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	<title>Comments on: My Apologies, I&#8217;m Whining</title>
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		<title>By: Rebecca</title>
		<link>http://theredneckmommy.com/2008/06/09/my-apologies-2/comment-page-2/#comment-12523</link>
		<dc:creator>Rebecca</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 14:51:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was up all night with my dog (soul mate)-- a 165 lb St. Bernard.  After developing ridiculous hot spots (leaking pus and ooze) I went to the basement and got &#039;The Cone&#039; to put around his neck prohibiting him from biting at his sores until we could get him to the vet the next morning.  
I was up all night.
Husband and other dog snored.  St. Bernard panted and panted and crashed into walls as &quot;The Cone&quot; is the size of a large overstuffed beanbag and prohibits him from fitting through a doorway.  After whining to my husband to shut the hell up and stop snoring, I gave up and tried to sleep on the couch.  My dog just stared at me, scared to move in &quot;The Cone&quot;  and panting and drooling.  After a total of 2 hours and 10 minutes of sleep I climbed off the couch and rushed to get ready so as to be the first person (and dog) at the vet.  In my rush I didn&#039;t see the giant puddle of drool my panting dog left on the kitchen tile.  I ran through it.  My legs flew behind me and remained parallel to my ass as I bell-flopped to the hard floor landing in said giant puddle of drool on my hip, elbow and face.  I began to moan.  My husband was there in a flash as he thought, &quot;the refrigerator had fallen over.&quot;  Apparently I need to lose weight too, as I sound like the damn fridge.  
Brusied, cut up, burned and aching like I haven&#039;t before, I have made it through two days since the fall.  My dog is doing better.  I still can&#039;t lay down and my right side throbs.  I am constantly reminded that I am getting to be an old refrigerator.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was up all night with my dog (soul mate)&#8211; a 165 lb St. Bernard.  After developing ridiculous hot spots (leaking pus and ooze) I went to the basement and got &#8216;The Cone&#8217; to put around his neck prohibiting him from biting at his sores until we could get him to the vet the next morning.<br />
I was up all night.<br />
Husband and other dog snored.  St. Bernard panted and panted and crashed into walls as &#8220;The Cone&#8221; is the size of a large overstuffed beanbag and prohibits him from fitting through a doorway.  After whining to my husband to shut the hell up and stop snoring, I gave up and tried to sleep on the couch.  My dog just stared at me, scared to move in &#8220;The Cone&#8221;  and panting and drooling.  After a total of 2 hours and 10 minutes of sleep I climbed off the couch and rushed to get ready so as to be the first person (and dog) at the vet.  In my rush I didn&#8217;t see the giant puddle of drool my panting dog left on the kitchen tile.  I ran through it.  My legs flew behind me and remained parallel to my ass as I bell-flopped to the hard floor landing in said giant puddle of drool on my hip, elbow and face.  I began to moan.  My husband was there in a flash as he thought, &#8220;the refrigerator had fallen over.&#8221;  Apparently I need to lose weight too, as I sound like the damn fridge.<br />
Brusied, cut up, burned and aching like I haven&#8217;t before, I have made it through two days since the fall.  My dog is doing better.  I still can&#8217;t lay down and my right side throbs.  I am constantly reminded that I am getting to be an old refrigerator.</p>
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		<title>By: slouching mom</title>
		<link>http://theredneckmommy.com/2008/06/09/my-apologies-2/comment-page-2/#comment-12522</link>
		<dc:creator>slouching mom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 03:51:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>hope you&#039;re feeling better by now, t.

as it happens, i did just post a picture of myself -- clothed -- today.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>hope you&#8217;re feeling better by now, t.</p>
<p>as it happens, i did just post a picture of myself &#8212; clothed &#8212; today.</p>
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		<title>By: moosh in indy.</title>
		<link>http://theredneckmommy.com/2008/06/09/my-apologies-2/comment-page-2/#comment-12521</link>
		<dc:creator>moosh in indy.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 02:29:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have to sleep with you for three whole days. I have to fly out on a plane to SanFran all by myself and leave my kid at home. I have to go to a conference with a bunch of other women who write about their lives on the internet. WAH WAH WAH.
The ticket has been bought I AM ON MY FRIGGIN WAY. No way out. Bummer.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have to sleep with you for three whole days. I have to fly out on a plane to SanFran all by myself and leave my kid at home. I have to go to a conference with a bunch of other women who write about their lives on the internet. WAH WAH WAH.<br />
The ticket has been bought I AM ON MY FRIGGIN WAY. No way out. Bummer.</p>
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		<title>By: Katrina</title>
		<link>http://theredneckmommy.com/2008/06/09/my-apologies-2/comment-page-2/#comment-12520</link>
		<dc:creator>Katrina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 23:46:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am with ya.... I have a head cold turned chest cold and I am blowing my nose and coughing up crap every few minutes. 
Hope you feel better soon!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am with ya&#8230;. I have a head cold turned chest cold and I am blowing my nose and coughing up crap every few minutes.<br />
Hope you feel better soon!</p>
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		<title>By: SleepyNita</title>
		<link>http://theredneckmommy.com/2008/06/09/my-apologies-2/comment-page-1/#comment-12519</link>
		<dc:creator>SleepyNita</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 23:29:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Pfftffffttt. 

3 weeks ago when we cam back from Las Vegas I got the flu and a double infection in my ears and throat. Not so fun, but to top it off I was 12 weeks pregnant and not keeping anything down so I was put on bed-rest for 3 days and could not take any of the antibiotics - so I am still getting over the ear and throat part of the problem.

Being on bed rest with a 2 year old and an equally sick husband is. not. possible. Ever. Dumb. Idea. From. the. Hot. Doctor. 

Tonight I go work a 13 hour night shift at the hospital. Fun times hey? 

What high school/jr. high did you go to in the city did you go to? There seriously can not be that many Tanis&#039;s out there could there...???</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Pfftffffttt. </p>
<p>3 weeks ago when we cam back from Las Vegas I got the flu and a double infection in my ears and throat. Not so fun, but to top it off I was 12 weeks pregnant and not keeping anything down so I was put on bed-rest for 3 days and could not take any of the antibiotics &#8211; so I am still getting over the ear and throat part of the problem.</p>
<p>Being on bed rest with a 2 year old and an equally sick husband is. not. possible. Ever. Dumb. Idea. From. the. Hot. Doctor. </p>
<p>Tonight I go work a 13 hour night shift at the hospital. Fun times hey? </p>
<p>What high school/jr. high did you go to in the city did you go to? There seriously can not be that many Tanis&#8217;s out there could there&#8230;???</p>
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