<?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-6508651326630404022</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:38:58.982-05:00</updated><category term='It was a normal Tuesday...'/><title type='text'>Spying in Jimmy Choos</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a typical day at "the office"...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spygirlswearspikes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508651326630404022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spygirlswearspikes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16913255182821466512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508651326630404022.post-5583186785304500064</id><published>2009-08-31T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:30:52.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Harbinger of Death</title><content type='html'>So I thought I'd tell you about my last two weeks.....but it may take a few/several&amp;nbsp;posts to do it.&amp;nbsp; Below is a quick "synopsis" of sorts.&amp;nbsp; I'll explain each piece in more detail because that's where the heart of each story really lies.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/15/09,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;witness fatal (x2) MC accident, GF's brother gets jumped, daughter gets stung by wasp and Sr. boss' wife passes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/16/09:&amp;nbsp; Truck dies, girls on bike's almost get run over, twice!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/20/09:&amp;nbsp; GF goes into hospital to have baby... I'm the coach, I'm there all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/21/09:&amp;nbsp; 13:20: Baby Nora is born.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 14:30: Kevin borrows Paul's Motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;16:30: Kevin crashes Paul's Motorcycle and is med-flighted to Boston hospital with no memory &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; of&amp;nbsp;crash, where crash was, where the bike might be or what condition its in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/22/09:&amp;nbsp; Locate bike and crash info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/24-8/28: File insurance claim, find out bike is totaled.&amp;nbsp; Kevin has 5th surgery on his foot.&amp;nbsp; There does not appear that there's enough bone left for him to keep his foot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my two weeks in&amp;nbsp;a nutshell.&amp;nbsp; Talk about some stress!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Hence the reason I said that I was really feeling like the Harbinger of Death lately....&lt;br /&gt;-Sid&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508651326630404022-5583186785304500064?l=spygirlswearspikes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spygirlswearspikes.blogspot.com/feeds/5583186785304500064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spygirlswearspikes.blogspot.com/2009/08/harbinger-of-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508651326630404022/posts/default/5583186785304500064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508651326630404022/posts/default/5583186785304500064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spygirlswearspikes.blogspot.com/2009/08/harbinger-of-death.html' title='The Harbinger of Death'/><author><name>Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16913255182821466512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508651326630404022.post-6415354034769285895</id><published>2009-08-27T12:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:57:08.546-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It was a normal Tuesday...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, for my first story, I thought I would tell the one that was the inspiration for this blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This took place at about 4pm on a Tuesday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local cable company took a call from a man who wanted to disconnect his services. During the call, he mentioned that there had been a domestic dispute between him and his wife. He told the cable rep that he needed to return his equipment as soon as possible because it had forensic evidence on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, huh. And why would that be... ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, because he'd bashed his wife's head in with the box and she's now buried in the back yard!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of. Course. She. Is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we gotta check, right??? Not a job for the Jimmy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, resigned to the combat boots, I'm happy to report that the wife is alive and well and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;buried in the back yard.  However, there is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RO&lt;/span&gt; (restraining order) in effect and his threatening her via the cable company was in violation of said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guess where he went????? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Is there a Darwin Award for this dude????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so, that's why I was late.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; this guy made me go check.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;phucker&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508651326630404022-6415354034769285895?l=spygirlswearspikes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spygirlswearspikes.blogspot.com/feeds/6415354034769285895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spygirlswearspikes.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-for-my-first-story-i-thought-i-would.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508651326630404022/posts/default/6415354034769285895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508651326630404022/posts/default/6415354034769285895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spygirlswearspikes.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-for-my-first-story-i-thought-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16913255182821466512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508651326630404022.post-7255759956188192594</id><published>2009-08-25T18:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:43:49.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to My Blog</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!!!  Welcome to my blog.  I want to thank (or maybe blame) my nanny, Josie, for inspiring me to start a blog. You see, I have one of &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; jobs.  You know, the kind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; else is amazed at but wouldn't really want to do.  The last time I called Josie to say that I was going to be late, that's when she said that I always have the best reasons for being late!! The next morning she suggested that I write the stories down just so other people can share her hilarity and amazement at some of the things that just go on, and wrong, in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, my job....  let's just say that I am not your typical housewife.  I'm not home more than I'm home and I've often got my hands in several pies at the same time.  But you know what?  I love it.  It's different everyday.  I get to play with the boys with the toys and that's just the way I like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I will warn you about is that my life is not always pretty and/or funny.  Unfortunately, there's a lot of gross in it too.  This week, I'm feeling much like the Harbinger of Death.  So, I'll try to keep in mind that most people do not see things in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;graphic&lt;/span&gt; detail that I do and preface each post with a "Gross Alert" if necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life people....   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508651326630404022-7255759956188192594?l=spygirlswearspikes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spygirlswearspikes.blogspot.com/feeds/7255759956188192594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spygirlswearspikes.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-to-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508651326630404022/posts/default/7255759956188192594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508651326630404022/posts/default/7255759956188192594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spygirlswearspikes.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Welcome to My Blog'/><author><name>Sidney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16913255182821466512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
