<?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-11362059</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:17:37.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R U Confused?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11362059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruconfused.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clearly Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796083859619142342</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11362059.post-111112804747673884</id><published>2005-03-17T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T22:40:47.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your Mood?</title><content type='html'>I was in the weirdest mood today. I felt like I was in a good mood and everything was going good. Then, I came home and was mad at my husband and for the strangest reason. I yelled at him for doing the dishes! I know weird. You would think I would thank and praise him for being as thoughtful as to do the dishes. Nope not me. I yelled at him and got mad because I didn't do them sooner, which in my defense he did last time. See last time I did dishes instead of saying something nice to me he just said 'it was about time'. So, I really wasn't looking for him to be mad at me. Well, shortly after that I took a nap and woke up in a much better mood. I think my problem is lack of sleep. My husband works swing and I work days, so I stay up late and have to be up early. On the other hand he is getting plenty of sleep. I think I am just Jealous!!&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for today!! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11362059-111112804747673884?l=ruconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/111112804747673884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11362059&amp;postID=111112804747673884' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11362059/posts/default/111112804747673884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11362059/posts/default/111112804747673884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruconfused.blogspot.com/2005/03/whats-your-mood.html' title='What&apos;s your Mood?'/><author><name>Clearly Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796083859619142342</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11362059.post-111095894998249607</id><published>2005-03-15T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:42:29.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean People Suck!!!</title><content type='html'>Have you heard that saying, "Mean People Suck?" It is so true. I hate when someone in a bad mood and wants everyone around to join them. I find myself there just about everything I am with my brother. He constantly lives in a soap opera, which he chooses a lot of his drama. Then when he is in a bad mood he sits in the living room at my dad's house and lets everyone know that he is not having a good day. My dad came home today and asked him so how was your day. Any normal person would have responded, "Oh I'm okay," or "I didn't have the best day." No, not my brother he starts my freaking out about his 2 ex's, my mom, my uncle Gordon, and then the excuse of why in the world he didn't go to work. I know better then to ever say a thing to him when he is in he &lt;em&gt;mood. &lt;/em&gt;He loves to have everyone know his drama and then when we feel we are in the middle of it, we get in the middle of it. Then, suddenly he doesn't want us (my dad and I) in his business and we are really nosy. See I could really have cared less what happened in his day I would settled for I'm fine and My day we okay. Everything else steps over the line of to much information.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have vented!!! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11362059-111095894998249607?l=ruconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/111095894998249607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11362059&amp;postID=111095894998249607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11362059/posts/default/111095894998249607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11362059/posts/default/111095894998249607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruconfused.blogspot.com/2005/03/mean-people-suck.html' title='Mean People Suck!!!'/><author><name>Clearly Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796083859619142342</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11362059.post-111087187835914509</id><published>2005-03-14T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:31:18.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!!! I have had a good yet crappy weekend. Now you ask how is that possible...Well let me tell you. I have had a tooth ache since Friday and ever flipping denist in the area was at a Denist Convention. How Stupid! So, I suffered all weekend taking over the maxium amount of pain reliever you can have in a 24 hour period. I husband is so anal about going over the suggested amount. On the other had it was a good weekend. Saturday was beautiful 70 plus degrees. My husband, a friend, and I went to the park with our dogs, ate lunch, and played bochy ball (my spelling sucks). Sunday we just stayed in all day which was nice to. It was just nice quality time.&lt;br /&gt;Now it Monday and I had to take another day off of work because I still needed to see a denist. Well I got in at my dad's denist (great people) and was told that I needed a root canal or pull the tooth. I am definently to young to be pulling teeth but I can't afford the thousand dollars for the root canal. So, I sat there not know what to do. Then out of the blue he suggests a third option. I am just wondering why that wasn't put on the table in the first place. Well I pick the third option which was to clean the infected decayed stuff around the nerve and tooth. Then put medicine in the tooth and put a temporary filling until I decide what I want to do. This will only last about 3 months or so but it give me enough time to get insurance or come up with the money. Up until today I hated denists with a passion. They were always mean and they literally yelled at me. I also have a very low tolerance for pain which sucks to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know my life is that boring that I can talk about going to the denist in 3 pages! Well until the next time we can continue into the saga of my life, Good Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11362059-111087187835914509?l=ruconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/111087187835914509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11362059&amp;postID=111087187835914509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11362059/posts/default/111087187835914509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11362059/posts/default/111087187835914509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruconfused.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello-i-have-had-good-yet-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>Clearly Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796083859619142342</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11362059.post-111050794617138310</id><published>2005-03-10T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T18:25:46.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is my first post. :o)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband talked me into starting one. I was never really a thoughts on paper type of person, but I figured I would try. Little does he know that I am not going to post some dorky picture of myself like he did. Well I did have something to complain about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a consumer product survey in the mail and if you fill it out then they will send you coupons and other stuff. Well I am a sucker so I actually open it, usually if it is junk mail (millions of credit card applications) then I just tear it up and toss it. A lot of times junk mail didn't make it that far and toss in the dumpster next to my mail box. Okay I take it out and read it and see what info they are wanting. Right off they seem to want pretty detail information, like what type of plastic wrap I use. Personally, I had never really decided; I also bought what was the cheapest (Walmart brand). Then towards the end of the page it wants to know who in my family(house hold) diet and the reason. I think I will save my response for Oprah! I open up to the center fold and can't believe what I am reading. They want to know... If I have hair loss, diabetes, &lt;strong&gt;Bladder leakage &lt;/strong&gt;(I don't know if I had that if I would tell anyone let a lone a survey), types of charitable cause I give to, ect. Okay, at this point I am feel violated just reading it, and the only person that is going to know that I use something for hair loss is my husband (only because he lives with me). Then it goes from dumb stuff invasive to extreme. They want to know...Occupation, household finances, vehicle ownership, what month I renew my car insurance policy, and who and what type of cigarettes I use. WoW!!! I am a substitute teacher and I don't tell the students I work around what vehicle I drive, why would I tell just anyone. I am offended they have a gaul to ask, but you know someone is dumb enough to respond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11362059-111050794617138310?l=ruconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/111050794617138310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11362059&amp;postID=111050794617138310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11362059/posts/default/111050794617138310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11362059/posts/default/111050794617138310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruconfused.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-1st-post.html' title='My 1st Post!!'/><author><name>Clearly Confused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796083859619142342</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
