Companies PSA from Will Ferrell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/3587443670583333254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/3587443670583333254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_09_20_archive.html#3587443670583333254' title='very serious video.'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-5294010579758417322</id><published>2009-09-22T08:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:29:13.061-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>nick, i &lt;3 you</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/5294010579758417322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/5294010579758417322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_09_20_archive.html#5294010579758417322' title='nick, i &lt;3 you'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-5516425636308180816</id><published>2009-09-18T15:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:06:01.134-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>kanye meme, wrenna edition:</title><summary type='text'>

Ok, I'm not a bad mom who takes pictures of her children pooping so I can make internet meme's. I was trying to take a pic of her overalls, which I successfully did here. Now die kanye meme.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/5516425636308180816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/5516425636308180816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_09_13_archive.html#5516425636308180816' title='kanye meme, wrenna edition:'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-3285457658976812619</id><published>2009-09-18T09:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:07:59.858-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>halloween ideas i'm kickin around.</title><summary type='text'>Devan will be whatever she wants because she's at an age where everything I suggest is UNCOOL even though I'm secretly really cool, but I'm a mom so I'm uncool by default? I guess that's the way it works. I don't know. 
My conundrum is this: I've always (for at least 7 years now) wanted to dress Devan as a garden gnome. She refuses. So I'm past that. But now I've got this little new baby. I could</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/3285457658976812619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/3285457658976812619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_09_13_archive.html#3285457658976812619' title='halloween ideas i&apos;m kickin around.'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-3142258291863478360</id><published>2009-09-13T10:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:54:33.071-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I will give you anything, Just please don’t stop singing</title><summary type='text'>the world would stop spinning around





i posted these songs for 2 reasons. 1. I am in love with Nick Urata's voice. and his face 2. the lyrics, like many songs by this band (too tired, 'til the end of time, etc) describe my feelings perfectly.

*Just an embarrassing little tidbit. I've been googling "how to become an acrobat" so that I can somehow whisk Nick Urata away from his acrobat wife. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/3142258291863478360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/3142258291863478360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_09_13_archive.html#3142258291863478360' title='I will give you anything, Just please don’t stop singing'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-572834768351722277</id><published>2009-09-11T09:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:44:29.987-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>how ya'll doin'?</title><summary type='text'>

Excuse our pallor, I had my camera on it's custom setting and clearly I do not know how to customize the settings. Anyways, I thought I'd share Wrenna, who is rapidly approaching FOUR MONTHS OLD, if you can believe it.

I don't have anything else to post about here because I'm tired. I somehow ripped my fitted bed sheet and my foot kept getting stuck in it and waking me up all night. It was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/572834768351722277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/572834768351722277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_09_06_archive.html#572834768351722277' title='how ya&apos;ll doin&apos;?'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-908556382811107258</id><published>2009-09-01T21:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:35:28.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glenn beck'/><title type='text'>oh glenn... u so dumb.</title><summary type='text'>

how did this nut get so popular?


PS. Yes, I know he came back on the air later in the week to make some excuse about it being on purpose, not having an oligarchy without "Czars"...to which i say, czars? why not communism? And i also say bullshit, you made a mistake, and you looked dumb.


I also want to take a second to address the "Glenn Beck Rape-Murder Rumor" that I've been hearing about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/908556382811107258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/908556382811107258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_08_30_archive.html#908556382811107258' title='oh glenn... u so dumb.'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-7273209275771349766</id><published>2009-08-20T01:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:31:54.328-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>end of summer</title><summary type='text'>I cannot believe that Devan starts school in 2 weeks. I just cannottt! How is summer almost over already? I haven't even been to Ohio! I haven't seen the ocean! I haven't even put on a swimsuit! Holy moly. 
I'm not sure how much longer this blog will be in this location. I've gone ahead and paid for a month of hosting, but I'm not sure I do enough with this site to continue to pay money every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/7273209275771349766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/7273209275771349766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_08_16_archive.html#7273209275771349766' title='end of summer'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-5003440665257586017</id><published>2009-07-07T00:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:56:31.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>every post is a baby post</title><summary type='text'>yea, so what? Here's a picture of my little pooper, uh, pooping while propped up on some pillows:

I'm sitting here at 12:45am, eating a BLTA (a is for avacado) on a croissant from Red Robin, sippin' a beverage, and singing 'twinkle twinkle little star' between bites, to my littlest baby, who's finding it very difficult to fall asleep tonight.
For those of you who don't know or don't remember, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/5003440665257586017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/5003440665257586017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_07_05_archive.html#5003440665257586017' title='every post is a baby post'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-1568913767685366481</id><published>2009-07-01T21:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:54:15.216-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><title type='text'>just stopping by</title><summary type='text'>to say hi.

She's lovely, but she's a handful. A rude awakening from Devan, the easiest baby in the world. That's all I've got time for today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/1568913767685366481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/1568913767685366481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_06_28_archive.html#1568913767685366481' title='just stopping by'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-2913285792192750620</id><published>2009-05-31T19:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:13:30.432-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>she's here</title><summary type='text'>

Wrenna Mae
born May 26, 2009 @ 11:57am
9 pounds 2 ounces, 20.5 inches long</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/2913285792192750620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/2913285792192750620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_05_31_archive.html#2913285792192750620' title='she&apos;s here'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-8064227568749693585</id><published>2009-05-17T20:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:55:13.848-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>40 wks</title><summary type='text'>I haven't written anything here in a month! Whoops!
I'll bring you all (all one or two of you who read this) up to date on recent events. I'm 40 wks pregnant now, with no signs or symptoms of impending labor. It's getting incredibly uncomfortable, if I may complain for a few moments. I can hardly catch my breath. I see stars if I walk up the stairs too quickly. When I walk around there's a pain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/8064227568749693585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/8064227568749693585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_05_17_archive.html#8064227568749693585' title='40 wks'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3227138.post-3206340475732744122</id><published>2009-04-18T15:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:28:21.304-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugly politics'/><title type='text'>Lolz from the right</title><summary type='text'>Sarah Palin made a choice.

Sarah Palin, who is an idiot and therefore just doesn't get it, proudly told a pro-life conference that she considered an abortion before choosing to have Trig.

Usually everything Sarah Palin says is a lie, but her well-documented attempt to conceal the pregnancy and the fact that she got that amniocentesis point to a genuine intention to terminate the pregnancy, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/3206340475732744122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3227138/posts/default/3206340475732744122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-daydream.com/pathetic/2009_04_12_archive.html#3206340475732744122' title='Lolz from the right'/><author><name>peggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08498092741411526338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09437000506033890840'/></author></entry></feed>