<?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-1712328954368874429</id><updated>2011-11-19T17:21:33.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood on my Shoes</title><subtitle type='html'>Just the life of a critical care nursing, coffee addicted, sweepstakes-entering, stressed out mom of two!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodonmyshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712328954368874429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodonmyshoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086370285648158907</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712328954368874429.post-2728249072341172458</id><published>2011-01-21T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T08:39:58.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, here I am - making yet another attempt at feebly writing a blog.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'll stick with it this time.&amp;nbsp; There's so many boring details about my life to share with the world..&amp;nbsp; ha!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot has changed in my life...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I no longer have blood on my shoes.... &amp;nbsp; I've moved from critical care nursing full-time to part-time and am now working as a sort-of make-do weekend nurse manager.&amp;nbsp; It's fun, but incredibly stressful.&amp;nbsp; I pass the time and relieve stress by daydreaming about vacations in tropical places and doing mindless internet-babble like entering twitter sweepstakes and browsing for recipes I'll drool over but never cook.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an annoying, yappy miniature weenie-dog and an equally annoying and yappy husband.&amp;nbsp; We are the proud parents of two underachieving sons who I will be proud if they grow up to be anything other than career criminals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a non-descript house in a non-descript small Southern town.&amp;nbsp; I'm 33 years young; some days I feel 15, some days I feel 45.&amp;nbsp; Today is one of those 45-year-old days.&amp;nbsp; Being a grown-up with responsibilities, bills, housework and aching joints is no fun...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of the joys of being a healthcare worker - yearly TB tests.&amp;nbsp; I'm off to that bastion of hell, the health department, to get mine read.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for reading, if you did...&amp;nbsp; maybe my future posts will be less nonsense and more "meat."&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712328954368874429-2728249072341172458?l=bloodonmyshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodonmyshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2728249072341172458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloodonmyshoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/well-here-i-am-making-yet-another.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712328954368874429/posts/default/2728249072341172458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712328954368874429/posts/default/2728249072341172458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodonmyshoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/well-here-i-am-making-yet-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086370285648158907</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-1712328954368874429.post-970245813560910913</id><published>2009-08-29T16:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T16:22:17.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Daze</title><content type='html'>I remember being excited about dresses by Grandmother loving sewed and smocked for me to wear.  "Home sewn" for my sons means from the local Old Navy or Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember carrying my Shirt Tales backpack and Holly Hobbie lunchbox proudly.&lt;br /&gt;These days, my kids have to have BPA-free, environmentally friendly, uber-expensive lunch totes - and their backpacks are so big and heavy that they wouldn't be allowed as airline baggage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever happened to Trapper Keepers?  I remember being outraged that they were "outlawed" by the school when I was in about 4th grade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember doing math on a slide rule and an abacus?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, me neither - but we did take typing on actual typewriters and knew little of fancy schmancy graphing calculators, high powered computers, and the internet back then .  (That was probably a good thing as I think I got into a lot of trouble on the internet in college!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever remember having such lengthy school supply lists as a child as my children do now - but that is probably just because I was a kid and wasn't stressed about the length of the supply list and the amount of dent it is going to place in the parents' pocketbook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712328954368874429-970245813560910913?l=bloodonmyshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodonmyshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/970245813560910913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloodonmyshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-daze.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712328954368874429/posts/default/970245813560910913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712328954368874429/posts/default/970245813560910913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodonmyshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-daze.html' title='School Daze'/><author><name>Marianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086370285648158907</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>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
