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(He's back home btw). I believe that I may have hit a new low, but then got humbled in return. You see, it was Communion and we go to a very traditional Church. Communion is done, kneeling at the Altar. Ok, we've been in Church almost 2 hours, my stomach has decided to growl everytime the Preacher has prayed, I mean people were staring, and now as we are taking our food and drink, my knees are killing my from being on them, and I'm wishing my little...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/589897"><title>The Moosetracks of My Tears</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/589897</link><description>It seems relatively easy to wish you could have 5 minuets of quiet time, or wish you could sprawl out in bed alone... when your husband was there, however, mine is a zillion miles away in Georgia! Oh sure, he came home this weekend, got in about 8:14 Friday night, fell asleep at about 8:18, hung out on Saturday, then had to get up at 6:15 on Sunday am to head back out. Friday went like this.. I sprinted out of the shop at about 12, went to the bank, came home started the dough for my french...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/588367"><title>In keeping good company</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/588367</link><description>Things had been going reasonably well lately, maybe even a little too well...Bob was working but his company had really slowed up, and they had laid a bunch of guys off. I had heard rumors that they were starting to look at jobs out of state, but I didn't really pay to much attention to it. Ha! Me and my dumb ass... so here I sit, with the company of a sleeping 13 year old, 2 cats, a dog, a fish and a partridge in a pear tree; my husband 400 miles away in Georgia. He did call to tell me that...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/404646"><title>Working my ars off....</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/404646</link><description>Ok, I know that I didn't spell it right, but over the last few weeks, I have looked back to realize that I was beginning to put in more and more 12-13 hour days at work. I mean, it's saturday, and I worked today, with thoughts of working tomorrow. See, I took on this renovation project from Suzanne, and well... to say the least, I never should have opened my big fat mouth when she asked if I knew of anyone who did wood restoration! Gee, I guess somewhere in my little chocolate infested brain,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/404387"><title>Cheesecake anyone??</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/404387</link><description>I made it through the holidays pretty damn successfully if I do say so my self. No broken bones or messed up toenails, and I'm happy to report that only one mild case of "suspected " food poisoning was reported to me.... of course I'm sure you can guess who that was! With all of the success, I am not happy to say that I still have the diet struggle. I just don't understand it! I agonize over making the right meals, count every calorie, even give my husband crap about what he's eating!...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/369348"><title>Is there anyone out there with a 1950's mentality?</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/369348</link><description>It's suffice to say that I just don't get some of the things that are going on in our world today. I recently turned 30, and I feel as though I try to lead a good life. I have a beautiful daughter, a great husband, and a successful business. I've tried really hard for the last few years to get back to a 1950's mind set as far as manners, morals, and a few other things go. It eases my head, and makes me a happier person. I recently have even given much thought to going back to church, and have...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/325344"><title>XMAS Time is coming...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/325344</link><description>After having a somewhat miserable thanksgiving, I can console myself with the facts that I will be out of this cast soon enough, and hopefully the Steve Madden boots aren't outta the question after all. Business has been steady, and Mrs. Snotty called about hosting a New Years Day Brunch. I was tempted to tell her no, thinking that the unpleasantness of it all could lead me to having a broken butt bone, or neck, or worse! However, being the woman that I am, I told her yes. She was coming in...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/317443"><title>Pooor Pigs... back in hell...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/317443</link><description>Ok, so, the system is being a little crazy, it just deleted everything I had written. Anyhoo, to say that I will get even with Ms. Suzanne would be an understatement, but to know me, and to think that I would actually go through with anything that would damage my reputation, would of course be a lie, so I will hit her, in another aspect. The good ole wallet! Yes, she can afford it, and considering that I was having to special order everything, I hit her good. So after our initial meeting, I...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/314525"><title>I hate Pumpkin Pie... but I must have it...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/314525</link><description>I managed to get through Halloween without eating all of the candy, and pretty much sticking to jelly beans. I must admit, that the little baby Almond Joys called my name, I know I heard them from down the hall, but I only ate a few. So, I'm heading in to work, it's friday, thank heavens. I'm definatly coming down with a nasty little sinus infection, and the best part of it, is that I have little to no taste right now. Gee, sinus infection in a bottle.. the new Slim Fast. HA! 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Yeah, I know that I can add in points and all of that, but, it just...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/266922"><title>Pigs in Purgatory</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/266922</link><description>If having trouble with my poor little unpainted pigs at the bank was not bad enough, my day was getting even worse.I stepped on a bee while weeding my flowers, and now, along with having two unpainted toes, I had a swollen red foot to go along with it. So, here I sit, with my foot elevated, unpainted toes, and a strong desire to have real coffee. It should have been some omen, when I fell in the bank to just go inside and find a quiet spot when I got home.... no such luck. 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After a long talk with my honey last night, I decided that I would expand the small catering business I have on the side, to more full time. Heck, if things really got kickin, a Gourmet Food shop was just what this little River town in Virginia needed. I mean rich people were here from Thursday thru Sunday from March til late October, I thought it might work.... HAHA Just what I need, to be surrounded by decadent treats all day. When I took my first dinner party order, a...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/264915"><title>alas... a sophisticated suit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/264915</link><description>In all of the hustle and bustle of yesterday, I never did get to look through the mail. I sat down on this sunny Wednesday morning and prepared to look through it. I figured after the pizza, that I would treat or should I say cheat myself one more time and have real coffee. In my head, I convinced myself someway, that it was like the 12:00 drinking rule..... I never would have even given the Lands End catalog a second glance, I usually reserved that for a bookbag for Kate and some x-mas...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/264028"><title>If I can't have lycra.. I may as well have pepperoni...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/fatgirl/264028</link><description>I walked around for the rest of the day, with just plain old cotton, no lycra to suck it all in sweats on.As my day is winding down, I have managed to do all my little things around the house, I usually do, despite my entire family being camped out in my den. My parents finally went home, making that oh so long treachorous 1/4 mile dirve. They recently moved down here, my youngest brother, just got deployed for the Army, and my other brother who is camped out on my couch watching ESPN, got...</description></item></rdf:RDF>