<?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-35381816</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:37:30.687-05:00</updated><category term='moody'/><category term='HATE LIFE'/><category term='doom and gloom'/><category term='spooky'/><title type='text'>Smart Hippos + Slow Hares</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a place I can talk about my days as a US Sailor's Wife (and anything else that catches my attention).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynnedayle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35381816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynnedayle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16501262286067485636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSuf6rhLC3k/TD1ELQXe2yI/AAAAAAAAAYA/uzms7C_qTl0/S220/009+(2).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35381816.post-3634390105270300443</id><published>2011-06-12T17:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T17:41:12.666-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spooky'/><title type='text'>June 12 2010</title><content type='html'>I keep seeing things out of the corner of my eyes.  When I turn my head there is usually something there that explains what I saw... but it's not the same thing I 'saw'.  It's hard to explain.  It's starting to freak me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35381816-3634390105270300443?l=marilynnedayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynnedayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3634390105270300443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35381816&amp;postID=3634390105270300443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35381816/posts/default/3634390105270300443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35381816/posts/default/3634390105270300443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynnedayle.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-12-2010.html' title='June 12 2010'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16501262286067485636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSuf6rhLC3k/TD1ELQXe2yI/AAAAAAAAAYA/uzms7C_qTl0/S220/009+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35381816.post-3690406611618193570</id><published>2011-06-07T21:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:12:05.521-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doom and gloom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HATE LIFE'/><title type='text'>Starting Again</title><content type='html'>I greatly dislike where my life is right now.  It just plain sucks.  There's a number of reasons why this could be such as: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) My husband has been deployed for five months and I'm in the homestretch now.&lt;br /&gt;(2) My last day of work is next week from a company I have been with for three years.&lt;br /&gt;(3) I'm bored and feel stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go much into the details about my husband's deployment, can't really anyway while it's still going on.  Just know that it has at one time put a huge financial burden on me because sometimes shit just happens when they're out of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The employment is enjoyable on days when the ratio of two and three-year olds who actually napped to how many minutes the last child was picked up late for the fiftieth-millionth time this year is at least 7:0 and not 0:15.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I miss it?  Wouldn't you, after putting three years of your weekday afternoons in a room with a bunch of cranky preschoolers?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, right.  What I mean to say is wouldn't you, after playing with, hugging, applying bandaids, reinforcing colors and numbers, teaching them how to use a paintbrush and then watch them 'graduate' to Kindergarten after they started with you when they were two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things I won't miss, things that while curious and snoop-worthy are not for the internet.  Not that I could tell you the entire story anyway because I'm just afternoon staff and not privy to a lot of the details I'd like to be... which may or may not be one of the things I won't miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as being bored it's from exhausting the avenue of television and finding something that can keep me occupied for more than ten seconds.  I may have developed ADHD while my husband has been gone.  Undiagnosed, however, so it's not for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how to turn this funky, stanky, dark, gray mood around although I need to.  I worked out today, to try to fight the emotional demons I've been fighting for weeks.  Is it successful if you throw up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, the house is getting some TLC.  And sometime within the next two days I'd like to go and get some proper summer attire.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping the snowball effect takes hold because I sure as hell won't have the stamina to keep going without something happening in my favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35381816-3690406611618193570?l=marilynnedayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynnedayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3690406611618193570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35381816&amp;postID=3690406611618193570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35381816/posts/default/3690406611618193570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35381816/posts/default/3690406611618193570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynnedayle.blogspot.com/2011/06/starting-again.html' title='Starting Again'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16501262286067485636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSuf6rhLC3k/TD1ELQXe2yI/AAAAAAAAAYA/uzms7C_qTl0/S220/009+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
