<?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-5665611</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:37:50.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Witch</title><subtitle type='html'>Meandering musings of a manic witch</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1014</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-6488400888719304028</id><published>2008-11-26T20:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:27:38.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am outta here!</title><summary type='text'>After much bitching, I've decided to move over to wordpress.org   I don't care much for their blah templates, and I haven't figured out how to put up my flickr feed on it yet, but the blogrolling shit was the final straw.  New templates just don't seem to work here anymore-maybe because they switched it to NewBlogger?  I'm not sure.  I won't trash this one entirely, but wordpress seems to work a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6488400888719304028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6488400888719304028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-outta-here.html' title='I am outta here!'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-1830132098813108919</id><published>2008-11-21T21:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:39:50.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a failure....</title><summary type='text'>as a 1930's housewife.   I scored slightly higher than she did, but 3 points isn't saying much.14As a 1930s wife, I amVery Poor (Failure)Take the test!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1830132098813108919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1830132098813108919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-such-failure.html' title='I&apos;m such a failure....'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-1541565077118188330</id><published>2008-11-19T07:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:19:38.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadly, I can understand this.</title><summary type='text'>These idiots spent more on the paperwork to put a lien on the house than $0.01.  Many moons ago, I worked at a bank and had overdraft protection on my account.  I had to tap into it and I thought it was all paid back.  When I quit I was sent a statement for $0.02.  I called someone there and they said not to worry about it-they would clear that stupid balance.  I got 2 more statements and finally</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1541565077118188330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1541565077118188330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/sadly-i-can-understand-this.html' title='Sadly, I can understand this.'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-5552382481002184654</id><published>2008-11-18T07:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:10:05.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another reason why I'm Pagan</title><summary type='text'>No soup communion for you!A SC catholic church is advising Obama supporters to refrain from receiving communion. WTF? All because he is pro-choice. Never mind the fact that he wants to withdraw our troops from Iraq as soon as possible. I guess it's ok to kill adults, but not unintended pregnancies. I am pro-choice. Outlawing abortions means only outlaws will have abortions. I am fortunate to not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5552382481002184654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5552382481002184654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-reason-why-im-pagan.html' title='Another reason why I&apos;m Pagan'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-3929302275424041598</id><published>2008-11-16T09:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:32:03.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ROAD TRIP!!</title><summary type='text'>Agatha is getting to that age-she's getting ready for college.  *sob*  My baby is growing up-much too fast.  We went for a trip the past few days to Big Assed University to check it out.  She's never seen a college campus and for some reason decided she wants to go to this one.  Unfortunately, it's out of state, which means out of state tuition, which is nearly triple what in-state tuition would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3929302275424041598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3929302275424041598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/road-trip.html' title='ROAD TRIP!!'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-7319616962210433294</id><published>2008-11-12T06:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:31:17.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell?</title><summary type='text'>Actual phone call at work:Patient:  My phone is about to be shut off and the phone company told me that if the doctor tells them it is critical that I have phone service, they will give me another 30 day extension.Me:  I don't see a valid reason in your chart.  Unfortunately, unless you have a life-threatening condition, we can't do anything.Patient:  What about my breating problems?  (She does </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7319616962210433294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7319616962210433294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-hell.html' title='What the hell?'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-8164519623263723530</id><published>2008-11-09T09:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T09:57:02.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogrolling sucks</title><summary type='text'>Anybody know of another "blogroll" thing I can use?  Blogrolling has been on the fritz for a while now and was pretty eratic in the past.  Since I'm not using the cookie-cutter blogger template, I don't know if I can just plug that one in.  I liked the fact that blogrolling used to show when blogs updated, but that was hit or miss too.  And I won't go back to using GoogleReader.  I like actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8164519623263723530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8164519623263723530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/blogrolling-sucks.html' title='Blogrolling sucks'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-6080611386782406670</id><published>2008-11-05T06:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:53:35.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change!</title><summary type='text'>I exercised my right to bitch vote.  Sorry, but even though I am pleased with the results, there will ALWAYS be things to bitch about and I am a firm believer in "If you don't vote, you don't have the right to complain."  What bugs me is that no matter how I voted, it wouldn't have mattered much.  Not because of the electoral college bullshit, but because of the blue state/red state thing.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6080611386782406670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6080611386782406670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/change.html' title='Change!'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-7993239156036534065</id><published>2008-11-02T09:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T09:14:05.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy knitty pics</title><summary type='text'>I uploaded the pics of the Bears Illusion Scarf.  It actually helped seeing pics so I can see where I need to fix the chart.  Head on over to my Flickr on my sidebar and see what you think.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7993239156036534065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7993239156036534065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/lazy-knitty-pics.html' title='Lazy knitty pics'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-6629280567988522896</id><published>2008-11-01T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:37:19.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel betrayed</title><summary type='text'>You almost came between me and the hardest working friends I've ever had, Swiffer.  Your promises of getting what brooms leave behind are false.  Your orders to throw away mops and buckets brought on doubt and remorse.  You can only get the final dust that the broom just can't seem to sweep up no matter how hard she tries, and she does try hard.  You are only useful for quick spot cleans, your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6629280567988522896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6629280567988522896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-betrayed.html' title='I feel betrayed'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-8796779110532043504</id><published>2008-10-29T06:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T06:46:40.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><summary type='text'>Things have gotten better at work.  The pettiness, bitching and back-stabbing seems to have halted-for now. S. "no-showed" on a day when the office was closed, so it wasn't too much of a problem, but she did tell everyone that she planned on coming in that day, so in my book it's a "no-show."  W. doesn't just "no show", but she calls in "sick" on a regular basis.  The last time she did it though,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8796779110532043504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8796779110532043504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-4367208922403050703</id><published>2008-10-20T06:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T06:54:00.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working in the dark</title><summary type='text'>I very rarely have situation dreams.  You know, the ones that are about conflict or stress in your life.  Ok, here goes:I'm at work and W. is off-as usual (she requests lots of days off for bullshit reasons, but whatever) and S. no-shows.  The office is really dark-not even any light from the huge windows we have.  I try to turn on the light switch but it keeps turning itself off.  The waiting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/4367208922403050703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/4367208922403050703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/working-in-dark.html' title='Working in the dark'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-7982064898945213887</id><published>2008-10-16T06:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T06:53:08.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychic Vampires</title><summary type='text'>I am calling out to all my Witchy friends out there.  I need some ideas on how to ward off toxic energies at work.  Shakira has been downright aggressive lately.  I walk into work yesterday and she launches in to me about not making her reminder calls for yesterdays patients on Monday when the office was closed and I was there covering phones.  Then I hear her making todays calls yesterday and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7982064898945213887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7982064898945213887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/psychic-vampires.html' title='Psychic Vampires'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-337001337890568804</id><published>2008-10-14T21:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:54:10.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got Bette Davis Eyes</title><summary type='text'>Swiped from SpiritWitch...(And not only is that pic scary, but the result is too.  I can't believe how accurate this one is).Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn?  Or Someone Else?  Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...You Are a Bette!         You are a Bette -- "I must be strong"Bettes are direct, self-reliant, self-confident, and protective. How to Get Along with Me * Stand up for yourself..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/337001337890568804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/337001337890568804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-got-bette-davis-eyes.html' title='I&apos;ve got Bette Davis Eyes'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-8919880286884238050</id><published>2008-10-09T06:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:35:15.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've gotten this one before-must be pretty accurate</title><summary type='text'>Poached from LanaYou are The Wheel of FortuneGood fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of intoxication with successThe Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.What Tarot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8919880286884238050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8919880286884238050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-gotten-this-one-before-must-be.html' title='I&apos;ve gotten this one before-must be pretty accurate'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-417090250007475181</id><published>2008-10-08T06:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T06:23:06.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak much, say little</title><summary type='text'>I admit it, I don't watch much of the debats at all.  The non-answers just bug the hell out of me.  The few minutes I saw last night reminded me of a M*A*S*H episode where Hawkeye and Trapper crashed a press conference.  Hawkeye asked a question and the general gave a bullshit non-answer.  When asked if anyone else had a question Trapper stood up and said "I have a question.  Why don't you answer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/417090250007475181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/417090250007475181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/speak-much-say-little.html' title='Speak much, say little'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-8182618996702484332</id><published>2008-10-05T15:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:45:52.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging for bux</title><summary type='text'>Anyone making a few dollars on their blog out there?  I'm wondering if it's worth cluttering up my sidebar for the sake of pennies.  If it's a few dollars (or more, of course) then I would seriously consider it.  I see lots of BlogHer ads on blogs.  Anyone with one?  Or other ads?  Worth it?  I don't know much about google adsense, but for some reason I don't want to do that one.  I don't know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8182618996702484332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8182618996702484332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/blogging-for-bux.html' title='Blogging for bux'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-9070588195882332412</id><published>2008-10-04T08:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T08:19:01.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women make me sick</title><summary type='text'>This whole support women at all costs thing makes me sick.  Women voters who supported Hillary and now have switched over to McCain just because of Palin are neither Democrats or Republicans.  They are estrogens.  Sadly all this does is show that women are lemmings and will blindly follow anyone with boobs and a cooter.  I weep for our future.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/9070588195882332412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/9070588195882332412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/women-make-me-sick.html' title='Women make me sick'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-6777429133013069027</id><published>2008-10-04T07:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:56:37.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine addicts, UNITE!</title><summary type='text'>Geeky turned me on to another fab blog and bonus-she is a caffeine junkie and even better-she is running a great contest.  Head on over to Scary Mommy and help the poor lass support her habit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6777429133013069027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6777429133013069027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/caffeine-addicts-unite.html' title='Caffeine addicts, UNITE!'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-8591397354503454892</id><published>2008-10-03T06:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T06:31:19.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do women wear flowered panties?</title><summary type='text'>....Wait for it...To honor all the faces that were buried there.Bah dum bum</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8591397354503454892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8591397354503454892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-do-women-wear-flowered-panties.html' title='Why do women wear flowered panties?'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-272728284906554337</id><published>2008-09-29T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:07:45.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock n Roll High School</title><summary type='text'>Things are gearing up for my upcoming 25 year *ugh* high school reunion. I am keeping in tradition of not going. I don't get why people get all hot and bothered over spending hundreds of dollars to see people you knew for 4 years a quarter century *UGH* ago. BUT-my sister Demeter was over and we were going over my yearbook reminiscing and I am almost tempted.  Problem is that I didn't want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/272728284906554337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/272728284906554337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/rock-n-roll-high-school.html' title='Rock n Roll High School'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-4839568374711728995</id><published>2008-09-21T08:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T09:27:30.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Money could buy dreams...</title><summary type='text'>Didn't know how to title that, so I guess I just leave it that way.Didjaever play the "if we would win the lottery" game?  I know some people imagine buying a huge fancy house, several fancy cars and many fancy vacations.  Us?  I guess we are simpler than that.  We have an opportunity to buy a huge 6 bedroom 3 bath house but are nowhere near able to do it financially.  If we could have, it would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/4839568374711728995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/4839568374711728995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/money-could-buy-dreams.html' title='Money could buy dreams...'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-8203237517235312893</id><published>2008-09-18T21:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:36:10.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd they go?</title><summary type='text'>What happened to "I talk 2 much"?  I haven't been there in a while and was in the mood for some serious snarkage.  I picked up a few reads for my blogroll from there and they were always good for a laugh.  Maybe at someone else's expense, but those people (including me) asked for a review and we KNOW that site isn't for the faint of heart.Anyone?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8203237517235312893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8203237517235312893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/where.html' title='Where&apos;d they go?'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-3373169495373349079</id><published>2008-09-15T06:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T07:00:37.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch, bitch, bitch</title><summary type='text'>I think I'm going to have to give a negative Yahoo review on that fitness center Hubs and I joined back in April.  Several times over the past few months there have been problems with the machines.  The resistance band is shakey, there has been a HUGE wrinkle in the carpet near the machines, the "personal trainer" has a rather embelished bio and the owner is too busy with her "real" job as a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3373169495373349079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3373169495373349079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/bitch-bitch-bitch.html' title='Bitch, bitch, bitch'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-610706185637249446</id><published>2008-09-14T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:32:41.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This, that, and the other thing</title><summary type='text'>I know I've been quiet here lately.  It's not just because of losing our furbaby, but we've been so busy here that I haven't had time.  We are healing, but it is going to take time.  The next day we went grocery shopping and after we put all the food away decided to make hot dogs for dinner.  Hubs saw there were five in the pack and thought-"Two for me, two for her and one for....."  During last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/610706185637249446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/610706185637249446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-that-and-other-thing.html' title='This, that, and the other thing'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-7464163431267992495</id><published>2008-09-06T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:15:12.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Friend</title><summary type='text'>I think I can do this-post about what happened yesterday. We hated the clock from the minute we woke up to get the girls ready for school. We kept thinking "he only has 5 hours left to live" then 4, then 3....I had to turn the clock in the bathroom over so I couldn't see it counting down the minutes. We tried so hard not to cry in front of him-he is was such a worrier and we didn't want his last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7464163431267992495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7464163431267992495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodbye-friend.html' title='Goodbye Friend'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/2832584861_e20be760e7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-1173284081225926346</id><published>2008-09-03T07:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:14:30.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not easy going green</title><summary type='text'>I've made a tiny effort to go green.  I do recycle, I try to buy products that use the least amount of packaging, I reuse the water bottles when I have to break down and actually pay for water, we replaced all our incandescent light bulbs with CFLs, turn off lights in empty rooms, keep our thermostat at the limit of our tolerability (ok, that is to save a few bucks too), and I am using "green </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1173284081225926346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1173284081225926346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-not-easy-going-green.html' title='It&apos;s not easy going green'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-582110596116263589</id><published>2008-08-30T08:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T08:41:34.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Lights</title><summary type='text'>Endora is on the color guard team at her high school,  (OMG!  SHE'S IN HIGH SCHOOL!) so that means we get to see the Friday Night Lights.  Zzzzz.  I loves my Bears, but could never get into college football, and certainly not high school.  I guess I don't mind the first half, but after her half-time show, I'm ready to go.  She has to stick around until the end of the game, then has to change </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/582110596116263589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/582110596116263589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-night-lights.html' title='Friday Night Lights'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-7253322650329125527</id><published>2008-08-28T18:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:27:50.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't know if I was going to post this or not...</title><summary type='text'>Hubs and I have made the very difficult and painful decision to put our dog down.  Masse is 18 years old, nearly deaf and is finding it harder and harder to climb the stairs on the deck.  That is his only way in and out for potty and when the deck is slick, he falls. He is beginning to lose control of his bowels. He is finding it more difficult to lie down and get up.  We are so worried that he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7253322650329125527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7253322650329125527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-didnt-know-if-i-was-going-to-post.html' title='I didn&apos;t know if I was going to post this or not...'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-2496060188097988053</id><published>2008-08-26T06:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T06:47:08.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I spent a lot of time on my knees this weekend and Hubs is exhausted</title><summary type='text'>We put in a new kitchen floor you pervs.  (Pics later).  Our old floor was by our guestimation about 20 years old and it was chippiing up and squares were breaking apart.  So now we have a nice, beautiful new floor.Mom is doing much better.  When we went to visit her, the physical therapist came in for her session.  Mom hopped out of bed and ran down the hall.  The therapist literally had to trot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/2496060188097988053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/2496060188097988053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-spent-lot-of-time-on-my-knees-this.html' title='I spent a lot of time on my knees this weekend and Hubs is exhausted'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-3778071294405962085</id><published>2008-08-18T06:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:01:10.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You say its your birthdaaaaayyy!</title><summary type='text'>Today is my bestest friend's birthday!  Everyone head over to Her Royal Magesty, Queen of the Universe and wish her a wonderful, happy birthday.  Love ya Toots.  *mwah*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3778071294405962085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3778071294405962085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-say-its-your-birthdaaaaayyy.html' title='You say its your birthdaaaaayyy!'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-7499569634955464482</id><published>2008-08-16T07:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T08:26:24.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Role reversal</title><summary type='text'>My mom is in the hospital after having both knees replaced.  She wanted to do both at once so she wouldn't have to go through the pain/recovery/rehab thing again.  She's pretty weak and her blood pressure was kind of low yesterday.  (She usually runs high and is on meds for that).  The doctor wanted her back on an IV for fluids to try to bring it back up.  They couldn't find any viable vein in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7499569634955464482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7499569634955464482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/role-reversal.html' title='Role reversal'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-6892877276852542623</id><published>2008-08-13T20:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:08:30.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwwwwwwwwwwwww....</title><summary type='text'>more cat picturesThis too.....more cat picturesThis one is just compelling to stare at, I don't know why....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6892877276852542623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6892877276852542623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/awwwwwwwwwwwwww.html' title='Awwwwwwwwwwwwww....'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-2429021429661102012</id><published>2008-08-12T05:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T05:58:08.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain fart</title><summary type='text'>I know I was all set up to write something important here, but for the life of me I can't remember.1.  I am a horrible person.  I keep forgetting the Olympics is going on.  When I get home from work, the girls are usually watching cartoons and I am just too tired to bother changing channels.  Either that or I watch one of the 50 things I've DVR'd.  (I have Dish Network, so no Tivo, but tomayto, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/2429021429661102012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/2429021429661102012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/brain-fart.html' title='Brain fart'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-1848549764801483487</id><published>2008-08-09T06:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T07:05:00.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pussy blogging and other updates</title><summary type='text'>Vader is now officially an "It". I took him in Wednesday morning and picked him up that evening. It was done by a non-profit group and included his shots for a total of $25. I had to drop him off at a woman's house and her garage was full of cats in cages. She was taking all those cats in to be fixed and wait for adoption. She fosters cats and helps trap feral to take them to local farms. They </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1848549764801483487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1848549764801483487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/pussy-blogging-and-other-updates.html' title='Pussy blogging and other updates'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-7107821028260055777</id><published>2008-08-04T21:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T06:55:48.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew on our wedding day that we would have these kinds of discussions?</title><summary type='text'>Me (on cell phone): Honey?  My car smells like cat pee and my nipples hurt.Back story:Vader has taken to that lovely habit of spraying the house.  We are FINALLY getting around to getting him fixed this week, so I hope that works.  We had Midnight fixed at an early age, so we never had this problem, and Smokey came to us fixed so we never had this problem with him either.  The little fuck peed on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7107821028260055777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7107821028260055777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-knew-on-our-wedding-day-that-we.html' title='Who knew on our wedding day that we would have these kinds of discussions?'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-3198406390076951201</id><published>2008-07-28T16:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:47:45.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, decisions...</title><summary type='text'>Went for my "treat myself extra special nice and get a mani/pedi" today.  I usually have problems with the ladies at the salon Queen and I go to so I tried a different place today.  Actually I was at that end of the Mega-super-duper mall anyway and saw this quiet out of the way place and tried it.  What a difference!  At the usual one, the ladies there treat my poor tootsies like a side of raw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3198406390076951201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3198406390076951201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, decisions...'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-7709433547830448586</id><published>2008-07-20T10:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:18:21.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New outlook, new look</title><summary type='text'>Now that I am finally re-embracing my spirituality, I am going back to more of a Pagan Witchy look here.  I did notice that I was denying to myself who I am.  "I am Pagan Wiccan  I AM A WITCH!  While the first two are also true, when I would say those words it felt like I was trying to soften up who I am to others.  Not anymore.  Should it ever come up in conversation in any way, shape, or form (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7709433547830448586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7709433547830448586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-outlook-new-look.html' title='New outlook, new look'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-5331708708066746352</id><published>2008-07-17T22:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:24:58.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muncha buncha, fritos go with lunch...</title><summary type='text'>I have to confess-I put chips on my sandwiches.  Ok, not the pbj ones, but the lunchmeat ones.  And I know its not a big confession, most people do.  But how do you choose which chips?  If I have a mild meat like turkey or chicken, then I go for something with a little more crunch and flavor like either Fritos (a classic choice) or Doritos (who doesn't love powdered cheese-like product?).  But a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5331708708066746352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5331708708066746352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/muncha-buncha-fritos-go-with-lunch.html' title='Muncha buncha, fritos go with lunch...'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-181029204172153069</id><published>2008-07-15T06:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T06:41:03.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That would just break my heart</title><summary type='text'>All the bullshit with Brett Favre is getting old, yet nerve racking.  I'm really don't understand all the details, but I think the prick either overplayed his hand or he really does think he made a mistake by retiring or this all was just a publicity stunt.  Notice how it comes just as training camp is about to begin?  But I saw on the news this morning a photoshopped pic of him in a Bears </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/181029204172153069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/181029204172153069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/that-would-just-break-my-heart.html' title='That would just break my heart'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-7757005150331691572</id><published>2008-07-12T16:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:51:17.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a firm believer in poetic justice...</title><summary type='text'>How can you NOT laugh at this?  That's just fucked up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7757005150331691572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7757005150331691572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-firm-believer-in-poetic-justice.html' title='I am a firm believer in poetic justice...'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-9066879788228172301</id><published>2008-07-09T08:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:12:38.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I never!</title><summary type='text'>I did something this morning that I've always wanted to do-sit outside enjoying a beautiful summer morning before work.  Of course it would be even nicer if I didn't have to go to work, but having little luxuries like food on the table and a roof over my head is even nicer.  After 2 days of humidity here, we have a gentle breeze and cool sunshine.  I sat out on our deck with a cup of coffee and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/9066879788228172301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/9066879788228172301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-i-never.html' title='Well I never!'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-8752905095280212674</id><published>2008-07-08T19:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:40:37.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag!  I'm it.</title><summary type='text'>Kelly just gave be the best tag I've had in a long time.  (ooohhh BABY)Five things you may or may not know about me.1.  I cannot, CANNOT eat a bowl of ice cream without chocolate syrup.  I don't care if there are SWIRLS upon SWIRLS of chocolate in the ice cream.  If I don't have syrup, I don't want any.2.  I can no longer sit on my left foot.  You know how people tuck one leg under their other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8752905095280212674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8752905095280212674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag!  I&apos;m it.'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-8687104236578495311</id><published>2008-07-08T19:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:46:15.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it...</title><summary type='text'>...in a home improvement store, shit is broken all over the place?  The sliding doors when you walk in squeal like a little girl, the faucets in the bathroom are broken and the paper towel dispenser doesn't work.  I was tempted to go to the different aisles to get what I needed to fix the stuff myself.  THEN I would charge them for labor.  *evil grin*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8687104236578495311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8687104236578495311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-is-it.html' title='Why is it...'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-5999003961934171893</id><published>2008-07-07T06:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:55:54.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not just a race.  It's about race.</title><summary type='text'>I have a question that no one need answer here.  Of those who will vote, how many choose a candidate based on race or gender?  It looked like a lot of women voted for Hillary just because she was a woman.  And I remember when Jesse Jackson Jr. ran and he picked up many votes from the african american community just because of his race.  I also remember people saying that if he were elected then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5999003961934171893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5999003961934171893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-not-just-race-its-about-race.html' title='It&apos;s not just a race.  It&apos;s about race.'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-2632740829693605215</id><published>2008-07-05T08:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:13:08.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't ever become so jaded that ...</title><summary type='text'>...you don't thrill a little at a fireworks display....you don't get a little choked up every time you hear your national anthem....hearing a baby's spontaneous, full-on squeals of delight doesn't warm your heart, even a little...even you childfree by choicers....you don't get little feeling of victory of finding the perfect shoe/purse/dress/underwear....that you don't sometimes consider the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/2632740829693605215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/2632740829693605215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-dont-ever-become-so-jaded-that.html' title='Please don&apos;t ever become so jaded that ...'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-3007118169675999175</id><published>2008-06-27T21:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:57:47.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From "zero" to "oh"</title><summary type='text'>When giving out a telephone number that contains a the "round" digit, what do you say, "oh" or "zero"?  I usually say "zero" because that is a number while "oh" is a letter.  So a telephone number would be said "five five five, one zero two zero", not "one oh two oh".  And what about double zeros?  The best known number in Chicago-one we have ALL learned from early childhood-is the one for Empire</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3007118169675999175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3007118169675999175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/06/from-zero-to-oh.html' title='From &quot;zero&quot; to &quot;oh&quot;'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-2625949799937234772</id><published>2008-06-25T19:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T12:41:14.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You want fries with that?</title><summary type='text'>What is fast food drive thru etiquette?  Do you go when you just want something quick and don't want to deal with parking your car, getting out and waiting for one of the slow-assed teeny boppers to finally quit talking about what a skank Tifani is and finally take your order?  Or is it when you have to order enough food for the entire 5th armored division?  I can see where that would be the way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/2625949799937234772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/2625949799937234772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-want-fries-with-that.html' title='You want fries with that?'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-7432440368972195758</id><published>2008-06-22T09:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:20:07.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Common courtesy is an oxymoron</title><summary type='text'>Some points to think about when you go to the doctors' office:1. When you give us a telephone number, please use one that we can actually reach you. Telling us "Oh, I'm never at home so I never get those messages", "I don't know how to get my voice mail" "My kids/husband/wife must have deleted the message" and "I moved. I guess I forgot to tell you." Listen up people...our reminder calls for your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7432440368972195758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7432440368972195758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/06/common-courtesy-is-oxymoron.html' title='Common courtesy is an oxymoron'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-7472657638391070420</id><published>2008-06-18T07:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T07:52:13.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I need a slang dictionary</title><summary type='text'>How could I not know until recently that the tattoo some girls have on the small of their backs is called a "Tramp Stamp"?Or what a "Cock-block" was?Ok, I found that one in a slang dictionary, but not much else of any use.  Does anyone else have a slang word that they've recently discovered?  Or any favorites?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7472657638391070420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7472657638391070420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-i-need-slang-dictionary.html' title='I think I need a slang dictionary'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-1214646625006870191</id><published>2008-06-15T09:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T09:58:25.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The one where she bitches</title><summary type='text'>1. Is it me, or are TP rolls getting narrower? With all the double rolls, triple rolls, mega rolls, super-monster rolls, the companies need to increase profits somewhere. I noticed the rolls are now narrower than they used to be. This is the kind of stuff I do in the bathroom since we don't read in there.2. Hey bikers! If you want us to respect you and share the road, then you have to give us the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1214646625006870191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1214646625006870191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-where-she-bitches.html' title='The one where she bitches'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-5309421353944295904</id><published>2008-06-10T20:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:51:10.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If the shoe fits....</title><summary type='text'>I'd wear it.  But I can't seem to find white pumps.  Just plain, white pumps.  Or slingbacks-those would be cute too.  Ever since I ditched the scrubs for office wear, I've been wearing cute black boots.  But now that summer has come, its time to trade those in for something a little less stifling.  I found a cute pair of black pumps and have a pair of adorable black mules.  But white seems to be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5309421353944295904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5309421353944295904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-shoe-fits.html' title='If the shoe fits....'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-6371245791856629770</id><published>2008-06-10T20:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:42:47.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff Posing As Meat</title><summary type='text'>SPAM-A-LOT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6371245791856629770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6371245791856629770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/06/stuff-posing-as-meat.html' title='Stuff Posing As Meat'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-4597264989902595529</id><published>2008-06-01T09:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T09:39:51.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Witch-speak</title><summary type='text'>Hubs and I were watching a segment on the news about fathers day gifts and most of them were geared towards metrosexual fathers, something Hubs is not.  I said something about "manly" gifts like chainsaws and hammocks while Hubs said something about hachets.  Me:  I am so taking Endora to The Mother Ship Home Depot with me and getting you a hachet.  "Look honey.  A hachet for daddy.  He'll like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/4597264989902595529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/4597264989902595529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/06/witch-speak.html' title='Witch-speak'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-331205950869833973</id><published>2008-05-31T07:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:47:19.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know its not going to be good-</title><summary type='text'>tree 5 Originally uploaded by Manic Witchwhen a conversation begins "remember that tree in our front yard?"We had a horrendous wind storm yesterday and I came home to this.  Of course it takes out a tree that I love.  Look how it shaded our house.   We have enough problems trying to keep it cool in summer, but now this is going to make it worse.  Why couldn't it attack one or both of the really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/331205950869833973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/331205950869833973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-know-its-not-going-to-be-good.html' title='You know its not going to be good-'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2191/2537894507_53a8c33ef9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-7240385401028071974</id><published>2008-05-31T07:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:18:13.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Due-mo-nay</title><summary type='text'>I didn't even know he was from Chicago.  Rest in peace, Harvey.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7240385401028071974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7240385401028071974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/due-mo-nay.html' title='Due-mo-nay'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-4699561510564048814</id><published>2008-05-29T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T07:00:47.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew I'd find one</title><summary type='text'>Here is a link for the fuzzy record holder I had.  It was blue, but you get the idea.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/4699561510564048814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/4699561510564048814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-knew-id-find-one.html' title='I knew I&apos;d find one'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-8972281551535626635</id><published>2008-05-28T07:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T07:39:17.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out of my head!</title><summary type='text'>Don't you just hate it when you can't get a song out of your head?  I have one on a cd I burned and that was a HUGE mistake.  Every time I hear it, it ends up being stuck in my head for days on end.  And just because I'm a bitch, I'm sharing it with you, complete th cool video and all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8972281551535626635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8972281551535626635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/get-out-of-my-head.html' title='Get out of my head!'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-4715750534345843190</id><published>2008-05-22T06:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T06:44:54.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fit and Fun</title><summary type='text'>Workout progress:7.4 pounds since April 13.  Not as much as I'd like, especially since you tend to lose a bunch in the beginning, then taper off.  I still haven't hit my little milestone of either under the 10pound marker or 10 pound loss, either way.  I did lose 4.5 inches so at least that is something to cheer.  Smoking progress (or lack thereof):138 days smober and $834 saved, just on cigs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/4715750534345843190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/4715750534345843190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/fit-and-fun.html' title='Fit and Fun'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-4637212111945159345</id><published>2008-05-20T20:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:00:14.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life.  Unscripted</title><summary type='text'>Agatha was planning an end of year prank at her school by placing a bunch of crickets in the ceiling of one of her classrooms.  I'm not too ok with that because those things will reproduce at an alarming rate and I can see US getting hit with a huge bill from the exterminator, but her teacher was on board with it, so whatever.  Here is where the fun begins.*call at work*Agatha: Mom?  There's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/4637212111945159345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/4637212111945159345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-life-unscripted.html' title='My life.  Unscripted'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-1847842292677583482</id><published>2008-05-14T06:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T06:55:45.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's harder than you think</title><summary type='text'>...trying to bust a sweat listening to Muskrat Love.  *Shut up*  I ben I'm not the only one with cheesy tunes on my mp3.  Anyone else want to 'fess up?I am now up to level 3 on the treadmill for 20 minutes.  I probably could have gone up to 30, but I didn't allow for that extra time this morning.  I planned for an hour and spent 40 minutes on the weights, so I guess I will just need to reverse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1847842292677583482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1847842292677583482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-harder-than-you-think.html' title='It&apos;s harder than you think'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-6832672304153341284</id><published>2008-05-08T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T07:07:36.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All better.</title><summary type='text'>Thanks for the advice, Kelly.  It totally worked.  :)Actually, I indulged in a little retail therapy.  I got a couple of necklaces that I was eyeballing and The Mists of Avalon on DVD, and The Jungle (required Chicago reading).  I still have to work overtime for now, but taking a little, selfish "me" time really helped re-charge my batteries.  Attending a Beltaine celebration helped too.  I think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6832672304153341284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6832672304153341284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-better.html' title='All better.'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-2025153969201569884</id><published>2008-05-02T07:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T07:13:32.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have this very common illness...</title><summary type='text'>I have a nasty case of the Fuckits.  It's not terminal, but still, not something I like having.  After 9:15 this morning I will be on overtime.  I'm not salary so the pay will be at time and a half which means a bitchin' paycheck.  But I'm feeling a little burnt out this week.  This is George's biggest fear, that I will burn out.  He has mentioned several times that I need to slow down and not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/2025153969201569884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/2025153969201569884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-this-very-common-illness.html' title='I have this very common illness...'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-5153821765616195428</id><published>2008-04-23T06:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T07:06:11.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my birthday and I'll cheer if I want to...</title><summary type='text'>I'm pretty ok with turning 42 this year.  My tests went fairly well yesterday.  I'm down 6 pounds!  Well, duh.  I knew I lost at LEAST that much Monday night.  Now to make sure I keep it off.  So anyway...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!  Feel free to send your gift cards birthday wishes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5153821765616195428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5153821765616195428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-my-birthday-and-ill-cheer-if-i-want.html' title='It&apos;s my birthday and I&apos;ll cheer if I want to...'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-3590760698422332092</id><published>2008-04-21T06:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T06:39:21.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The good, the bad and the ugly</title><summary type='text'>The good:I think I'm down 5 pounds since starting this whole adventure in working-out.  It's hard to tell since the scale at work is so shitty.  We finally bought one for home so I am going to have to go by that.  Maybe I just use THIS weight as my starting weight and go from there.The bad:My uncle died yesterday.  I guess I was close to him.  I probably saw him more than any of my other uncles.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3590760698422332092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3590760698422332092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The good, the bad and the ugly'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-1600503680648595136</id><published>2008-04-19T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T08:42:23.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really-how would you title this post?</title><summary type='text'>Your Slogan Should BeManic, the Other White Meat.The Slogan Generator</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1600503680648595136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1600503680648595136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/04/really-how-would-you-title-this-post.html' title='Really-how would you title this post?'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-5144193619411799448</id><published>2008-04-13T08:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T09:03:13.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A plea to the masses</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I put up a weight widget on the sidebar.    I only gained 6 pounds since quitting, so a BIG YAY for that.  I know people have gained as much as 20, but I think that may be more self inflicted than anything else.  I've since stopped gaining and with the mutual motivation with Hubs, will reverse that trend.Now I need to put up a widet that counts the days of Smobriety.  Today is 99! and $600 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5144193619411799448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5144193619411799448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/04/plea-to-masses.html' title='A plea to the masses'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-1486994716941168006</id><published>2008-04-12T18:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T19:43:46.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubs and I are doing lots of sweating and grunting these days</title><summary type='text'>We joined a fitness center!  It's one of those no frills-no locker room-no showers-but really cheap dues kind of place.  There are a couple near my work, but going before work is out of the question since there aren't any showers, and after work isn't going to happen either.  I need to get home to start dinner, do whatever chores we have and basically get ready for the next day.  This place is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1486994716941168006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1486994716941168006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/04/hubs-and-i-are-doing-lots-of-sweating.html' title='Hubs and I are doing lots of sweating and grunting these days'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-2271329828084902587</id><published>2008-04-07T06:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T06:38:31.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek a boo</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I'm back.  Maybe.  I took a couple of weeks off and shut down my blog.  I am not sure if I want, or even can keep it going.  I really don't want to be one of  those people who say "I'm taking a break, and I don't know when I'll be back" only to post twice a day for a week.  If I shut it down, then I can't post as easily and I can't spend an hour checking on my blogroll.  Not that I don't want</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/2271329828084902587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/2271329828084902587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/04/peek-boo.html' title='Peek a boo'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-8443935883534310312</id><published>2008-04-05T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:26:25.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Yeah!</title><summary type='text'>Created by OnePlusYouAround 40.8% of the pages on your website contain cussing.This is 410% MORE than other websites who took this test.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8443935883534310312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8443935883534310312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/04/hell-yeah.html' title='Hell Yeah!'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-3882837917906991942</id><published>2008-03-23T20:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:35:06.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Presently Pagan ponders previously pious preachings</title><summary type='text'>Hubs and I got into our annual Easter discussion and we need help from any Catholics out there.1. How do you get 3 days from Friday to Sunday? He died on Friday, so that gives you Saturday, Sunday and Monday.2. If he died to save us, what about the people who lived before him? Is the sacrifice retroactive, or are those people just fucked?3. Aren't Christians being hypocritical when they have one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3882837917906991942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3882837917906991942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/03/presently-pagan-ponders-previously.html' title='Presently Pagan ponders previously pious preachings'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-5075146432847523958</id><published>2008-03-13T06:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T06:47:21.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has sprung</title><summary type='text'>I know we can still have snow before the end of April, but I am so tired of winter that I had to ditch my winter template.Until I can find a spring one I like, you get to enjoy this one again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5075146432847523958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5075146432847523958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring has sprung'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-3445251869869501176</id><published>2008-03-11T07:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:08:05.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tee martoonies</title><summary type='text'>Hubs and I have just discovered martinis.  Where have these been all our lives?  We never bothered with them partly because they seemed so "establishment" and pretentious, and partly because we really didn't think we'd like them.  But we are now going to evening functions for work and while everyone else is ordering them "I'll have a beer" or "Jack/Rum and coke please" just doesn't seem to cut it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3445251869869501176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3445251869869501176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/03/tee-martoonies.html' title='Tee martoonies'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-3021584038837678819</id><published>2008-03-09T08:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T09:07:08.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The flu has finally flown</title><summary type='text'>The flu hit the Witch household last week. For good or bad, it was respiratory and not GI related.  6 people, 1 bathroom.  You do the math.  I think I got it the worst since it lasted the longest in me.  I finally feel human, but even yesterday I didn't have the energy to knit. The irony?  I was the only one to get a flu shot this year.  But George told me that this years batch was pretty much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3021584038837678819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3021584038837678819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/03/flu-has-finally-flown.html' title='The flu has finally flown'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-1717316575289851044</id><published>2008-03-02T20:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:10:36.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You are a dancing queen, young and sweet, only 17</title><summary type='text'>Agatha kicked off what we call Birthday Bruhaha otherwise known as March.  She just turned 17 yesterday.  17? SEVENTEEN?!  When did that happen?  I mean, I know when it happened, but 17 years?  Damn.  No wonder I'm feeling old lately.  The rest of our Brat Pack celebrates birthdays this month too.  Percy will be an adult at 18 (Hubs is feeling that worse than I am feeling Agatha's age).  Endora </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1717316575289851044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1717316575289851044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-are-dancing-queen-young-and-sweet.html' title='You are a dancing queen, young and sweet, only 17'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-5385221270233862829</id><published>2008-02-29T15:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T16:00:19.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't make me angry.  You wouldn't like me when I'm angry</title><summary type='text'>In August I ordered two school portrait packages for Agatha, one for me on one for her dad's side.  Her grandfather paid for that one, so it's not like I was being nice or anything like that-don't worry.  In October I get one package, the one I ordered for myself.  I have been in communications with that company every week since then trying to get the other package.  They even sent me another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5385221270233862829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5385221270233862829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-make-me-angry-you-wouldnt-like-me.html' title='Don&apos;t make me angry.  You wouldn&apos;t like me when I&apos;m angry'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-8767453851892598415</id><published>2008-02-27T21:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:45:47.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong yet sensitive</title><summary type='text'>Lifted from LanaYour Sensitivity Score: 87%You are an extremely sensitive person. You notice everything.You've probably been called overly sensitive before, and it's partially true.Highly sensitive people tend to be highly intelligent. And you just can't turn off that part of you.Are You Extremely Sensitive?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8767453851892598415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8767453851892598415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/02/tenderly-taken-from-lana.html' title='Strong yet sensitive'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-2309477563256643516</id><published>2008-02-27T21:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:39:32.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fetched from Snarkwife</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/2309477563256643516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/2309477563256643516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/02/fetched-from-snarkwife.html' title='Fetched from &lt;a href=&quot;http://snarkwife.com&quot;&gt;Snarkwife&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-6170529123975569669</id><published>2008-02-27T07:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T07:57:31.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I just don't shive a git</title><summary type='text'>I'm on semi-vacation this week.  Meaning George is out of the office all week, but he wants someone in the office to cover phones so we all split the week.  I'm on Monday and Thursday, so it's not toooo bad.  I made sure yesterday was one of my days off so I could take my test-that I PASSED!  And I get a 3 day weekend out of it to boot.  The problem?  I usually do my BIG, bad, uber-clean when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6170529123975569669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6170529123975569669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-i-just-dont-shive-git.html' title='Sometimes I just don&apos;t shive a git'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-191566683543572217</id><published>2008-02-26T15:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:49:27.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Witch, RMA</title><summary type='text'>I PASSED!!!  They give you 2 hours for the test and the scoring is all half-assed.  I finished in 45 minutes and as I was answering each question, I was mentally calculating when I could re-take it since I obviously fucked up.  On a 210 question test, you'd think each answer would be worth a little over .50 points, but each question is weighed against itself.  If a question is super hard, then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/191566683543572217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/191566683543572217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/02/manic-witch-rma.html' title='Manic Witch, RMA'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-9041310200677466703</id><published>2008-02-23T09:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:48:15.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe for disaster</title><summary type='text'>Ingredients:1.  Linguini with GARLIC and olive oil2.  Boneless buffalo chicken3.  GARLIC mashed potatoesPlace in distressed GI tract and let simmer.  Release pressure at frequent intervals.  Be sure to do this in an open area as can emit toxic fumes.Takes 4-6 hours.  Serves none.*What?  This was funny at 1:00 this morning.*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/9041310200677466703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/9041310200677466703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/02/recipe-for-disaster.html' title='Recipe for disaster'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-5067747747281796780</id><published>2008-02-20T07:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T08:08:58.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored, bored, bored.</title><summary type='text'>And after you type that three times, it looks like it is spelled wrong.I have nothing on the needles and can't find anything I feel like knitting.  I think I would like to make something for summer, but don't have any cotton/blend and really don't want to buy any new yarn until I make a dent in my stash.  (I know.  A knitter who DOESN'T want more yarn).  I have mostly Simply Soft or similar type </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5067747747281796780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5067747747281796780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/02/bored-bored-bored.html' title='Bored, bored, bored.'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-7327504295558901911</id><published>2008-02-17T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T11:44:04.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter humor</title><summary type='text'>96.5% OF AMERICANS SAY 'OH SHIT' BEFORE GOING IN THEDITCH ON A SLIPPERY ROAD.THE OTHER 3.5% ARE FROM WISCONSIN , MINNESOTA,ILLINOIS OR MICHIGAN AND THEY SAY, 'HERE, HOLD MY BEERAND WATCH THIS SHIT.'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7327504295558901911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7327504295558901911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/02/winter-humor.html' title='Winter humor'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-5762969174100546440</id><published>2008-02-15T06:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T07:02:50.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the FUCK is wrong with people?</title><summary type='text'>Gunman kills 6 students at NIUThis university is only about 2 hours from me.I think I'm going to make our kids join the military instead of going to college.  At least in the Army, they know someone will be shooting at them AND the kids will be armed and able to fire back.My thoughts and healing energies go to the students and their families.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5762969174100546440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5762969174100546440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-fuck-is-wrong-with-people.html' title='What the FUCK is wrong with people?'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-6182888326435957022</id><published>2008-02-14T20:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:35:50.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing says love like....</title><summary type='text'>bullying your man into sending you flowers.  Seriously, calling your partner and bawling him out because someone else got flowers and you didn't?  And then you have the balls to consider something that YOU forced to be a romantic gesture?  I don't get it.  All I know is that you are a flaming bitch, and he is a big pussy.  Maybe you two ARE a match made in heaven.On another note-as we think of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6182888326435957022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6182888326435957022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothing-says-love-like.html' title='Nothing says love like....'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-5306122263995560987</id><published>2008-02-12T06:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T06:44:11.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds are a girl's best friend.</title><summary type='text'>Maybe it's just me, but Ew.  If it's your mom, do you really want her with you All. The. Time?  "Lets see what Mom thinks" as you look down at your hand.  Would she turn your finger green in retaliation for that one year you got her a blender for Christmas? Or do you wave your hand at someone telling them to "Say hello to my little friend"?  Say your partner dies, you make a ring and maybe 5, 10 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5306122263995560987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/5306122263995560987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/02/diamonds-are-girls-best-friend.html' title='Diamonds are a girl&apos;s best friend.'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-774695804485961656</id><published>2008-02-10T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:29:54.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Legend</title><summary type='text'>Hubs and I saw I Am Legend last night and got to a lot of deep thinking.  What would you do if you were the last person on earth.  No zombies, just the very last person?  Or just you, your partner and kids?  Either way.  Would you drive the Ferrari just because you can?  Do you hit the jewelry store for that diamond necklace you've been lusting after?  Do you care?  Do you raid D &amp; G or Prada or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/774695804485961656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/774695804485961656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-legend.html' title='I Am Legend'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-2159440448858424340</id><published>2008-02-02T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T13:51:37.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, yeah.  I know I'm stalling</title><summary type='text'>I'm watching one of those stupid "Top Superbowl Commercials" shows. Once again it looks like that insipid "Mean Joe Green" Coca~Cola commercial is going to come out on top. I thought it was dumb when it first aired in 1980 and time has not helped it become a "classic". Who the hell keeps voting for this one?One of my favorites is the Budweiser one with the sheep streaking at the horse football </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/2159440448858424340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/2159440448858424340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/02/yeah-yeah-i-know-im-stalling.html' title='Yeah, yeah.  I know I&apos;m stalling'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-4992345253071427333</id><published>2008-02-02T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:17:52.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to keep up the posting momentum</title><summary type='text'>I did it. I comitted myself to taking the RMA exam. I kept putting it off until I was "ready". Unfortunately I never made myself actually knuckle down and study for it. I always found some excuse not to. Now that I have an actual test date I have no choice. I haven't done a "cram session" in over 20 years. I have 500 pages to study and so far have only been reading on weekends. That comes to 62.5</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/4992345253071427333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/4992345253071427333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-to-keep-up-posting-momentum.html' title='Just to keep up the posting momentum'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-8799546585751313613</id><published>2008-02-01T19:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:06:58.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>P.I.N.K!!</title><summary type='text'>I know.  PINK!  But it's only until V.D. and then it comes down.Ok, I just put up the "Ratings" widget.  I'm not sure I like it or not.  Public opinion determines its fate I guess.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8799546585751313613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/8799546585751313613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/02/pink.html' title='P.I.N.K!!'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-6018775024007862719</id><published>2008-01-31T20:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:00:07.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it considered being a hypocrite...</title><summary type='text'>if Our Lady of the Snows catholic school is closed because of the snow?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6018775024007862719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6018775024007862719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-it-considered-being-hypocrite.html' title='Is it considered being a hypocrite...'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-2746148175593354994</id><published>2008-01-31T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T18:29:24.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU ROCK!</title><summary type='text'>Mikey-thank you so much!!!  When Hubs and I went to Oklahoma, I was lamenting the fact that here in cosmopolitan Chi-Town we don't have a Sonic and we are totally lacking a Braums.  Not that Oklahoma City is a jerkwater town, but c'mon!  No Sonic?  I kept trying to come up with restaurants that are only local to Chicago and you helped me!  Oberweis is all our own.  Portillos is opening up shops </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/2746148175593354994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/2746148175593354994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-rock.html' title='YOU ROCK!'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-7351469307352917124</id><published>2008-01-31T07:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T07:12:37.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The good, the bad and the disturbing</title><summary type='text'>The good:Another benefit to being smober?  Warm fingers.  I never used to wear gloves because it was too hard to hold a cigarette with gloves on.  Now I can put them on before I leave the house and I get to work with my hands still all toasty and warm.  And I don't have to worry about my window freezing closed either. The bad:Now that we don't go outside in the evenings, we have no idea what the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7351469307352917124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/7351469307352917124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-bad-and-disturbing.html' title='The good, the bad and the disturbing'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-3068550926256997460</id><published>2008-01-30T08:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T08:19:01.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a good witch or a bad witch?</title><summary type='text'>I have really been neglecting my witchy ways.  I don't even remember the last time I observed a sabbat or an esbat.  I can't even remember the difference between the two.  I get a newsletter from a local pagan shop about Imbolc and realized that its time to dust off my candles and athame and get back into it.  Maybe this is what I've been missing in my life lately-a sense of balance.   I haven't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3068550926256997460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3068550926256997460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/01/are-you-good-witch-or-bad-witch.html' title='Are you a good witch or a bad witch?'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-3636031703395554177</id><published>2008-01-29T06:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T06:51:53.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Yeah.</title><summary type='text'>I know I don't update this thing more than every week or so.  I've just been busy, yet bored lately.  I think this weather has gotten me down.  Even though the days are getting longer, its still pretty dark when I get home.  Add to that the fact that its still dark in the morning and I don't go out during the day anymore, I'm feeling like a vampire.I guess I don't post much because I don't want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3636031703395554177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/3636031703395554177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeah-yeah.html' title='Yeah, Yeah.'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-6050902299010984190</id><published>2008-01-20T13:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T21:30:24.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait...</title><summary type='text'>to see the Packers lose tonight. Favre already indirectly admitted that they have no chance of winning. He blamed their pre-christmas loss to the Bears on the weather? It gets just as cold in Green Bay as it does in Chicago. Just admit it mother-fucker...you got out-played.**I know I'm almost a month late in saying what a fucking baby I think he is, but the timing is still ok with tonight's game.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6050902299010984190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6050902299010984190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-cant-wait.html' title='I can&apos;t wait...'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-1281767365353584394</id><published>2008-01-19T08:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T08:55:05.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got nothing</title><summary type='text'>I know I promised a list of reasons why we quit, but I can only think of the benefits I already see from quitting.  A few days after we decided to quit I went outside for a smoke during lunch at work.  It was sleeting and sloppy outside.  Not only did I feel like a loser, going out for this while everyone else is in the kitchen, eating and just hanging out, but I actully mucked through all that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1281767365353584394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1281767365353584394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-got-nothing.html' title='I got nothing'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-6199583727280086714</id><published>2008-01-14T07:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T07:09:52.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're in the money</title><summary type='text'>Ok, not quite, but we will be saving a ton of money by not smoking.  According to the Chantix help-site, I've already saved $60 by not smoking, which means we've really saved $120 since Hubs quit too.  Actually it's probably a little less since we usually bought by the carton, but we figure it's probably closer to $80 which is still nothing to sneeze at.  And since I quit, I don't go out for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6199583727280086714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/6199583727280086714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/01/were-in-money.html' title='We&apos;re in the money'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-1472516424196240915</id><published>2008-01-09T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:18:02.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what I did!</title><summary type='text'>G'wan, guess.  GUESS!  I'll give you a hint, its something I'd never thought I'd do.  In fact it is something I didn't think I would WANT to do.Give up?Really?Ok, look in the comments.  *cheater*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1472516424196240915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/1472516424196240915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/01/guess-what-i-did.html' title='Guess what I did!'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665611.post-195618822985208646</id><published>2008-01-06T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:03:20.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January 6th.  It's not too hot, and not too cold.  All you need is a light jacket.</title><summary type='text'>55 degrees?  In Chicago?  In January??  Woo-hoo!Sorry.  I can't seem to get a pic of the weather thingy here.  But trust me on this one.  It really IS that warm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/195618822985208646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665611/posts/default/195618822985208646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manicwitch.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-6th-its-not-too-hot-and-not-too.html' title='January 6th.  It&apos;s not too hot, and not too cold.  All you need is a light jacket.'/><author><name>Manic Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202703937831859115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/earthy1/blue_witch.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
