<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2394209098817736416</id><updated>2009-02-21T03:09:54.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The H Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheenys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2394209098817736416/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheenys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036956713365683222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2394209098817736416.post-359496372155212683</id><published>2008-04-24T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T13:33:00.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Spring Time and Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love it! It's my favorite time of year, next to summer of course.  And we have found a great flower place in our new town that has the most fantastic perennials! I mean they are lush, green, colorful.  And guess what? they are two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frickan&lt;/span&gt; dollars and forty-nine cents for a 6 pack! I couldn't believe it! So tonight we are going after dinner (Thursday's=Taco night!!) and getting our supply before the weekend comes and the hordes of happy gardeners come and scoop up all the stash! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So this weekend I will be little miss gardener, filling up my hanging baskets and window boxes. yippee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On another note I think we have found C his first neighborhood friend.  He lives on our street and is only a couple months older than C.  Right now C plays with 2 other kids, one about a year younger and one much older.  I am not really fond of the older kid, only because C is still young and impressionable.  So this new friend is great, and his parents seem cool.  Stay tuned to see if this new friendship works out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2394209098817736416-359496372155212683?l=theheenys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheenys.blogspot.com/feeds/359496372155212683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2394209098817736416&amp;postID=359496372155212683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2394209098817736416/posts/default/359496372155212683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2394209098817736416/posts/default/359496372155212683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheenys.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-time-and-stuff.html' title='Spring Time and Stuff'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036956713365683222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12673238051890260572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2394209098817736416.post-4234650031053742360</id><published>2008-04-23T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:28:19.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gap Outlet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>A little Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;...really what woman doesn't? Well I know a few, but I think they have severe mental problems! So I sent my husband an email yesterday with the sob story of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"I have no clothes (lie)...all the shirts I have are ripped (lie)....have pit stains (truth, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; for another blog)...don't fit (semi-lie)...can I go get some new stuff (we have depleted our cash supply on new windows the past couple weeks)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So he says "sure"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Great!!!! I heart shopping, maybe more than I heart cigarettes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I get home, sit through a delicious dinner or grilled salmon, all the while thinking of that glorious moment that I walk through the doors of the Gap Outlet and shirts and pants and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Capri's&lt;/span&gt; and skirts gather round me and start dancing that beautiful shopping dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And then it stops, my husband tell me he's tired, he doesn't want to go, maybe I can take Collin and get him some new flip flops while I am there....music starts again...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, cause my weird 4 year old son has been shopping with me since he was only a week old. He gets excited to shop, loves it, and the idea of new flip flops makes it even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dinner done, husband is cleaning up, Collin and mom hop in the car. My heart is racing, I am so excited. On the way we talk of flip flops, swim trunks and volcano's. We get in to the mall and head straight for the Gap outlet!!! Walk through the doors and nothing...no dancing shirts, pants, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Capri's&lt;/span&gt;...NOTHING. Unless you were like a size 4 with no boobs, which my friends, sadly to say I haven't been a size 4 in about 10 years and I have never had no boobs (I think I was born a C-cup frankly!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, not a big deal. I can handle this. So off to another store...Old Navy. I can always find something there! Again, nothing. Ugly and nothing. I am sorry, but I am casual girl. I want to wear khaki &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;capris&lt;/span&gt;, pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;capris&lt;/span&gt;, green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;capris&lt;/span&gt;, all pastel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;capris&lt;/span&gt;...and Polo shirts, in all colors(well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mostly&lt;/span&gt; black and white because of the pit stain factor). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; me. I am not leopard, lion, zebra, whatever animal print. At least I found 2 of the cutest pairs of flip flops for my flip flop loving son! And I must mention that he has been very good through this whole letdown shopping extravaganza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, not a problem, on to American Eagle. I know they have polo's in ever color, ya for like 30 bucks a piece! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;. Go to the sales rack, find the cutest shirt with tiny baby blue and white flowers, I love, I have to have it. In the meantime, Collin is sitting on the couch in there: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Mom, these girls are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt; me" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Collin, just sit, mommy's almost done" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"But mom, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt; hungry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Well I told you to eat dinner, now sit and watch the scary music videos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"But mom, I'm getting kinda boring"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Play with your flip flops"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And as I was about to go to the register with the fantastic cute shirt, a girl comes up to me and says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Oh I have that shirt, it's really cute on" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Duh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why I'm buying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"But it runs really big"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; are you talking about the is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;AE&lt;/span&gt;, land of the tiny tiny clothes, this is a larger size so it should fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, I try it on, look pregnant, grab Collin and home we go, with nothing but a couple pairs of flip flops and a very depressed mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Until next time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2394209098817736416-4234650031053742360?l=theheenys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheenys.blogspot.com/feeds/4234650031053742360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2394209098817736416&amp;postID=4234650031053742360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2394209098817736416/posts/default/4234650031053742360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2394209098817736416/posts/default/4234650031053742360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheenys.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-shopping.html' title='A little Shopping'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036956713365683222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12673238051890260572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2394209098817736416.post-6874902446144940295</id><published>2008-04-22T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:58:33.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; one more thing...so it is 4:57 I would like to go home to my family, but no I now have to wait till newbie finishes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-stapling things because he can't be left alone in the office and everyone just left! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2394209098817736416-6874902446144940295?l=theheenys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheenys.blogspot.com/feeds/6874902446144940295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2394209098817736416&amp;postID=6874902446144940295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2394209098817736416/posts/default/6874902446144940295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2394209098817736416/posts/default/6874902446144940295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheenys.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok-one-more-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036956713365683222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12673238051890260572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2394209098817736416.post-656995272914677789</id><published>2008-04-22T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:37:12.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Introducing.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just me, but I thought it would be cool to do that.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;...I thought this blog thing would be a great way to vent about everyday life,,I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of vents.  Plus I really want to get my funny back.  I used to be really funny, I even thought I was funny.  I have somehow lost my funny and I really want it back.  Having a child, he is now funny, and me, not so funny anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I seriously need a new job.  I have been sitting in this same chair for 9 years! Well it will be 9 years in September, but it really feels like half my life.  It is so mundane...day after day of the same crap.  Don't get me wrong, I have co workers that I like, and some that actually think we are friends (oh I know!), but I just can't do this job anymore.  I am putting it down, right here, right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;----***After I get knocked up (I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;referring&lt;/span&gt; to it as that)by my husband for a second time, I will not come back after maternity leave***-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There you have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And know I have the annoying new kid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;glaring&lt;/span&gt; over my shoulder, um hello, I have been here 9 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frickan&lt;/span&gt; years, you=2 weeks, step off my work mat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2394209098817736416-656995272914677789?l=theheenys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheenys.blogspot.com/feeds/656995272914677789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2394209098817736416&amp;postID=656995272914677789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2394209098817736416/posts/default/656995272914677789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2394209098817736416/posts/default/656995272914677789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheenys.blogspot.com/2008/04/introducing.html' title='Introducing.......'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036956713365683222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12673238051890260572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>