<?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-30973893</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:15:44.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 7's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30973893/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>question girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868195247818542052</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30973893.post-115748930446556977</id><published>2006-09-05T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:43:01.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 things that make me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1) the hug of a child&lt;br /&gt;2) unexpected phone calls&lt;br /&gt;3) KRAFT mac &amp; cheese&lt;br /&gt;4) warm rain storms in the evening&lt;br /&gt;5) a good book&lt;br /&gt;6) being woken up by that special someone in that SPECIAL way ; }&lt;br /&gt;7) my pup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30973893-115748930446556977?l=whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com/feeds/115748930446556977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30973893&amp;postID=115748930446556977&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30973893/posts/default/115748930446556977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30973893/posts/default/115748930446556977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com/2006/09/7-things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='7 things that make me happy'/><author><name>question girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868195247818542052</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-30973893.post-115507987181897558</id><published>2006-08-08T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:43:01.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>food</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;7 things I “cook” best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) chocolate chip cookies &lt;br /&gt;2) pasta sauce &lt;br /&gt;3) one pot meals &lt;br /&gt;4) thanksgiving – the ENTIRE MEAL…. For 12&lt;br /&gt;5) jello&lt;br /&gt;6) pizza – 555-1234: “hi, i’d like to order……”&lt;br /&gt;7) reservations – “hello, i’d like to make a reservation for. ….”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30973893-115507987181897558?l=whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com/feeds/115507987181897558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30973893&amp;postID=115507987181897558&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30973893/posts/default/115507987181897558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30973893/posts/default/115507987181897558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com/2006/08/food.html' title='food'/><author><name>question girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868195247818542052</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30973893.post-115361656109526464</id><published>2006-07-22T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:43:01.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 7 worst lines ever said to me by a guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;1) your eyes are so dark,  your head must be full of shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was a 19, i was 14, i was a virgin – and no, it didn’t work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2) you’re not the kind of girl guys want to date, but the kind they want to marry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first who said this proceeded to realize he was gay – talk about messing with a girls head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second guy who said this, was engaged to his next girlfriend 6 months later &amp; married 6 after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3) i love you like i love my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss of death…. or very very sick – he is really close to his sister…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4) you are the type of girl to take home to mom &amp; dad – just not my mom and dad… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i happened to be holding a large knife (i was chopping veggi’s in the kitchen when this was said) and i turned w/ said knife in hand (and NO -  i didn’t point it at him, it was pointing up towards the ceiling)  and asked “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he replied “my mom is a devout italian catholic woman – she would disown me if i married a jew even though I love you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don’t know how i had the ability to slowly  and silently place the knife down, turn and walk past him, pack up every item i had there and walk out without performing any form of bodily harm to him, breaking or throwing anything, or slamming the door behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may be the quietest exit i have ever made in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5) we could make beautiful babies….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to which i replied as i looked down and saw the indent on his ring finger from his just removed wedding band: “it would be a shame though, since they would be more beautiful than the one’s you and your wife surely already have.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6) you know how much i love you… i do with all my heart – it’s just, that… well, i’m not IN love with you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, there was a bit of GOOD news on this one – i knew i wasn’t IN love w/ him either, but still…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after almost 3 years w/ the one i thought WAS mr. right…..as he informed me he was going to be moving across the country in 2 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7) you are gonna’ find a guy who deserves you – i don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30973893-115361656109526464?l=whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com/feeds/115361656109526464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30973893&amp;postID=115361656109526464&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30973893/posts/default/115361656109526464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30973893/posts/default/115361656109526464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com/2006/07/7-worst-lines-ever-said-to-me-by-guy.html' title='the 7 worst lines ever said to me by a guy'/><author><name>question girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868195247818542052</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30973893.post-115262923943193274</id><published>2006-07-11T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:43:01.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 things I learned from my dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1) never date a man with 2 first names&lt;br /&gt;2) know how to drive a stick shift&lt;br /&gt;3) know how to make one good breakfast, lunch, and dinner&lt;br /&gt;4) how to smoke a cigar&lt;br /&gt;5) how to drink after dinner aperitifs&lt;br /&gt;6) how to throw a left hook&lt;br /&gt;7) to attempt to never compare a man to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30973893-115262923943193274?l=whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com/feeds/115262923943193274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30973893&amp;postID=115262923943193274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30973893/posts/default/115262923943193274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30973893/posts/default/115262923943193274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com/2006/07/7-things-i-learned-from-my-dad.html' title='7 things I learned from my dad'/><author><name>question girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868195247818542052</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-30973893.post-115262912062371398</id><published>2006-07-11T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:43:01.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" 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Become a wife.&lt;br /&gt;2. Become a mother.&lt;br /&gt;3. Embrace my own sense of self.&lt;br /&gt;4. Travel to my ancestors homelands.&lt;br /&gt;5. Meet one famous person who has done something positive for this world.&lt;br /&gt;6. Spoil my hopefully future grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;7. Tell my hopefully future husband "I love you" on our 50th anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30973893-115262912062371398?l=whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com/feeds/115262912062371398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30973893&amp;postID=115262912062371398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30973893/posts/default/115262912062371398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30973893/posts/default/115262912062371398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com/2006/07/7-things-i-want-to-do-before-i-die.html' title='7 THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE'/><author><name>question girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868195247818542052</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-30973893.post-115262904846746599</id><published>2006-07-11T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:43:01.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 THINGS I CAN'T DO (yet?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;1. Fly a plane&lt;br /&gt;2. Make money from my photography&lt;br /&gt;3. Be debt free (got to love grad school loans)&lt;br /&gt;4. Love 100% of myself 100% of the time&lt;br /&gt;5. Give up comfort foods&lt;br /&gt;6. Like Jeagermeister&lt;br /&gt;7. Find a guy worth fighting for - I KNOW he is out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30973893-115262904846746599?l=whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com/feeds/115262904846746599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30973893&amp;postID=115262904846746599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30973893/posts/default/115262904846746599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30973893/posts/default/115262904846746599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com/2006/07/7-things-i-cant-do-yet.html' title='7 THINGS I CAN&apos;T DO (yet?)'/><author><name>question girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868195247818542052</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-30973893.post-115262857772242582</id><published>2006-07-11T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:43:01.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 BOOKS I READ OVER AND OVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All of these books brought me from childhood to who I am now. They are STILL great reads, even tattered and yellowed with age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Little Women&lt;br /&gt;2. Eight Cousins&lt;br /&gt;3. Pollyanna&lt;br /&gt;4. All of A Kind Family (all 3 books)&lt;br /&gt;5. A Little Princess&lt;br /&gt;6. Nancy Drew (the originals - they were my mom's &amp;amp; they are in hard cover)&lt;br /&gt;7. Jo's Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EMERGENCY BONUS UPDATE!!! - a fellow blogger reminded me about another series that I LOVE so this one gets a bonus 8th listing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The entire Anne of Green Gables series&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30973893-115262857772242582?l=whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com/feeds/115262857772242582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30973893&amp;postID=115262857772242582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30973893/posts/default/115262857772242582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30973893/posts/default/115262857772242582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyaskwhyme7s.blogspot.com/2006/07/7-books-i-read-over-and-over.html' title='7 BOOKS I READ OVER AND OVER'/><author><name>question girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16868195247818542052</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
