<?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-9459884.post8376384393756185299..comments</id><updated>2009-05-20T15:25:26.761-04:00</updated><category term='Stuff and junk'/><category term='wasps'/><category term='stings'/><category term='Health and fitness'/><category term='Random animals'/><category term='cthulhu t-shirts'/><category term='Language police'/><category term='Should have been on the farm blog'/><category term='meat'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Random crap'/><category term='movies'/><category term='SAD facts'/><category term='comics'/><category term='hornets'/><category term='fast food'/><category term='In the news'/><category term='Caution - venting gasses'/><category term='vent'/><category term='Yard and garden'/><category term='Vermin'/><category term='Thrifty Thoughts'/><category term='low carb'/><category term='Hammers and nails and paint oh my'/><category term='Caprine'/><category term='Dieting sucks'/><category term='kfc double down'/><category term='People watching'/><category term='fathead fan'/><category term='minimal footwear'/><category term='FDA bull'/><category term='dumpster diving'/><category term='School issues'/><category term='AHA bull'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='internet memes'/><category term='funny t-shirts'/><category term='fangirl'/><category term='carnivore'/><category term='home improvement'/><category term='The job of motherhood'/><category term='Poultry'/><category term='School days'/><category term='Porcine'/><category term='Snakes'/><category term='meat t-shirts'/><category term='tom naughton'/><category term='Adventures in farming'/><category term='Childhood obesity'/><category term='paleo'/><category term='Special needs'/><category term='Cute brood pics'/><category term='yellowjackets'/><title type='text'>Comments on Thrifty Mom in a Consumer World: What did *I* do over Spring Break?  Lemme TELL ya ...</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethriftymom.hill-liles.com/feeds/8376384393756185299/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9459884/8376384393756185299/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriftymom.hill-liles.com/2009/04/what-did-i-do-over-spring-break-lemme.htm'/><author><name>MrsEvilGenius</name><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/_gZhxSgZqs7Q/SjoOhXTVqaI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Za5g0KCeEYU/S220/mangaavatnew.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459884.post-7430613803682727241</id><published>2009-05-20T15:25:26.761-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:25:26.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When my oldest son was 10 we were camping at a fam...</title><content type='html'>When my oldest son was 10 we were camping at a family reunion. I was in trying to nurse my 10 month old daughter to sleep for a nap when my sister poked her head in and said, "DS is hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DS is always hurt," I replied because he is a drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me the baby and put your shoes on!" she barked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhmmm......sis never gets agitated. I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I got close to the lakeshore, I could see my cousin, knee deep in water, running for the shore holding my unconscious child. I went to get the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I had pulled around, DS was awake and my hubby was holding him. He yelled for me to get in back, handed the boy onto my lap, and jumped into the driver's seat. Then he starts speeding, literally like 90 mph toward the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhmmmm.....the hubby never drives like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I drive?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." comes the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you have to slow down. You're going too fast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're gonna have to trust me on this one," he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhmmmm.....there is something he is not telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I examine the boy and find only the 1 inch gash on the top of his head, which is bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the hospital, and the hubby goes in and talks to the intake people leaving me alone to get a big, woozy 10 year old boy out of the car and into the ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only after they had taken the boy into an examining room does hubby spill the beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boat anchor had glanced off a reef in the lake, shot all the way up in the air, fully extended on it's 30 ft. rope, and come back down to smack the boy on the top of the head. All 17 pounds of it. From 30 feet up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he fell out of the seat, out cold, hubby was pretty sure he was dead, but didn't want to scare the other kids. When he came to, hubby figured he was losing brain matter out the top of his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy had a concussion, needed 7 stitches to close up the gash on the head, and lost his memory of about 6 weeks before the accident and about a week after. &lt;br /&gt;He's a lucky little buggar.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9459884/8376384393756185299/comments/default/7430613803682727241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9459884/8376384393756185299/comments/default/7430613803682727241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriftymom.hill-liles.com/2009/04/what-did-i-do-over-spring-break-lemme.htm?showComment=1242847526761#c7430613803682727241' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><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://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://thethriftymom.hill-liles.com/2009/04/what-did-i-do-over-spring-break-lemme.htm' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459884.post-8376384393756185299' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9459884/posts/default/8376384393756185299' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-984765084'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459884.post-8980279122710716138</id><published>2009-04-10T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:37:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!  Glad he's going to be okay!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You mig...</title><content type='html'>Yikes!  Glad he's going to be okay!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;You might remember that my little Connor broke his leg when he was 10 1/2 months old.  We took him to the ER and waited for HOURS.  I didn't cry until I saw the x-ray, and that was only because I hated knowing how much pain my little baby boy was experiencing.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9459884/8376384393756185299/comments/default/8980279122710716138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9459884/8376384393756185299/comments/default/8980279122710716138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriftymom.hill-liles.com/2009/04/what-did-i-do-over-spring-break-lemme.htm?showComment=1239370620000#c8980279122710716138' title=''/><author><name>moonduster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01595020500346331076</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/_f3V9sDammFY/SV8qTn_Pv8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/lsVjfXoqXO8/S220/Becky+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://thethriftymom.hill-liles.com/2009/04/what-did-i-do-over-spring-break-lemme.htm' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459884.post-8376384393756185299' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9459884/posts/default/8376384393756185299' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-642287458'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459884.post-1515878948658435954</id><published>2009-04-10T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:39:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad Fiver is ok. Perhaps besides reinforcing calm...</title><content type='html'>Glad Fiver is ok. Perhaps besides reinforcing calm reactions to emergencies, you will also stress urgency of calm action when there is blood involved. Your stories are so vivid, I can picture all of that in my mind's eye. Glad the family is on the mend. -UncleFrog</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9459884/8376384393756185299/comments/default/1515878948658435954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9459884/8376384393756185299/comments/default/1515878948658435954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethriftymom.hill-liles.com/2009/04/what-did-i-do-over-spring-break-lemme.htm?showComment=1239367140000#c1515878948658435954' title=''/><author><name>UncleFrog</name><uri>http://www.unclefrog.net</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://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://thethriftymom.hill-liles.com/2009/04/what-did-i-do-over-spring-break-lemme.htm' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459884.post-8376384393756185299' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9459884/posts/default/8376384393756185299' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-563959371'/></entry></feed>
