<?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-4063129648743670405</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:15:16.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Margot's Personal and Private Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>These are my personal and private thoughts that are nobody's business but my own, thank you!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063129648743670405/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Margot Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526215517973909528</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063129648743670405.post-8107090006662662533</id><published>2009-07-19T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:38:39.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I have decided to stop writing my private thoughts down for a while because I haven't been thinking too much lately, so I have nothing to write down. I will probably have more thoughts after E's book about me comes out. But since these are my personal and private thoughts that nobody can read but me... who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I will have more very interesting thoughts after August 18th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4063129648743670405-8107090006662662533?l=margotjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8107090006662662533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughtless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063129648743670405/posts/default/8107090006662662533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063129648743670405/posts/default/8107090006662662533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughtless.html' title='Thoughtless'/><author><name>Margot Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526215517973909528</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-4063129648743670405.post-7019330415527113842</id><published>2009-06-04T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:36:19.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts # 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Lady in the Supermarket, when I asked how old your toddler was I didn't need to know in months. "27 Months." "He's two," would have done just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't care in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4063129648743670405-7019330415527113842?l=margotjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7019330415527113842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thoughts-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063129648743670405/posts/default/7019330415527113842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063129648743670405/posts/default/7019330415527113842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thoughts-2.html' title='Random Thoughts # 1'/><author><name>Margot Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526215517973909528</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-4063129648743670405.post-7930679807264250805</id><published>2009-05-25T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:55:42.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;When the phone rang this morning I knew who it was. Who else would be calling so early--on a holiday, no less? Sybil. "Are you ready?" she asked. "Who is this?" I said, but of course I knew who it was, and I knew why she was calling. It was once again time to practice for our 10K. "I'll be there in twenty minutes," she said all cheery like, and hung up before I could make an excuse. Why, oh why, oh why did I ever agree to participate in this dumb race? I hate running. I hate sweating. I hate when my heart beats so hard it feels like it's going to burst. And as I sat there on the edge of me bed I thought: "I hate Sybil." But she's my best friend. So, I got up, got dressed and put on my brand new running shoes. And while the rest of America was sleeping in because what else would you do on a holiday, I went out to run. Ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4063129648743670405-7930679807264250805?l=margotjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7930679807264250805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/2009/05/holiday-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063129648743670405/posts/default/7930679807264250805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063129648743670405/posts/default/7930679807264250805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/2009/05/holiday-blues.html' title='Holiday Blues'/><author><name>Margot Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526215517973909528</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-4063129648743670405.post-6178566918322110621</id><published>2009-05-13T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:33:29.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;I just went shopping with Sybil for tennis shoes this afternoon. We need really good shoes if we're going to run a 10K. The shopping was fun. I bought the cutest pair of shoes-silver with pink accents. Now I am all out of excuses for not training. Darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't see a reason to run if you are not trying to get away from a monster, or catch a bus. Running for the sake of running is dumb. Isn't it? Okay, Sybil wants to start training on Saturday. I'm thinking I wake up Saturday morning with a raging case of swine flu. You think she'll go for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4063129648743670405-6178566918322110621?l=margotjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6178566918322110621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063129648743670405/posts/default/6178566918322110621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063129648743670405/posts/default/6178566918322110621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-shoes.html' title='New Shoes'/><author><name>Margot Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526215517973909528</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-4063129648743670405.post-2945870417995114425</id><published>2009-04-30T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:33:29.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten K</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;My best friend, Sybil, entered us in a 10 k for one of her dumb causes, but of course I didn't tell her that's what I thought when she said she'd entered us. Instead I said "Yipee." Then I went home and got out a dictionary. For those of you who are metrically challenged--like me--a ten K is 6.2 miles. When I read this I really, really wanted to go over to her house and beat her up. Then I remembered she's my best friend. *Sigh.* The 10 k is in July. We're supposed to start training in a few days. Yeah, right!  I need a cup cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4063129648743670405-2945870417995114425?l=margotjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2945870417995114425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/2009/04/ten-k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063129648743670405/posts/default/2945870417995114425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063129648743670405/posts/default/2945870417995114425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/2009/04/ten-k.html' title='Ten K'/><author><name>Margot Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526215517973909528</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-4063129648743670405.post-1705012562572066353</id><published>2009-04-26T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:34:34.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT CANDY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Yesterday I found a bag of candy corn left over from Easter. I wound up eating the whole thing. I LOVE candy. So sue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4063129648743670405-1705012562572066353?l=margotjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/feeds/1705012562572066353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-candy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063129648743670405/posts/default/1705012562572066353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063129648743670405/posts/default/1705012562572066353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-candy.html' title='I WANT CANDY'/><author><name>Margot Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526215517973909528</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-4063129648743670405.post-5349751919210783211</id><published>2009-04-25T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:34:00.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wondering #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from? Just Wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4063129648743670405-5349751919210783211?l=margotjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5349751919210783211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-wondering-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063129648743670405/posts/default/5349751919210783211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063129648743670405/posts/default/5349751919210783211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margotjean.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-wondering-1.html' title='Just Wondering #1'/><author><name>Margot Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526215517973909528</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></feed>
