<?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-5576535971711647892</id><updated>2011-12-16T05:38:33.119-08:00</updated><category term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Hear What They See</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RPJ</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576535971711647892.post-5574083391040579447</id><published>2008-12-25T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:01:07.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve in the ER</title><content type='html'>OK, I have officially experienced one of those moments as a parent when you don&amp;#39;t know what you&amp;#39;re supposed to do because you just can&amp;#39;t think and you know you should be able to think but you can&amp;#39;t because your child is screaming bloody murder and you feel ready to murder someone but you realize then that you&amp;#39;d have to murder yourself because you&amp;#39;re the reason your child is screaming.We had a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576535971711647892-5574083391040579447?l=botton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/feeds/5574083391040579447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve-in-er.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/5574083391040579447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/5574083391040579447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve-in-er.html' title='Christmas Eve in the ER'/><author><name>RPJ</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-5576535971711647892.post-1680283700206432514</id><published>2008-11-15T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:01:07.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Sick &amp; Tired</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ve managed to get sick. Again. I believe this is my 8th cold this year, and the year ain&amp;#39;t over yet! I might still be able to catch 4 more colds and get my average to one a month. Yeehaw. There&amp;#39;s something to strive for.I find it unbelievable to look at the calendar and see NOVEMBER at the top. And then I run my finger along the box of days and it&amp;#39;s the 15th, for crying out loud. How can this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576535971711647892-1680283700206432514?l=botton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/feeds/1680283700206432514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/1680283700206432514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/1680283700206432514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick-tired.html' title='Sick &amp;amp; Tired'/><author><name>RPJ</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-5576535971711647892.post-3824079985012207319</id><published>2008-10-28T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:01:07.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>The Putz of Stress</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m supposed to write in a journal for my health. It&amp;#39;s something my doctor told me could help with The Stress. I love writing that. The. Stress. Like it has its own mass, lungs and a brain. Feelings that may get hurt if I&amp;#39;m not careful about how I address it. &amp;quot;Good evening everyone, I&amp;#39;d like to introduce you to my intimate friend, The Stress.&amp;quot; It seems ridiculous, really, like some joke that my&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576535971711647892-3824079985012207319?l=botton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/feeds/3824079985012207319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2008/10/putz-of-stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/3824079985012207319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/3824079985012207319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2008/10/putz-of-stress.html' title='The Putz of Stress'/><author><name>RPJ</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-5576535971711647892.post-2062494738816493445</id><published>2008-10-12T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:01:07.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Do's &amp; Don'ts</title><content type='html'>Friends of ours were married last weekend. I didn&amp;#39;t go to the ceremony but I went today to the reception at China Camp on the bay. It was a beautiful day, one of those Bay Area autumn days of avid sun and a breeze coming in off the bay so you&amp;#39;re always wondering when you&amp;#39;re going to feel too hot or too cold but you never do because the temperature regulates itself. The newlyweds are quite the&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576535971711647892-2062494738816493445?l=botton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/feeds/2062494738816493445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-don.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/2062494738816493445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/2062494738816493445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-don.html' title='Do&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; Don&amp;#39;ts'/><author><name>RPJ</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-5576535971711647892.post-3615198959218027310</id><published>2008-10-11T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:01:07.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Resurrection</title><content type='html'>Over a year and I dare to show my blogging face again.Amazing how much everything changes, the turns life takes, the time that passes...only to find I&amp;#39;ve really not gone very far in the scheme of things.It&amp;#39;s nigh on 3:00 in the morning. I should be sleeping, but I got all in a twist as I got a bee in my bonnet to look at my blog, imagining that perhaps it had disappeared altogether. It hadn&amp;#39;t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576535971711647892-3615198959218027310?l=botton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/feeds/3615198959218027310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2008/10/resurrection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/3615198959218027310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/3615198959218027310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2008/10/resurrection.html' title='Resurrection'/><author><name>RPJ</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-5576535971711647892.post-4065236304525310573</id><published>2007-07-03T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:01:07.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Nummy for the Tummy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Gretchen&amp;#39;s 5 month birthday. To celebrate, we fed her her first solid food. OK, I don&amp;#39;t know how solid it was, since it was rice cereal that was pretty runny. But it was a milestone. And it made me sad. She&amp;#39;s no longer a purely breastfed baby. She&amp;#39;s now onto the big leagues. My lil baby is getting bigger...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576535971711647892-4065236304525310573?l=botton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/feeds/4065236304525310573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2007/07/nummy-for-tummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/4065236304525310573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/4065236304525310573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2007/07/nummy-for-tummy.html' title='Nummy for the Tummy'/><author><name>RPJ</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-5576535971711647892.post-7712339514286047176</id><published>2007-06-20T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:01:07.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>sha-BOW-WOW-WOW-WOWNG</title><content type='html'>Ya. That&amp;#39;s right. That&amp;#39;s sound my head is making trying to recognize fact that I&amp;#39;m back to work. Ho.Lee.Ca.Ow.Training has begun. I am in the mix. I am 1 of 15 interns in training to become insurance agents. Ya. That&amp;#39;s right. I do know how utterly boring and suburban that sounds (not like saying I&amp;#39;m in training to become the next Mrs. America or beekeeper or some such...insurance agent, so...so..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576535971711647892-7712339514286047176?l=botton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/feeds/7712339514286047176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2007/06/sha-bow-wow-wow-wowng.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/7712339514286047176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/7712339514286047176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2007/06/sha-bow-wow-wow-wowng.html' title='sha-BOW-WOW-WOW-WOWNG'/><author><name>RPJ</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-5576535971711647892.post-196952742590364431</id><published>2007-06-17T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:01:07.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Caught between the Scylla and Charybidis</title><content type='html'>The past month has flown. I cannot believe 6 months have passed since I let work. And now I will be heading back on Monday. Back to the same company but to a new job. I&amp;#39;ll be starting training on Monday to become an insurance agent for the company I have worked for most of my adult life. My mom has been an agent for 20 years and will be retiring next February. She took over part of her dad&amp;#39;s book&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576535971711647892-196952742590364431?l=botton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/feeds/196952742590364431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2007/06/caught-between-scylla-and-charybidis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/196952742590364431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/196952742590364431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2007/06/caught-between-scylla-and-charybidis.html' title='Caught between the Scylla and Charybidis'/><author><name>RPJ</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-5576535971711647892.post-7433292036704348223</id><published>2007-05-08T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:01:07.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Baby in a Bucket</title><content type='html'>We are apparently having a heat wave. My child does not understand the whole &amp;quot;heat&amp;quot; thing and was a grumpus of the highest order yesterday. We were both hot and sticky and breast feeding was a chore and just made us hotter and stickier. I couldn&amp;#39;t get Gretchen to go down for a nap. I think she was too uncomfortable. My dad called and invited us over for dinner, so Gretchen and I hopped in the car&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576535971711647892-7433292036704348223?l=botton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/feeds/7433292036704348223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2007/05/baby-in-bucket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/7433292036704348223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/7433292036704348223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2007/05/baby-in-bucket.html' title='Baby in a Bucket'/><author><name>RPJ</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-5576535971711647892.post-1026876088413027255</id><published>2007-04-28T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:01:07.047-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Mama's Girl</title><content type='html'>Gretchen has been getting so much better. The crying has eased off, she smiles at me all the time. She&amp;#39;s becoming a mama&amp;#39;s girl, which I suppose is normal considering she spends every waking hour with me. I realized last night how hard it is going to be to go back to work. It hit me like a two-ton buffalo. I woke up at 2:45 in the a.m. to pump and I couldn&amp;#39;t get back to sleep. I just lay there in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576535971711647892-1026876088413027255?l=botton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/feeds/1026876088413027255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2007/04/mama-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/1026876088413027255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576535971711647892/posts/default/1026876088413027255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botton.blogspot.com/2007/04/mama-girl.html' title='Mama&amp;#39;s Girl'/><author><name>RPJ</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></feed>
