<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post1183956497507849511..comments</id><updated>2009-11-12T21:32:13.390-05:00</updated><category term='summary judgments'/><category term='Rebel Yelling Mom'/><category term='organization'/><category term='books'/><category term='the past is prologue'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='charts and graphs'/><category term='My Issues'/><category term='Dave'/><category term='way down south'/><category term='Mindy Next Door'/><category term='Things I Love Thursday'/><category term='Australia'/><category term='it&apos;s a brave new world'/><category term='elementary school'/><category term='physically phhht'/><category term='basement'/><category term='chores'/><category term='pets'/><category term='Hank'/><category term='linguistical'/><category term='Yardwork'/><category term='Frenemy Neighbor'/><category term='frugal shopping'/><category term='room mom'/><category term='cocktails'/><category term='Fancy Land'/><category term='grooming behaviors'/><category term='kids'/><category term='North Carolina'/><category term='travels'/><category term='TV'/><category term='the whole boob situation'/><category term='Normal Neighbor'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='etiquette'/><category term='Conspiracy Guy'/><category term='Target'/><category term='politics'/><category term='OMG'/><category term='blogging about blogging'/><category term='hijinks'/><category term='Crafty'/><category term='toys'/><category term='Vanuatu'/><category term='Fun Toy Flursday'/><category term='playmates'/><category term='Steppin&apos; Out'/><category term='Decorating'/><category term='Pretty Neighbor'/><category term='Amy'/><category term='Laura'/><category term='food'/><category term='Works for Me Wednesday'/><category term='Matt'/><category term='List Lovin&apos;'/><category term='bedscape'/><category term='Grandparents'/><category term='My Crazy Neighbors'/><category term='Hospitality'/><category term='finery'/><title type='text'>Comments on Suburban Matron: The Scene in My Front Yard</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/feeds/1183956497507849511/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517252487552392654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ypn3CTPTMSI/TzAONz9LRrI/AAAAAAAABN8/BGXXSzo6HTk/s220/me%2Bbw%2Bcrop.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-2072635933128706883</id><published>2009-11-12T21:32:13.390-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:32:13.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a hard time backing out of my driveway sobe...</title><content type='html'>I have a hard time backing out of my driveway sober, with no rain.  And it&amp;#39;s much shorter than yours! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, the neighbor&amp;#39;s kid had a hard time too.  Crunch, he went, right into my car, this weekend.  Lovely. Given my skill set, though, I was totally empathetic.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/2072635933128706883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/2072635933128706883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html?showComment=1258079533390#c2072635933128706883' title=''/><author><name>A Lawyer Mom's Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487040434589941351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B46l1E-7fm0/ShZDoh_8BOI/AAAAAAAABlE/jQeDg35r8XA/S220/lawyermom.matisse.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1183956497507849511' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/posts/default/1183956497507849511' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-931257957'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-6225705429958321478</id><published>2009-11-12T09:17:00.591-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:17:00.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My parents have a driveway that trips people up.  ...</title><content type='html'>My parents have a driveway that trips people up.  My Daddy actually placed reflectors on all the trees to avoid people ending up in the front yard.  It sort of looks like a landing strip when you are heading out at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ Ron!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/6225705429958321478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/6225705429958321478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html?showComment=1258035420591#c6225705429958321478' title=''/><author><name>danajk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262465137225394325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vtvPN-9DLc/SjAhPcjraII/AAAAAAAAB2Y/wghpad5auWo/S220/cropped+11+anniversary.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1183956497507849511' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/posts/default/1183956497507849511' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-305142022'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-5231072809847271405</id><published>2009-11-11T18:43:03.372-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:43:03.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We use that &amp;quot;tits on a boar hog&amp;quot; express...</title><content type='html'>We use that &amp;quot;tits on a boar hog&amp;quot; expression in family too. I learned it at my mother&amp;#39;s knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Matt brought me a large-sized Wendy&amp;#39;s fries. Goodness! I ate a few and then had him move it to the other side of the table where I couldn&amp;#39;t reach. So, crisis averted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the tow truck did get the car off our lawn, and it looks pretty bad, but it&amp;#39;s still too wet to really tell.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/5231072809847271405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/5231072809847271405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html?showComment=1257982983372#c5231072809847271405' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517252487552392654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AYESvw7RKj8/SKTmsHBpKgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/MFQp0CmjgQw/S220/bday+me2.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1183956497507849511' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/posts/default/1183956497507849511' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-241917095'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-6943113904835220716</id><published>2009-11-11T18:03:57.635-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:03:57.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you eat the fries or not?  I&amp;#39;m always doin...</title><content type='html'>Did you eat the fries or not?  I&amp;#39;m always doing a Scarlet&amp;#39;s, &amp;quot;Tomorrow is another day&amp;quot; after I&amp;#39;ve eaten the fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry you&amp;#39;re experiencing the effects of dear IDA.  She left quite a bit of rain in this area also.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/6943113904835220716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/6943113904835220716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html?showComment=1257980637635#c6943113904835220716' title=''/><author><name>kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394593389580687030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1183956497507849511' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/posts/default/1183956497507849511' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-650057681'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-7824402415975041576</id><published>2009-11-11T14:27:12.756-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:27:12.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I swear umbrellas are about as useless a...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I swear umbrellas are about as useless as _______. I was gonna say tits on a boar hog, but you can add your own fun phrase. But I swear they get you wetter with all the drippage and shaking than you would&amp;#39;ve been without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I turn part cat when it rains and I can&amp;#39;t stand for any part of me to get wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So your description of the trash can and wet cardboard box stuff was making me cringe! Wet kleenex-Agh!!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/7824402415975041576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/7824402415975041576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html?showComment=1257967632756#c7824402415975041576' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12346270516836690158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08294014061306235657'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eDzBBO9_1RE/SSQ323gzV5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ff30az7gDI8/S220/November+2008+001.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1183956497507849511' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/posts/default/1183956497507849511' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-2010607088'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-4165039226875888963</id><published>2009-11-11T09:50:35.334-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:50:35.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I really feel for the artist guy.  I am a failure ...</title><content type='html'>I really feel for the artist guy.  I am a failure at backing out of curvy driveways.  Even in daylight and dry pavement.  Several of my sons&amp;#39; friends have curvy driveways and I drop them off at the bottom saying, &amp;quot;I can&amp;#39;t do driveways so here you go.&amp;quot;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/4165039226875888963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/4165039226875888963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html?showComment=1257951035334#c4165039226875888963' title=''/><author><name>Michele Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030846420862437581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fv3vyJ7Y3p4/SiNQeSvqvwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LhN6dlT2tM4/S220/face.bmp'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1183956497507849511' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/posts/default/1183956497507849511' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1410672914'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1173042013371429104</id><published>2009-11-11T08:53:42.982-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:53:42.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can&amp;#39;t leave the house to put the garbage can...</title><content type='html'>I can&amp;#39;t leave the house to put the garbage cans on the curb without at least one little helper!  I just don&amp;#39;t see the fascination with having to go EVERYWHERE Mommy goes. I&amp;#39;ll probably miss it when they grow up and don&amp;#39;t like me anymore!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/1173042013371429104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/1173042013371429104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html?showComment=1257947622982#c1173042013371429104' title=''/><author><name>Ginny Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579981666900022792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14957738833027397276'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFl--imHh3g/SgHKWN--s4I/AAAAAAAAAbs/v6DXo_Ax8ZA/S220/Ginny+Marie.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1183956497507849511' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/posts/default/1183956497507849511' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1616721826'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-7606028503627805595</id><published>2009-11-11T08:26:12.366-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:26:12.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do post the letter from the HOA, because I am all ...</title><content type='html'>Do post the letter from the HOA, because I am all about irritating those with sullen scraps of power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m still laughing about &amp;quot;Mama, why are you doing that?&amp;quot; -- I can just PICTURE it, the umbrella, the mud... oh, law.  Hoo-ee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen, I love your mama makin&amp;#39; up a big pot o java for all the company soon to arrive.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/7606028503627805595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/7606028503627805595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html?showComment=1257945972366#c7606028503627805595' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331709146988974058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___W6og8fDLw/SqWhTeXKaYI/AAAAAAAAABA/YcVw1ZYU3eI/S220/icon.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1183956497507849511' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/posts/default/1183956497507849511' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-648005049'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-2518709552992631861</id><published>2009-11-11T07:43:50.847-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:43:50.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Step away from the Wendys. That is like eating a w...</title><content type='html'>Step away from the Wendys. That is like eating a weeks worth of points.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/2518709552992631861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/2518709552992631861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html?showComment=1257943430847#c2518709552992631861' title=''/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14995260386315141412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03060151308174369280'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ommJ8ObgxJI/SUFZqWoiGgI/AAAAAAAABXA/GvHayUtmstk/S220/avatar(2).jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1183956497507849511' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/posts/default/1183956497507849511' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1653719673'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-7408779553315239391</id><published>2009-11-11T07:08:31.597-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:08:31.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my Crocs with the fur...sorry about your ya...</title><content type='html'>I love my Crocs with the fur...sorry about your yard =( I was trying to think of something clever to add here, too early in the morning for that.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/7408779553315239391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/7408779553315239391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html?showComment=1257941311597#c7408779553315239391' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658627678879503495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17150255389450379335'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Rf64_XHGFI/SUl5jipqIZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/tcrf0fZWKsc/S220/n33000913_35883365_6813.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1183956497507849511' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/posts/default/1183956497507849511' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-82194835'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-2705964865860496369</id><published>2009-11-11T06:57:25.643-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:57:25.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds like a perfect day.</title><content type='html'>Sounds like a perfect day.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/2705964865860496369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/2705964865860496369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html?showComment=1257940645643#c2705964865860496369' title=''/><author><name>The Dental Maven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138994376843845343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vAusYxjkZE8/SQt1Fx2y57I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ag-kyJsT_wA/S220/Maven+Cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1183956497507849511' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/posts/default/1183956497507849511' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-969079626'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-4402889266993302492</id><published>2009-11-11T02:52:45.126-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:52:45.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I grew up right at the curve of a rather busy Ranc...</title><content type='html'>I grew up right at the curve of a rather busy Ranch Road. Every time it iced up, we&amp;#39;d end up with three or four cars stuck in our yard. Mama would just make a big pot of coffee in the morning to prepare. But the Wendy&amp;#39;s idea is far more satisfying.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/4402889266993302492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/4402889266993302492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html?showComment=1257925965126#c4402889266993302492' title=''/><author><name>gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00952840544630534206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CKQ4fS9qMk/Sh2N-NazhsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1aesEVU45DM/S220/fireisland5.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1183956497507849511' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/posts/default/1183956497507849511' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-2102491834'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1329146760856814305</id><published>2009-11-11T01:45:23.363-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:45:23.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah. Your grass is going to suck! Hope it&amp;#39;s n...</title><content type='html'>Woah. Your grass is going to suck! Hope it&amp;#39;s not too bad!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/1329146760856814305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/1329146760856814305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html?showComment=1257921923363#c1329146760856814305' title=''/><author><name>Mad Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596650736290691630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbqzNMVUFWg/ScLKakGEA9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/YOUaEHICzJg/S220/header_ver2.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1183956497507849511' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/posts/default/1183956497507849511' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-259986601'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-8503411403480997951</id><published>2009-11-11T01:16:36.372-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:16:36.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my goodness; what a night! And you totally crac...</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness; what a night! And you totally crack me up :) Next time I bet you&amp;#39;ll buy the unlined crocs.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/8503411403480997951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/8503411403480997951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html?showComment=1257920196372#c8503411403480997951' title=''/><author><name>A Day That is Dessert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10387890066375679646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYohiDcmIqc/SjXuxjZhpoI/AAAAAAAAEi4/MIjJ30kd5IA/S220/20090613_self+portrait_9999_11.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1183956497507849511' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/posts/default/1183956497507849511' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1714217105'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-6539320402310702309</id><published>2009-11-11T00:23:42.589-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:23:42.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! Exciting events in the cul-de-sac. In that du...</title><content type='html'>Wow! Exciting events in the cul-de-sac. In that dude&amp;#39;s defense, I will say that backing down your driveway IS tricky. And it is amazing that he didn&amp;#39;t hit the big box thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the damage isn&amp;#39;t too terrible. Be sure to post any notices you get from the HOA, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the description of you and Hank taking out the bin. Very slapstick!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/6539320402310702309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/6539320402310702309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html?showComment=1257917022589#c6539320402310702309' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07969357513275063157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03484010577200666723'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPDyhl8B4eY/SKVxRxHBvbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Y9zXDSWKDJ8/S220/Misc+and+Hawaii+08+036.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1183956497507849511' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/posts/default/1183956497507849511' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-167594357'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-7251785546294721551</id><published>2009-11-10T23:51:18.576-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:51:18.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy geez. I hope the situation has been resolved....</title><content type='html'>Holy geez. I hope the situation has been resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also hope you got your Wendy&amp;#39;s fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m in a glass case of emotion!&amp;quot;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/7251785546294721551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/1183956497507849511/comments/default/7251785546294721551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html?showComment=1257915078576#c7251785546294721551' title=''/><author><name>Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526228213366026025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FyhRKdQGWoY/SZtQDeT139I/AAAAAAAAAX0/i_E-_f0Yg14/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbanmatron.com/2009/11/scene-in-my-front-yard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6328138894440374230.post-1183956497507849511' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6328138894440374230/posts/default/1183956497507849511' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-600346455'/></entry></feed>
