<?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-6282864</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:03:57.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out in the Woods</title><subtitle type='html'>pictures and ramblings...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282864.post-114928107321957741</id><published>2006-06-02T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T16:44:33.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk This Way...</title><summary type='text'>I already had a Blogger account so whenever I sign on under my name it leads you here...so for knitting go to Wooly Eyes and for my regular blog go to Out In the WoodsSee you there!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114928107321957741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=114928107321957741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/114928107321957741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/114928107321957741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/walk-this-way.html' title='Walk This Way...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-110337567331198073</id><published>2004-12-18T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T22:08:46.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on...</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to switch to Typepad, that's the decision of the day. I think I'll be more comfortable with sharing my pictures, and I've set up a separate email address for blogging, a little more privacy I think. But first I have to get showered, wake up the girls, pack (I always say I'll do it the night before, but no) and then when my honey gets back from checking houses, we'll go upstate. Over the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110337567331198073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110337567331198073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110337567331198073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110337567331198073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/moving-on.html' title='Moving on...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-110332434115174539</id><published>2004-12-17T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T17:59:01.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He sees you when you're sleeping...</title><summary type='text'>I was raised Jewish, and therefore have no history or emotional scarring re Santa Claus.  The Big Girl seems ok with the large red man, and I do remember having to remind her that her behavior was being judged.  Last night the Small One kept coming into our room (yes, we are back in heated water bed heaven - my neck was literally out of joint having to sleep on a normal mattress, but yesterday's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110332434115174539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110332434115174539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110332434115174539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110332434115174539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/he-sees-you-when-youre-sleeping.html' title='He sees you when you&apos;re sleeping...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282864.post-110332382251936147</id><published>2004-12-17T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T17:50:22.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wish I could sleep like this...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110332382251936147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110332382251936147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110332382251936147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110332382251936147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/wish-i-could-sleep-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282864.post-110332375212111918</id><published>2004-12-17T17:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T17:53:24.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof</title><summary type='text'>Small OneI can't believe I was ever this cute or that my parents adored me like we adore this one.  (We adore the big one too, don't get me wrong, but there's just something about a 3 year old!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110332375212111918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110332375212111918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110332375212111918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110332375212111918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/proof.html' title='Proof'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-110332378980978437</id><published>2004-12-17T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T17:49:49.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Small &amp; Silly &amp; covered with marker</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110332378980978437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110332378980978437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110332378980978437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110332378980978437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/small-silly-covered-with-marker.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-110315785332152532</id><published>2004-12-15T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T19:46:38.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is like my house...</title><summary type='text'>Mimi Smartypants is just too funny - you have got to check her out!http://smartypants.diaryland.comSo I was telling her that I was watching Oprah today, I am not often home at 4 to watch it, so it's a little treat! She had a woman on who said to describe the room in your house that you wouldn't want anyone to see. Use a few words to describe how it makes you feel. You know, unorganized, messy,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110315785332152532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110315785332152532' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110315785332152532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110315785332152532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is-like-my-house.html' title='This is like my house...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-110314959655544186</id><published>2004-12-15T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T17:26:36.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BE</title><summary type='text'>Hey, I did check out BE again, haven't been for 4 days and the second site I went to, Bam, 10 mystery credits, that's the most I've ever gotten!  Maybe it missed me. We got a new heater for the water bed.  It's empty now.  So sad.  And so uncomfortable sleeping on the non aqua surface. And is there snow in the forecast?  Sunday afternoon.  I love snow!  And I love taking pictures in the snow!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110314959655544186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110314959655544186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110314959655544186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110314959655544186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/be.html' title='BE'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282864.post-110314563031801017</id><published>2004-12-15T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T22:10:47.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not My Fault...</title><summary type='text'>Hmmm, couldn't think of a title today! I've really been enjoying Michele's blog game - site of the day - http://micheleagnew.com/ . I've found some interesting sites, I still crawl around Blog Explosion, but I find that if I like a site, I'll like the links they have listed. Then I add them to my favorites. I haven't updated my favorites on my blog though. It's not smooth and easy! I tried the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110314563031801017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110314563031801017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110314563031801017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110314563031801017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-not-my-fault.html' title='It&apos;s Not My Fault...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-110286250020293894</id><published>2004-12-12T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T09:41:40.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Just Want to Have Fun...</title><summary type='text'>Well, two weeks late but we had the Big Girls 11th birthday party last night.  My honey was a big help with cleaning up and occupying the Little Girl.  7 girls were invited but thankfully only 3 were able to come.  This time of year is tough, and some of the girls do not get along.   And 2 of the girls were so hyper last night.  I am so glad that my 11 year old still plays with dolls and isn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110286250020293894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110286250020293894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110286250020293894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110286250020293894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/girls-just-want-to-have-fun.html' title='Girls Just Want to Have Fun...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282864.post-110277477380110114</id><published>2004-12-11T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:09:56.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About the Weather....</title><summary type='text'>What a wonderful song about depression. I remember listening to the 10,000 Maniacs after my separation from the Evil One. But there is another side - you just have to get past it.Dave came home last night from hanging with his friends. I thought someone had died or something, he was so upset. But he was "just" freaking out. Told me over and over about how much he loves us (I wish he hadn't let </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110277477380110114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110277477380110114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110277477380110114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110277477380110114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/about-weather.html' title='About the Weather....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-110272844192947332</id><published>2004-12-10T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T20:27:21.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows Photo Story 3</title><summary type='text'>For Christmas &amp; Chanukah presents this year I want to take the Photo Story files I've created, using pictures of the girls from throughout the year with a music background (so far the usual songs - These are Days, Beautiful Day, Over the Rainbow - and not so usual - Delaney, This Town) If you have any musical suggestions - Please, please tell me!I've made a couple of different photo stories, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110272844192947332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110272844192947332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110272844192947332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110272844192947332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/windows-photo-story-3.html' title='Windows Photo Story 3'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282864.post-110272258038772982</id><published>2004-12-10T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T18:59:11.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit Calmer</title><summary type='text'>What a difference a day makes.  Or should I say, a night's sleep!  Boy, do I feel better.  Things will work out I guess.One of the things I've not really written regards my adoption and my "search" for my birthmother. I hired a private investigator this past summer (part of my ever increasing debt!) to find her. I had found out some details about my birth in my 20's and hit a few dead ends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110272258038772982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110272258038772982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110272258038772982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110272258038772982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/little-bit-calmer.html' title='A Little Bit Calmer'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-110264827254792842</id><published>2004-12-09T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:13:22.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Bed!!!</title><summary type='text'>My honey &amp; I are among the last people on earth who sleep on a waterbed. Well the other day I noticed that it wasn't it's usual warm comfy place. No, it was cold. A cold, cold bed. Right through your body cold. We had bought a new heater when I was pregnant with the little one, about 4 years ago. I ordered a new one and it probably won't be here til next Monday. (Goes against forementioned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110264827254792842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110264827254792842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110264827254792842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110264827254792842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/cold-bed.html' title='Cold Bed!!!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-110264713860072720</id><published>2004-12-09T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T22:12:21.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we moving to the poor house and becoming hobos?</title><summary type='text'>I have always wanted to sell our old house. But by stretching (beyond all limits) ourselves and our checkbook, we built our new house without selling our old house. Ouch. My husband has no idea. All he sees is that I spend money. Months go by and it comes out, we're in debt. We juggle accounts, refinance, and borrow more, and what happens, we're in debt again. Big time. Now our tenants (whose </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110264713860072720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110264713860072720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110264713860072720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110264713860072720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/are-we-moving-to-poor-house-and.html' title='Are we moving to the poor house and becoming hobos?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282864.post-110242621416153485</id><published>2004-12-07T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T08:34:26.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Blues</title><summary type='text'>My husband (who I love a lot) gets really depressed every winter. It wouldn't be so bad if he were on his medication! I'm going to mix the stuff up in his food I think. He used to take Effexor and didn't think it was working well, went back to the doctor, who said he should take more. Well, sometime this summer, he ran out (somehow it has become MY JOB to order prescriptions, do the wash, </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.thezeroboss.com/archives/003548.html' title='Winter Blues'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110242621416153485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110242621416153485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110242621416153485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110242621416153485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/winter-blues.html' title='Winter Blues'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-110213392873042178</id><published>2004-12-03T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T23:18:48.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NY Times Notable Books of the Year </title><summary type='text'>I love to check this out every year - gives me some clue about what book to read or listen to next.http://www.nytimes.com/2004/12/05/books/review/1205books-notable.html?8bu</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110213392873042178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110213392873042178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110213392873042178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110213392873042178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/ny-times-notable-books-of-year.html' title='NY Times Notable Books of the Year '/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282864.post-110213225171224870</id><published>2004-12-03T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T22:50:51.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last winter...the ice will be here soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110213225171224870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110213225171224870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110213225171224870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110213225171224870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/last-winter.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-110213190839219462</id><published>2004-12-03T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T22:45:08.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They're 7 1/2 years apart and still she plays with her little sister.  Wahoo!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110213190839219462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110213190839219462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110213190839219462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110213190839219462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/theyre-7-12-years-apart-and-still-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-110213183983062711</id><published>2004-12-03T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T22:43:59.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's why they call it stuffing...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110213183983062711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110213183983062711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110213183983062711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110213183983062711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/thats-why-they-call-it-stuffing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282864.post-110208248984866749</id><published>2004-12-03T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T09:01:29.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN's Spaces</title><summary type='text'>I checked out their new blogging system after I checked out Jeremy's tour at http://www.ensight.org/archives/2004/12/02/video-msn-spaces-demo-by-me   Of course when I went back to look at it, I couldn't get back to the site, but maybe he'll be up and running again.  There are good and bad parts, he really goes into it.  Can't add html, but it's really pretty easy to set up and I do like the photo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110208248984866749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110208248984866749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110208248984866749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110208248984866749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/msns-spaces.html' title='MSN&apos;s Spaces'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-110177899823893941</id><published>2004-11-29T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:23:07.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over scheduled but calm...</title><summary type='text'>Thanksgiving is over, sometimes it's just too complicated. Where will we all meet? Mom's in the city, my sister is upstate, my brother in Connecticut, and we're out here. Out in the woods. We ended up going to my brother's on Wednesday and had a nice time. My sister and her family didn't come, they're too busy and stressed right now (working on a house, their son (who has Aspberger's) is a huge </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110177899823893941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110177899823893941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110177899823893941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110177899823893941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/over-scheduled-but-calm.html' title='Over scheduled but calm...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-110121752749298056</id><published>2004-11-23T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:24:45.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>our painting rocksThese are some of the leftovers of our summer rock painting. I had bought a bunch of paints and the girls collected some rocks (not hard to do - we live in a rocky place!) and we spent a lot of our time painting rocks. Unfortunately the paint didn't wash off Little One's clothes. In order to have the paint stay on the rocks it also has to stay on the girls, the deck, the table</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110121752749298056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110121752749298056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110121752749298056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110121752749298056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/our-painting-rocks-these-are-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282864.post-110096023596069485</id><published>2004-11-20T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:19:12.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother</title><summary type='text'>One of the articles I had read in Brain, Child was about a mother, daughter relationship. My relationship is nothing like theirs, but aren't all mother/daughter relationships unique? I was adopted at birth and have a brother and a sister, not adopted. My parents divorced after I went to college and my father died a few years later. My mother is just odd. I sometimes feel like I should love her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110096023596069485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110096023596069485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110096023596069485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110096023596069485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-mother.html' title='My Mother'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282864.post-110095960591054596</id><published>2004-11-20T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T09:06:45.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Reading</title><summary type='text'>I got an advertisement in the mail a couple of weeks ago for this magazine Brain, Child.  http://www.brainchildmag.com/I read a few of the articles online and ended up subscribing, but they do have a bunch of things to read without subscribing.  Check it out. Back to my little picture book.  After doing a bit of research and talking to some people, they say that publishing houses don't even </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.brainchildmag.com/' title='Good Reading'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110095960591054596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110095960591054596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110095960591054596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110095960591054596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/good-reading.html' title='Good Reading'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282864.post-110078625229147707</id><published>2004-11-18T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:26:17.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Explosion!</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to try out this Blog Explosion thing. I went over and saw some interesting sites, I read where someone mentioned that you can choose certain topics soon to surf, I'm really not so interested in sports.I'm bagging my NaNoWriMo project. I just suck! I already spend too much time on the computer. I need to spend more time talking to my husband. Last night I just about freaked out at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110078625229147707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110078625229147707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110078625229147707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110078625229147707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-explosion.html' title='Blog Explosion!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-110074999528837119</id><published>2004-11-17T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T22:57:00.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love them dearly but the short one refuses to go to sleep. I should be honored that she wants to spend more time with me but I am tired. I am fed up. I want to go to sleep myself.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110074999528837119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110074999528837119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110074999528837119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110074999528837119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-love-them-dearly-but-short-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282864.post-110022813826595228</id><published>2004-11-11T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:20:36.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stop Reading!</title><summary type='text'>I started out with only a few blogs that I read, but now I've started reading a lot more as well as checking out A LOT of photo blogs. I have my new photoblog! Already I'm on a few people's favorite lists. Quite (what's the word?) reassuring, smile-making? I can't find words! I also have a family only blog and my NaNoWriMo blog. No I have not added to it! But I have so many ideas! Oh well. I got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110022813826595228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110022813826595228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110022813826595228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110022813826595228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/cant-stop-reading.html' title='Can&apos;t Stop Reading!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-110000664233353189</id><published>2004-11-09T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:21:39.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold !</title><summary type='text'>I can't find enough hours in the day. I WILL WRITE TODAY! I am trying to do NaNoWriMo and have not found the time. We got our camera back and can't wait to start taking pictures again! I set up a photoblog (like I don't have anything else to do!) http://dkmharry.my-expressions.com/harrygirl.html I had mixed feelings. I find that you can click on other peoples pictures and just copy them. But I'm </summary><link rel='related' href='http://dkmharry.my-expressions.com/harrygirl.html' title='Cold !'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110000664233353189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=110000664233353189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110000664233353189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/110000664233353189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/cold.html' title='Cold !'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-109983823750080534</id><published>2004-11-07T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T09:57:19.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NaNoBlogMo Day 7</title><summary type='text'>I ordered Chris Baty's book "No Plot? No Problem!" from the library and I guess there was only one copy in the county, but I got it. Sorry Chris, this is part of my scaling down that I don't buy every book I want to read. The new library computer system lets me go right into the local library or the county catolog and see if the book is there, and then order it using my library card number. Very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109983823750080534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=109983823750080534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/109983823750080534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/109983823750080534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/nanoblogmo-day-7.html' title='NaNoBlogMo Day 7'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-109975218312930267</id><published>2004-11-06T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T09:46:35.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>102 Things About Me</title><summary type='text'>102 Things About Me1. I was born in New York.2. I still live in New York.3. I had a happy childhood.4. I am having a pretty happy adulthood.5. I was married once before.6. He left me for a 15 year old.7. Really.8. I met my husband 14 years ago and thought I had nothing in common with him.9. I adore my husband.10. I married my husband 11 years ago.11. I had my first daughter 10 ½ years</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109975218312930267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=109975218312930267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/109975218312930267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/109975218312930267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/102-things-about-me.html' title='102 Things About Me'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-109974773861404847</id><published>2004-11-06T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T08:28:58.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nefertiti or The Bride of Frankenstein? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109974773861404847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=109974773861404847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/109974773861404847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/109974773861404847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/nefertiti-or-bride-of-frankenstein.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-109974747996614362</id><published>2004-11-06T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:34:45.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big One is working on her report for Social Studies. She has to do a project and a report. Well, we (I mean Big One, I know, it's her report) decided on a reproduction of the statue of Nefertiti in the Berlin Museum. (You see how much I've learned!) Our first attempt last Sunday (on Halloween) failed miserably. In fact, she looked very much like the bride of Frankenstein. Picture to follow. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109974747996614362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=109974747996614362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/109974747996614362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/109974747996614362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/big-one-is-working-on-her-report-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-109960253545286789</id><published>2004-11-04T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:36:25.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't believe that this country elected Bush. I am sickened by this. D &amp; I stayed up watching the results til 2 AM, of course he voted for Bush. It's hard to get past that conservative upbringing I guess. Ch came over the other day and told me that he had finally convinced C, his wife, that Kerry was an asshole. I feel that most men are assholes so I can't argue that, but how can people not see</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109960253545286789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=109960253545286789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/109960253545286789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/109960253545286789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-cant-believe-that-this-country.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-109862384111174093</id><published>2004-10-24T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:31:26.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It’s early Sunday morning and everyone is sleeping. Peace. I’m multitasking as usual. I'm recording the Little Bear Movie for Little One on DVD. We bought a DVD recorder (I was waiting for the prices to drop – it was about $250 at Amazon). It’s great but a bit confusing to use. Forget about D being able to record something. I’m sure the Big One will have it down in no time. After I bought it I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109862384111174093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=109862384111174093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/109862384111174093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/109862384111174093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-early-sunday-morning-and-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-109667414864118090</id><published>2004-10-01T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T18:24:04.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh I am beat today. I worked for an hour, took a yoga class for an hour and a half and then back to work. Then I wet to pick up the big girl from school and ended up leaving her with a friend for a sleepover. Yeah only one child tonight! It always feels like a holiday but I really do miss her. Then I did my houses. I met two of the customers, that always takes too long. Starting a new customer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109667414864118090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=109667414864118090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/109667414864118090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/109667414864118090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-i-am-beat-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-109666843716653925</id><published>2004-10-01T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T18:07:17.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>girls in nyc dressed up as twins </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109666843716653925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=109666843716653925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/109666843716653925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/109666843716653925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/10/girls-in-nyc-dressed-up-as-twins.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-109625365541180249</id><published>2004-09-27T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T22:54:15.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back.I keep hearing about these political blogs - what a pair of losers they've offered up to us again.  Mr. No Brain and Mr. No Personality. Yuck.What a summer.   My house is so cluttered and my life is so cluttered.  I owe money to all of my credit cards but what the hell.  I keep thinking and reading about writing but don't sit down and write.  I keep thinking and reading about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109625365541180249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=109625365541180249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/109625365541180249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/109625365541180249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-107740226331317276</id><published>2004-02-21T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T17:27:07.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like I said - I can never get to the computer.  So I bought myself a notebook and hooked up a wireless network.  My husband has a housewatching business.  So I got him a PDA that syncs with my notebook.  Everytime he touches a computer or anything like the tv or tivo box (don't you just love tivo?) it breaks or freezes.  He gets so frustrated.  I just want to leave the house when he goes near a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/107740226331317276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6282864&amp;postID=107740226331317276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/107740226331317276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/107740226331317276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/02/like-i-said-i-can-never-get-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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-6282864.post-107382632247019149</id><published>2004-01-11T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:28:13.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been checking out other blogs and a lot of them seem like you're spying on peoples lives. I guess they wouldn't write stuff if they minded. But you're hidden here and can say anything I guess. I don't know that I want quite that much info on being a London call girl. Some people are so funny though. And some are such posers. I don't have time for that anymore. For so long I didn't have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/107382632247019149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/107382632247019149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/01/ive-been-checking-out-other-blogs-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282864.post-107322885464246454</id><published>2004-01-04T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T18:28:52.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is me - I am in my early 40's, living with my husband, and 2 daughters, 10 and 2 1/2. My 10 year old thinks I'm the best/worst person she's ever met. I'm glad not to be going through puberty again. Oh no, what if menopause is even worse? Thank goodness for pharmaceuticals. My baby, not a baby any longer, is cute and a handful. The funniest person I've ever met. My husband, the second </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/107322885464246454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282864/posts/default/107322885464246454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/01/this-is-me-i-am-in-my-early-40s-living.html' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04047680456041700975</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></entry></feed>
