<?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-1896901252031509912</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:38:25.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-randomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896901252031509912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-randomthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671018873187083429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQePZe-droo/SYpDXKL9NtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pAZm8iy0PNg/S220/DSC00396.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896901252031509912.post-4511215448541431684</id><published>2009-03-25T17:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:43:02.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Mummy, when I puke today at school, then you can come and get me."&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, you are not going to puke today."&lt;br /&gt;"I have been coughing, and my nose is warm..."&lt;br /&gt;"You are not a dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is the best kid story I've heard in a VERY long time.  5 year old boy- who hasn't been wanting to go to preschool- what he told his mother one morning before she left his classroom.  I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896901252031509912-4511215448541431684?l=jill-randomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-randomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4511215448541431684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jill-randomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/mummy-when-i-puke-today-at-school-then.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896901252031509912/posts/default/4511215448541431684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896901252031509912/posts/default/4511215448541431684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-randomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/mummy-when-i-puke-today-at-school-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671018873187083429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQePZe-droo/SYpDXKL9NtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pAZm8iy0PNg/S220/DSC00396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896901252031509912.post-5703671458007929496</id><published>2009-02-10T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:17:12.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of the rest of my life... ah that feels good.  Yup, call it a New Year's resolution if you like, or 'Good God Jill- it is about f-ing time!'  No more dealing with, but mostly carrying around other people's sh@t.  Just mine for now please ;-)  Ollie, Chris, Grace and Me.  Those are my peeps.  All my energy goes to those I love, and who love me back- whole heartedly.  No time for the drama, just ask my mama ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So onward, and upward- it has to go up from here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896901252031509912-5703671458007929496?l=jill-randomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-randomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5703671458007929496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jill-randomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-first-day-of-rest-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896901252031509912/posts/default/5703671458007929496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896901252031509912/posts/default/5703671458007929496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-randomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-first-day-of-rest-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671018873187083429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQePZe-droo/SYpDXKL9NtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pAZm8iy0PNg/S220/DSC00396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896901252031509912.post-4758027209046422049</id><published>2009-02-04T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:07:19.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most bizarre sentences</title><content type='html'>What are some of the funniest things you have heard people say?  Maybe they were not meant to be funny at the time, but out of context, they are hilarious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of mine:&lt;br /&gt;"You may not leave the room without your underwear on."&lt;br /&gt;"Stop rubbing the cheese on your body."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't bite the table!"&lt;br /&gt;"This is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inappropriate&lt;/span&gt; use of whipped cream."&lt;br /&gt;"My Mummies undies smell like trout."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are others, I'm sure of it, but too tired to remember them right now.  PS, all of these sentences were said in a school environment, and were appropriate at the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896901252031509912-4758027209046422049?l=jill-randomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-randomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4758027209046422049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jill-randomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/most-bizarre-sentences.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896901252031509912/posts/default/4758027209046422049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896901252031509912/posts/default/4758027209046422049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-randomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/most-bizarre-sentences.html' title='Most bizarre sentences'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671018873187083429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQePZe-droo/SYpDXKL9NtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pAZm8iy0PNg/S220/DSC00396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896901252031509912.post-7938224892236634192</id><published>2009-01-05T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:55:35.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Have you had a life changing experience?  Was it a tragic event, something special, just a thought, something you read?  I did, one week ago tomorrow.  What was the first thing that you said to yourself when you 'opened your eyes, let the dust settle, finished the sentence, etc.?' I think that is the most interesting thing of the life changing experience.  What is the first thing that goes through someone's mind? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896901252031509912-7938224892236634192?l=jill-randomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-randomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7938224892236634192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jill-randomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-you-had-life-changing-experience.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896901252031509912/posts/default/7938224892236634192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896901252031509912/posts/default/7938224892236634192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-randomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-you-had-life-changing-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671018873187083429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MQePZe-droo/SYpDXKL9NtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pAZm8iy0PNg/S220/DSC00396.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
