<?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-6381206584212463108</id><updated>2011-11-15T18:58:17.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken mama</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381206584212463108.post-7295066909802390974</id><published>2011-11-15T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T18:58:17.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward Situation #198</title><content type='html'>I started a new job and the maintenance guy happens to be Native American. He has a very odd sense of humor, so when he gave me thumbs-up and said, "two chocolate thumbs up!" I wasn't too surprised. I returned the thumbs-up and said, a little sarcastically, "uhm, two white chocolate thumbs up?" He paused and looked rather angry. Then he said, "I was referring to the chocolate you gave me yesterday."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-7295066909802390974?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7295066909802390974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/11/awkward-situation-198.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/7295066909802390974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/7295066909802390974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/11/awkward-situation-198.html' title='Awkward Situation #198'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-4525586133090313704</id><published>2011-09-04T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T11:12:51.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Fatty</title><content type='html'>My 3 year old just said, "after I finish my brownie, can I have cookies for desert?" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-4525586133090313704?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4525586133090313704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/09/future-fatty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/4525586133090313704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/4525586133090313704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/09/future-fatty.html' title='Future Fatty'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-4100994859206552261</id><published>2011-07-08T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T21:04:53.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Cucaracha</title><content type='html'>Once a week I take my son to an art class. We sing a song and then do a craft project related to the song. Today, my son told the teacher that he wanted to make a cockroach. I fought the urge to scream "We don't have roaches!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone suggested we sing La Cucaracha. The teacher went with it, and we all made cockroaches out of paper plates, pipe cleaners, and glitter. Two hoity toity moms got upset and announced that they were making "bugs" and not cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made an awesome glitter incrusted cockroach with giant googly eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, please note that we don't have roaches. I swear. The opportunistic ones that come inside if we forget to plug the drain don't count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-4100994859206552261?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4100994859206552261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-cucaracha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/4100994859206552261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/4100994859206552261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-cucaracha.html' title='La Cucaracha'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-8962628372723183935</id><published>2011-07-07T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T19:15:35.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo G</title><content type='html'>This is hilaaarious! &lt;a href="http://www.myrapname.com/ "&gt;myrapname.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've updated my name accordingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-8962628372723183935?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8962628372723183935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/07/yo-g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/8962628372723183935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/8962628372723183935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/07/yo-g.html' title='Yo G'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-7712313063003725384</id><published>2011-06-30T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T17:43:36.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic</title><content type='html'>My cell phone has been having a lot of problems lately. Today it started showing the battery charging icon even though I had just unplugged it. This is the best quirk it has had! I held it in what I hope was a mystical fashion, showed it to my husband, and said, "Look what happens when I focus my energy on the phone! I can make it charge!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His response was not an amazed "you're Harry fucking Potter!" like I was hoping for. It was a skeptical "you're weird".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-7712313063003725384?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7712313063003725384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/06/magic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/7712313063003725384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/7712313063003725384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/06/magic.html' title='Magic'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-29494777232610234</id><published>2011-06-23T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T18:22:23.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophisticated</title><content type='html'>My three-year-old caught a grasshopper and named it Frasier. Not Kipper or Caillou, but Frasier. Sometimes I get the feeling that he should be spending more time around people his own age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-29494777232610234?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/29494777232610234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/06/sophisticated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/29494777232610234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/29494777232610234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/06/sophisticated.html' title='Sophisticated'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-4057649899607853150</id><published>2011-04-25T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T17:24:14.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scambled Eggs</title><content type='html'>I have a chicken who has been sitting on fertilized eggs for over a week. They should hatch into fuzzy little chicks in 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, in a groggy haze, I made scrambled eggs for breakfast. I remember noticing that one egg was particularly dirty, but I didn't think much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went outside to feed the chickens. I pulled the setting hen off her nest, removed the one blue egg (one hen always lays her egg under the setting hen) and then counted the eggs. There were only 13. One was missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recounted, and searched, and realize that I most certainly ate it. I am fairly certain it wasn't developing. I candled the eggs a few days ago and a few were duds. If it wasn't, there would have been blood. Even drenched in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sriracha_sauce"&gt;cock sauce&lt;/a&gt;, I would have noticed blood. I hope. Or crunchy bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be eating eggs again any time soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-4057649899607853150?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4057649899607853150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/04/scambled-eggs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/4057649899607853150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/4057649899607853150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/04/scambled-eggs.html' title='Scambled Eggs'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-8992461734152385871</id><published>2011-04-23T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:50:18.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I look like a Ma'am?</title><content type='html'>Last week I got to verbally abuse a barista at my favorite coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little fucker is new, and replaced my favorite guy. This one keeps calling me "ma'am" and it pisses me off. He manages to say it at least 5 times in a 5 minute period. So today I asked him how old he thought I was. "24?" I told him it was a good answer since I'm almost 30. I told him that being called ma'am makes me feel old and then I want to cry and eat chocolate. I dropped a dollar in the jar and told him that if he ever does it again, that I'm going to stop tipping him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted a little, then he handed me my coffee and did it AGAIN. He immediately caught himself and said it was habit, and he was sorry. I told him that I was going to jump back there and kick his scrawny little punk ass if he didn't watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a lady who was about 50 years old walked in, and I asked her "Do you like it when they call you ma'am?" and she said it bugs the crap out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know. He spit in my coffee. It tasted great. Like punk bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-8992461734152385871?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8992461734152385871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-i-look-like-maam.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/8992461734152385871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/8992461734152385871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-i-look-like-maam.html' title='Do I look like a Ma&apos;am?'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381206584212463108.post-8182819753245196161</id><published>2011-03-27T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T20:01:19.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet</title><content type='html'>I saw a fat lady begging on a street corner today. Her cardboard sign said "Hungry".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-8182819753245196161?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8182819753245196161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/diet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/8182819753245196161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/8182819753245196161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/diet.html' title='Diet'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-7062585453123299689</id><published>2011-03-26T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:10:09.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Say</title><content type='html'>My peanut butter has a warning label that says "Produced in a factory that processes peanuts."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-7062585453123299689?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7062585453123299689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-dont-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/7062585453123299689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/7062585453123299689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-dont-say.html' title='You Don&apos;t Say'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-4328218331641171421</id><published>2011-03-25T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T12:57:02.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>I'm getting over the stomach flu and decided that I was well enough to venture out into the world and run a few errands. Of course, as soon as I walked into the store, my stomach started rumbling. I convinced Kiddo to walk quickly (yet nonchalantly) to the restroom. I tried to poop like a ninja. I would have been successful, except that Kiddo is two. At the top of his lungs (there is no other tone of voice) he announced &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You went poop didn't you? Wow! That's a lot of poop! You pooped a lot, you really did! Good job Mom!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-4328218331641171421?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4328218331641171421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/4328218331641171421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/4328218331641171421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-7807562490013333640</id><published>2011-03-24T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T12:57:20.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engineers</title><content type='html'>My husband loves playing video games. We had a big fight over him playing them around our son. He insisted that our two-year-old would understand it was just pretend. It quickly became obvious that I was (obviously) right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Son:&lt;/b&gt; MOM! That white truck is a bad guy! Run him off the road! HIT HIS CAR! HIT IT! Don't let him get away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband got the point and stopped playing games when our son is around. However, it has been months and the kid has not forgotten a thing. We frequently have conversations like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Son:&lt;/b&gt; What's that building?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; That's the College of Engineering. That's where you'll go to school if you want to be an engineer. Engineers design new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Son:&lt;/b&gt; And they have big guns and shoot down the bad guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3T4xG_wlEWs/TYy7-IyWriI/AAAAAAAAB1A/IKWk4yF7yZY/s1600/Engineer.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="346" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3T4xG_wlEWs/TYy7-IyWriI/AAAAAAAAB1A/IKWk4yF7yZY/s400/Engineer.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-7807562490013333640?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7807562490013333640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/7807562490013333640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/7807562490013333640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/games.html' title='Engineers'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3T4xG_wlEWs/TYy7-IyWriI/AAAAAAAAB1A/IKWk4yF7yZY/s72-c/Engineer.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381206584212463108.post-1765870176273609040</id><published>2011-03-23T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:56:36.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuts</title><content type='html'>Earlier this week my husband told me about the psych ward at the hospital. It turns out that if you drop someone off there, the hospital is required to keep them for at least 72 hours to do a psych evaluation. Today, in the midst of the dirty house and the screaming kid, I remembered the psych ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Hey hun, do the people in the psych ward have their own rooms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hubby:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Do they have air conditioning? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hubby:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Can I bring a book?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-1765870176273609040?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1765870176273609040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/nuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/1765870176273609040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/1765870176273609040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/nuts.html' title='Nuts'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-9007981899128530837</id><published>2011-03-07T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T19:09:40.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bribes!</title><content type='html'>You mean I can't even BRIBE you people to post? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKAVk3IcCEE/TXWdmJNxdyI/AAAAAAAAByQ/HyWJMbICaWQ/s1600/IMG_4595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKAVk3IcCEE/TXWdmJNxdyI/AAAAAAAAByQ/HyWJMbICaWQ/s400/IMG_4595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...TINY PLUNGER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. WTF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-9007981899128530837?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/9007981899128530837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/bribes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/9007981899128530837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/9007981899128530837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/bribes.html' title='Bribes!'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKAVk3IcCEE/TXWdmJNxdyI/AAAAAAAAByQ/HyWJMbICaWQ/s72-c/IMG_4595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381206584212463108.post-1693121753985417420</id><published>2011-03-04T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T14:28:48.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thehenway.com/"&gt;LareePQG &lt;/a&gt;can't be the only one to have a contest! Oh man, am I a copycat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like a chance to win a pack of seeds (my choice), then respond to this post with your bestest guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone gave this to me at a dental convention yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4jZJdINbY4/TXFWoJnXSEI/AAAAAAAAByA/I-EsDEuvldw/s1600/EwwLOL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4jZJdINbY4/TXFWoJnXSEI/AAAAAAAAByA/I-EsDEuvldw/s400/EwwLOL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner will be randomly chosen from the group of people who guess correctly.  This contest will close when I feel like closing it, so don't dawdle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-1693121753985417420?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1693121753985417420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/contest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/1693121753985417420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/1693121753985417420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/contest.html' title='Contest!'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4jZJdINbY4/TXFWoJnXSEI/AAAAAAAAByA/I-EsDEuvldw/s72-c/EwwLOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381206584212463108.post-8080225441124126055</id><published>2011-03-02T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T20:34:21.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine!</title><content type='html'>Today I had: 2 shots of espresso, a bottle of Starbucks' frappuccino, a cup of coffee, a soda, and 2 chocolate covered espresso beans. Let's just say it kept my patients entertained. Or, possibly, annoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-8080225441124126055?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8080225441124126055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/caffeine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/8080225441124126055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/8080225441124126055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/03/caffeine.html' title='Caffeine!'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-7707924243191796719</id><published>2011-02-28T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T13:48:00.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetarian not Vegan</title><content type='html'>My Dad teased me for eating eggs even though I'm a vegetarian. He said that the eggs have potential to hatch into chickens so I shouldn't be eating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I'm pro-choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-7707924243191796719?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7707924243191796719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/02/vegetarian-not-vegan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/7707924243191796719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/7707924243191796719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/02/vegetarian-not-vegan.html' title='Vegetarian not Vegan'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-1356717203959880010</id><published>2011-02-27T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T18:25:27.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Politician</title><content type='html'>My son is a master of rephrasing things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I not yelling, I just talking loud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I not picking my nose. I checking for boogers." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I not kicking you. I just putting my foot on your face."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-1356717203959880010?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1356717203959880010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/02/future-politician.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/1356717203959880010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/1356717203959880010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/02/future-politician.html' title='Future Politician'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-18153834067523046</id><published>2011-02-26T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T18:28:52.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason I shouldn't be allowed in public #32</title><content type='html'>My husband let me meet his friends. This is a very rare event, as I frequently embarrass him. I didn't disappoint him today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Husband's friends are comparing scars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Husband's  Friend:&lt;/b&gt; I have a scar on my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perineum"&gt;taint&lt;/a&gt;! Does anyone want to see it? It's shaped like a lightening bolt, so I'm like Harry Potter. Zach? Want to see my scar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Hey, I have a scar there too! Child birth is a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Smiles were replaced by looks of horror as people realized that I was telling the truth)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-18153834067523046?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/18153834067523046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/02/reason-i-shouldnt-be-allowed-in-public.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/18153834067523046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/18153834067523046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/02/reason-i-shouldnt-be-allowed-in-public.html' title='Reason I shouldn&apos;t be allowed in public #32'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-207595731261344975</id><published>2011-02-18T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T06:34:20.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh god, what have I done?</title><content type='html'>Never do a Google Image Search for a medical procedure the night before you are going to get that medical procedure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-207595731261344975?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/207595731261344975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-god-what-have-i-done.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/207595731261344975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/207595731261344975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-god-what-have-i-done.html' title='Oh god, what have I done?'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-5454970001864989937</id><published>2011-02-15T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T18:26:18.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Lady</title><content type='html'>I picked an argument that I shouldn't have picked. I was at the mall with my two-year-old and he pointed to an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Son:&lt;/b&gt; "What's that man doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "That's not a man, it is a woman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Son:&lt;/b&gt; "Nooo Mom! HAHA! That's a man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Old lady glares at us*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "No, it is a lady. She's sitting down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Son:&lt;/b&gt; "HAHAHA! Noooooo! That's a man!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-5454970001864989937?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5454970001864989937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/02/old-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/5454970001864989937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/5454970001864989937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/02/old-lady.html' title='Old Lady'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-1661784539070659007</id><published>2011-01-29T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:05:04.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk Brownies</title><content type='html'>I made brownies. Fancy fudge brownies featuring chocolate infused with Grand Marnier, which results in hints of hazelnut, orange, and cognac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNmrcyL-aFQ/TUSMezxCeoI/AAAAAAAABpc/VrmMKJyij3k/s1600/drunkbrownies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNmrcyL-aFQ/TUSMezxCeoI/AAAAAAAABpc/VrmMKJyij3k/s400/drunkbrownies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Click for bigger)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-1661784539070659007?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1661784539070659007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/tis-grand.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/1661784539070659007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/1661784539070659007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/tis-grand.html' title='Drunk Brownies'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNmrcyL-aFQ/TUSMezxCeoI/AAAAAAAABpc/VrmMKJyij3k/s72-c/drunkbrownies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381206584212463108.post-3356353052637167621</id><published>2011-01-28T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T12:32:28.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cox Communications</title><content type='html'>I enjoy chatting with my patients about where they work. I usually ask if they still like the company after working for them. It is nice to know how a large corporation treats their employees. Similarly, I ask restaurant employees if they'll still eat at the restaurant they work at after seeing what goes on behind the scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I met a nice young lady who worked for Cox Communications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her, "Do you still like Cox?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god she had a sense of humor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-3356353052637167621?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3356353052637167621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/cox-communications.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/3356353052637167621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/3356353052637167621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/cox-communications.html' title='Cox Communications'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-6050093556425739243</id><published>2011-01-20T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:05:43.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazon</title><content type='html'>I met a nice old couple who worked for Amazon.com's shipping center during the Christmas season. They joked that Amazon sold "everything from bibles to dildos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked them which one they sold more of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dildos, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming that people don't wear out their bibles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-6050093556425739243?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6050093556425739243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/batteries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/6050093556425739243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/6050093556425739243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/batteries.html' title='Amazon'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-9090530772931552099</id><published>2011-01-12T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T18:11:19.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward</title><content type='html'>If someone tells you that she hasn't seen her boyfriend in two years, you should assume that he is in the military. You should not assume that the restraining order is up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-9090530772931552099?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/9090530772931552099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-im-awkward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/9090530772931552099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/9090530772931552099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-im-awkward.html' title='Awkward'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-6858576688109671613</id><published>2011-01-06T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:40:45.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>My two-year-old is a fountain of questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were visiting with Grandma Gin and he wanted to know about a rock that was on her bookshelf. "What's that rock doin' Grandma?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained that it was a rock that is called tuff. &lt;br /&gt;"What tuff?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained that tuff forms during volcanic eruptions.&lt;br /&gt;"What that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained that volcanoes are openings in the earth that allow lava to escape, sometimes in a large explosion.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained that sometimes there aren't enough virgins to sacrifice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-6858576688109671613?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6858576688109671613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/conversation-with-grandma-gin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/6858576688109671613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/6858576688109671613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/conversation-with-grandma-gin.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-4487520558379021697</id><published>2011-01-05T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:46:34.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless</title><content type='html'>My Super Power: No matter what I'm cooking, I always arrive in the kitchen seconds before the timer goes off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-4487520558379021697?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4487520558379021697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/useless.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/4487520558379021697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/4487520558379021697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/useless.html' title='Useless'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-3179186491563352431</id><published>2011-01-04T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:56:58.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Cucumber</title><content type='html'>I love PostSecret.com. It is a project where people anonymously mail in their secrets, in the form of post cards. Some of the secrets are posted on the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was at the grocery store, and while I was selecting a cucumber I remembered a secret I had seen posted earlier this week: &lt;i&gt;"When I'm grocering falic vegetables I'm always afraid people think I'm choosing them by size to use as sex toys."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled mischievously without meaning to, contemplating the silliness of the secret, and selected the biggest and most phallic cucumber of all. Then, still half smiling to myself, I glanced up and accidentally made eye-contact with some guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe my expression was entirely misinterpreted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-3179186491563352431?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3179186491563352431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-cucumbers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/3179186491563352431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/3179186491563352431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-cucumbers.html' title='Big Cucumber'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-8540770205085969541</id><published>2011-01-03T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:33:30.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation</title><content type='html'>My husband didn't get me a birthday present. He says that he didn't know what to get me, because the only thing I like are chickens and we definitely have enough of those (this is a point that I might argue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, he complained that he has scrawny chicken legs. I reminded him that I like chickens, and his scrawny chicken legs are only reason I married him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-8540770205085969541?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8540770205085969541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/8540770205085969541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/8540770205085969541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/conversation.html' title='Conversation'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. La Brat</name><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-6381206584212463108.post-8262062257583988501</id><published>2011-01-01T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T20:09:03.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I intend to get in shape. I want to work up to a half marathon. I think I can do that in a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to learn to be laid back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to spend less money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also intend to add to this list...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381206584212463108-8262062257583988501?l=chickenmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8262062257583988501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/8262062257583988501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381206584212463108/posts/default/8262062257583988501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickenmomma.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>J Trixx a.k.a. 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