<?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-10133787</id><updated>2012-01-10T20:16:32.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boobs, Injuries and Dr Pepper</title><subtitle type='html'>I Am A Muppet</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mcknob.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10133787/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mcknob.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08450912516874228817</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10133787.post-2548189262257173637</id><published>2011-08-23T19:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T19:09:32.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Day Is It?</title><content type='html'>I've been working long, long hours and with the start of the school year, helping Devon move into his dorm (dorm schmorm. A dorm should be bare, ugly floors, funny smells, it's either too hot or too cold, you can hear your next door neighbor fart and unidentifiable rodents. His is a hotel room, literally) I haven't even checked my email in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, I was trying to get Harmony to hurry up so I could get out the door. "Put these feathers in my hair, first!" she squealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had picked up some crafting feathers from a friend of hers. I was not pleased. "Which one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are five...six...seven feathers, Harmony. You don't want all of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, no you-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I do! I do! I do! I want all of them! All!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than argue with her for twenty minutes, I braided each feather into her hair and then shooed her into the bathroom. "Go take a look and hurry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back around the corner with a disgusted look on her face. She looked like a porcupine. "I don't like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right on, now get in the car, we're going to school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, she didn't even mention the feathers this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.text-link-ads.com/xml_blogger.php?inventory_key=3ZUG1HW0YKSPOCV844FA&amp;feed=1&amp;r=2&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10133787-2548189262257173637?l=www.mcknob.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mcknob.com/feeds/2548189262257173637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10133787&amp;postID=2548189262257173637' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10133787/posts/default/2548189262257173637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10133787/posts/default/2548189262257173637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mcknob.com/2011/08/what-day-is-it.html' title='What Day Is It?'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08450912516874228817</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10133787.post-3231234901159922592</id><published>2011-07-23T20:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T20:38:17.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Get You Covered.  Even Though I'm Sure You'll Sue Us.</title><content type='html'>Last week a local new station did a piece on a company that has been taking peoples insurance checks (ostensibly to replace their roof) doled out after the recent rash of storms and then disappearing with the money.  Hundreds of people got scammed, a good portion of them elderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met one such gentleman last week and this got me thinking:  What can we do to help out?  I now work for an installation company so I approached my boss and told him what I had in mind.  He is a terrific guy with a great, big heart and he gave me the go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the news director for the channel that had done the piece and pitched it to him:  Basically, we donate labor and materials and do one free roof a month for the next five months to victims of this scam.  Those winners would be determined by a drawing or whatever is fair.  The news directors response to me?  "So, let me get this straight.  All of these people, all these victims who have damaged roofs and no money to fix them and you want to do one a month?  For, what, five months?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless.  "Um, yes sir.  Each job averages about ten thousand dollars so you're looking at us giving away fifty grand. We just need a vehicle for the promotion of it and that's where you come in.  I'll be happy to do a mock up, write the press release and all of that so you don't incur any cost except the ad spot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;.  Shoot it over to me and I'll take a look at it but I'm not promising anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did giving an inch become expecting a mile?  JUST FIVE ROOFS, YOU CADS?!  HOW DARE YOU GIVE ONLY FIVE ROOFS AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug and a time machine.  I don't understand this world I'm in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.text-link-ads.com/xml_blogger.php?inventory_key=3ZUG1HW0YKSPOCV844FA&amp;feed=1&amp;r=2&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10133787-3231234901159922592?l=www.mcknob.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mcknob.com/feeds/3231234901159922592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10133787&amp;postID=3231234901159922592' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10133787/posts/default/3231234901159922592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10133787/posts/default/3231234901159922592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mcknob.com/2011/07/well-get-you-covered-even-though-im.html' title='We&apos;ll Get You Covered.  Even Though I&apos;m Sure You&apos;ll Sue Us.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08450912516874228817</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>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10133787.post-4435022786020905085</id><published>2011-07-10T21:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T21:42:56.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caylee Anthony Law</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the widget is way to big for the sidebar and I don't give a shit.  I want that sucker as visible as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go sign this petition, please.  It isn't about what this woman did or didn't do to her daughter, only God knows and will be the judge of that.  But to not report your child missing is...heinous.  My four year old wouldn't be missing for more than five minutes without me screaming down the police, national guard, ninjas, bloodhounds and that guy that lives in remote areas and eats bugs and shit to live.  He seems like he could find anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What astounds me is that there are people AGAINST THIS.  How can you be against a law that would basically put you in jail if you don't report your child missing?  Am I crazy or does that seem like it would be something childless people would rally for?  (and I'm not pointing fingers at people who have no children, there are millions who are just as appalled and hurt by what happened to this little girl).  But I just can't imagine a parent not agreeing with the petition to change this.  It never should have happened this way and it's not fair to Caylee to just let this go as if it were an oversight or a one time mistake.  Bullshit.  It wasn't a mistake, it was negligence.  Plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a child, it's your responsibility to protect them and nurture them.  If you can't do that, give them to someone who can and will.  You had the baby and the fucking stork didn't bring it so kiss my ass with the whole "Can't take it anymore, must rid myself of my children" crap.  I'm so tired of people killing their kids (and I'm not saying she did) because they can't handle it anymore.  DROP THEM OFF AT A POLICE STATION OR A HOSPITAL.  No child should be murdered, but my God, no child's last moments should be the image of the person they trust and love most in the world ending their life prematurely for no other reason than you're cramping their style or ruining their dating life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how many times I've thought about getting in my car and driving away.  But I don't do it.  I understand that this is the most difficult and frustrating job in the world, but they didn't ask to be here.  I get angry, upset and yes, sometimes I wonder, just for a moment, what my life would be like if I hadn't had children.  And then Harmony comes in the room for no other reason then to tell me she loves me before going back to play and I feel like crap.  But everyone has thoughts.  Never once have I ever envisioned hurting my children.  And if you do, that's okay AS LONG AS YOU SEEK HELP BEFORE YOU ACT UPON IT.  Otherwise, you're a coward.  And your children got the shit end of the stick for ending up with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.text-link-ads.com/xml_blogger.php?inventory_key=3ZUG1HW0YKSPOCV844FA&amp;feed=1&amp;r=2&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10133787-4435022786020905085?l=www.mcknob.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mcknob.com/feeds/4435022786020905085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10133787&amp;postID=4435022786020905085' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10133787/posts/default/4435022786020905085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10133787/posts/default/4435022786020905085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mcknob.com/2011/07/caylee-anthony-law.html' title='Caylee Anthony Law'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08450912516874228817</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>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10133787.post-2409187977084849476</id><published>2011-07-10T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T01:24:03.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And  Then I Changed My Mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.text-link-ads.com/xml_blogger.php?inventory_key=3ZUG1HW0YKSPOCV844FA&amp;feed=1&amp;r=2&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10133787-2409187977084849476?l=www.mcknob.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mcknob.com/feeds/2409187977084849476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10133787&amp;postID=2409187977084849476' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10133787/posts/default/2409187977084849476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10133787/posts/default/2409187977084849476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mcknob.com/2011/07/and-then-i-changed-my-mind.html' title='And  Then I Changed My Mind.'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08450912516874228817</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>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10133787.post-3241351825325428501</id><published>2011-03-24T13:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T13:55:25.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In My Heart Today</title><content type='html'>Thank you so much to everyone who lifted me up and supported me through some really confusing stuff.  Thank you so much to those who donated for the various causes or sent me a handmade Christmas card or a homemade candle.  I cherish every single thing and I am so fortunate to have "known" all of you even if only through this medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not giving glory to God here.  I'm proud of some of the things I've written but a lot of the stuff here brings me shame and I don't want that to be part of my path now.  I'm going a different direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still be writing, somewhere.  Somewhere I can start fresh and share my walk with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but love for all of you.  And when you feel like it's not there, please remember how much  you have done for me and my family.  We love you for all you've shared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all those who caused me such pain?  I love you and I pray for you because I know all of that was borne of your own pain.  I pray for peace for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be kind to one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 2px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#800000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;ay The Lord bless you and keep you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="padding-left: 2px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#800000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;ay  the Lord make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ay  the Lord lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://www.text-link-ads.com/xml_blogger.php?inventory_key=3ZUG1HW0YKSPOCV844FA&amp;feed=1&amp;r=2&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10133787-3241351825325428501?l=www.mcknob.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10133787/posts/default/3241351825325428501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10133787/posts/default/3241351825325428501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mcknob.com/2011/03/whats-in-my-heart-today.html' title='What&apos;s In My Heart Today'/><author><name>Crystal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08450912516874228817</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>
