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<title><![CDATA[Unexpected phone call...]]></title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 04:17:18 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Sasha</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[So, I start school in a couple of days and I&#8217;ve yet to find another job. On a brighter note, ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So, I start school in a couple of days and I've yet to find another job. On a brighter note, I got a suprising phone call a couple of days ago from Robin, one of my good friends from job corps. I hadn't talked to her in a long time and I found out why. She left job corps a couple of months ago and until a couple days ago she had lost my phone number. But she said that she found it when she finally unpacked the rest of her stuff from when she left job corps. She only lives about 20 or 30 miles from me, which I knew but she said she's tired of living with her mom but that she's just like me and can't really afford to move out. She asked me if I wanted to save money up and rent an apartment with her because it would be easier for both of us if we only had to spilt the bills. Plus she wants to go to the college her in Ponca but she can't afford to drive back and forth everyday. I told that it sounded like a good idea, because ever since I had my miscarrige my mom treats me different. I'm not sure why she just does. It's weird but everything has been changing more over the last couple of weeks then it did the entire year i was at job corps. Me and Caity were best friends when I left job corps back in March but every since I told her mom about what she had been planning she just kind of stopped acting like me and her are best friends. I knew when I told her mom that she was gonna be mad for a little bit but I thought she would get over it eventually. I guess she still might it just changed things I guess. Jeremy finally got a girlfriend and lost his major crush on Caity, not saying this change is bad, actually it's a good thing because I've been working on getting him to lose it for months. Hardly ever even talk to Danielle and Cowboy, it's probably because they're so busy with work and everything. Me and Robin are better friends now then we were at job corps. I mean when she first got there we were really good friends, then she dated Chris and it changed everything, because it got me to thinking, what kind of a friend would date your ex-boyfriend and not even tell you. She promised me she would never date any of my ex's and it just kinda hurt to have her break a promise to me. It actually hurt more then the fact that I wasn't exactly over Chris at the time that she dated him. What's wierd is now that both of us are soo over him. He's the one inside joke me and her have that none of our other friends would ever understand. Me and her are the only two girl's at job corps who understand because in order to understand it you would have to have dated Chris P. It's wierd that the one thing that almost cost us our friendship is the one thing we laugh about the most now. Anyways, that's the update for now.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[need a quick fix...]]></title>
<link>http://ourmemorylane.wordpress.com/?p=718</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 06:49:31 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>gina</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[for a bad mood? You know the kind you wake up in for no apparent reason whatsoever. I&#8217;m sure n]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>for a bad mood? You know the kind you wake up in for no apparent reason whatsoever. I'm sure no one could picture me in a bad mood (no comments please), but it happened the other day. I learned a lot from this particular day. Namely, simple is as simple does.</p>
<p>I decided to *take the day off* (whatever that means for a work-at-home mother) and put the kids in charge. Yup, that's right; they had to fix their own lunch, clean up their mess, and whatever else I could think of that I didn't want to do. I even got some pictures.</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://ourmemorylane.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/002.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-721" src="http://ourmemorylane.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/002.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">See the glob...</p>
<p><a href="http://themess"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-719" src="http://ourmemorylane.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/006.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">and the plop of the glob.</p>
<p><a href="http://ourmemorylane.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/011.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-731" src="http://ourmemorylane.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/011.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">The spread of the rest...</p>
<p><a href="http://ourmemorylane.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/012.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-723" src="http://ourmemorylane.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/012.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">and the knife lickin' taste test.</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://ourmemorylane.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/008.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-720 aligncenter" src="http://ourmemorylane.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/008.jpg?w=225" alt="the soup" width="225" height="300" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">The pour...</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">(hey, that clutter? I had the day off remember? Okay, it's like that all the time. :-P)</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://ourmemorylane.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/005.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-724" src="http://ourmemorylane.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/005.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">the stir...</p>
<p style="text-align:center;">(does my 25 year old GE wide range qualify as an antique?)</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://ourmemorylane.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/009.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-725" src="http://ourmemorylane.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/009.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">and the whisk.</p>
<p><a href="http://ourmemorylane.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/0101.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-730" src="http://ourmemorylane.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/0101.jpg?w=225" alt="" width="225" height="300" /></a></p>
<p>And this poor little thing was about as grumpy as me but she actually had valid reasons. She had three shots the day before and a fever spike of 103° at 2:30 AM that morning :-( How pitiful is that? Of course, she's much better now.</p>
<p>Did you notice they were fixing lunch and all still in their pajamas! Frankly, the kids LOVED it and we had so much fun the black cloud disappeared. Now I know this isn't a novel idea, but I've been caught up running here and there and doing this and that, I had forgotten how much fun we've had doing this in the past. The moral of the story you ask? Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of life.</p>
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