<?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-18751784.post8787533914335254827..comments</id><updated>2009-11-09T08:35:52.137-08:00</updated><category term='portraits of an economy'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='Scarlett my looooooove'/><category term='spare some change'/><category term='This and that'/><category term='FAQ'/><category term='chic of the week'/><category term='books'/><category term='if hal was a designer he&apos;d be &quot;virile wang&quot;'/><category term='my mom is not &quot;like that&quot;'/><category term='XXVIII'/><category term='Happpppppppy New Year'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='how positively postmodern'/><category term='GGC Loves Uncle Frank'/><category term='article of the week'/><category term='girl&apos;s gone wilde'/><category term='guest-posters with the mosters'/><category term='I love him so much I could puke'/><category term='Happy Valentines Day'/><category term='someone should hire me as my so-called life&apos;s publicist'/><category term='HostSecret'/><category term='memes'/><category term='True Mom Confessions'/><category term='web-dork humor'/><category term='obama for president'/><category term='meredith&apos;s vagina'/><category term='SMA'/><category term='books for children advice for adults'/><category term='terrible twosday'/><category term='&apos;ists'/><category term='baby names'/><category term='gone style'/><category term='TMI'/><category term='Best of 2009'/><category term='letters'/><category term='mix tape'/><category term='my grandma is a rock star'/><category term='photoetry'/><category term='featured'/><category term='Baby TV'/><category term='really bad calls'/><category term='super tuesday'/><category term='PooPoo Haikus'/><category term='politics'/><category term='photo essays'/><category term='sunday snaps'/><category term='ggc fashion'/><category term='viva los angeles'/><category term='inside outside'/><category term='no good very bad week'/><category term='rockin&apos; down to rockabye'/><category term='eat well'/><category term='Fable Films'/><category term='friday night fashion'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='pregnant with twins'/><category term='halloween is good'/><category term='ggc films'/><category term='Photos of the Week'/><category term='sheNANNYgans'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='life story'/><category term='Track Tuesday'/><category term='beautiful life'/><category term='palm trees are assholes'/><category term='Ists'/><category term='i love this babyname stuff'/><category term='I&apos;m a good mother'/><category term='Rockabye'/><category term='married life'/><title type='text'>Comments on Girl's Gone Child: Costumes</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/feeds/8787533914335254827/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>GIRL'S GONE CHILD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130764109593048451</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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/193/1600/ggcsample.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-3699845945929459294</id><published>2009-11-09T08:18:07.697-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:18:07.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanted to say that this post is EXACTLY wha...</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to say that this post is EXACTLY what I needed to read right now. Your blog, and your life, are truly inspiring, and to know that someone like you, someone who seems to have this all figured out, who seems to have exactly what she wants, could be just like me. Have the same fleeting doubts or moments of wondering. It&amp;#39;s comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m married, too (no kids yet) and I wonder from time to time what life would be like had I not gotten into a serious relationship with the man who would become my husband when I was 18. What it would&amp;#39;ve been like to live alone, to travel the country, to live wherever I wanted with no one and nothing to hold me back. But those thoughts are always so quick, so momentarily nostalgic, and then I realize how happy I truly am in my life. How much I can&amp;#39;t wait to have children with this man, how I can&amp;#39;t wait to make our future house a home and to do all the things we love, together. It&amp;#39;s hard to realize that such thoughts are NORMAL and healthy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/3699845945929459294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/3699845945929459294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1257783487697#c3699845945929459294' title=''/><author><name>Etsy Gems!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07926678774896433689</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='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UhVuZl39bxE/SIUUE_EScyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dK_F4zVM5lU/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1546078337'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-9088175247883298430</id><published>2009-11-02T10:04:13.303-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:04:13.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed a few posts and was backreading, and wow....</title><content type='html'>I missed a few posts and was backreading, and wow.  I really f*ing needed to read this.  There are days lately when I look at my life and think &amp;quot;what the hell?&amp;quot;  How did I get to being 25, a housewife, considering starting a family??  But really, I&amp;#39;m not all that different, the circumstances are.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/9088175247883298430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/9088175247883298430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1257185053303#c9088175247883298430' title=''/><author><name>Kalee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746233349847124744</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='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MTnXiDyCxjE/SrOEg_Y51BI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Dxrfyo9H44g/S220/DSC03238.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1042595860'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-3841264373963803084</id><published>2009-10-30T14:28:13.580-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:28:13.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another wonderful piece of your writing.  The sent...</title><content type='html'>Another wonderful piece of your writing.  The sentiments are so very, very true for me.  Thank you.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/3841264373963803084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/3841264373963803084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256938093580#c3841264373963803084' title=''/><author><name>Monica</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://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1607745576'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-4655301946756546687</id><published>2009-10-28T14:58:12.798-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:58:12.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have these moments a lot. I get jealous of singl...</title><content type='html'>I have these moments a lot. I get jealous of single young girls. It&amp;#39;s sad and seems twisted, because mostly I love my live and my little boy, but somedays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/4655301946756546687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/4655301946756546687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256767092798#c4655301946756546687' title=''/><author><name>Liliana</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://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1875231383'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-7217635987648670093</id><published>2009-10-27T12:08:32.178-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:08:32.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i pass the airport on the way to the swanky mall. ...</title><content type='html'>i pass the airport on the way to the swanky mall.  &lt;i&gt;every time&lt;/i&gt;, i think that it would cost less to get on a plane and fly to california than i would spend on shop therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i have a revelation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is only $17 in my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need more alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad to know that this becomes more infrequent with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for sharing.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/7217635987648670093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/7217635987648670093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256670512178#c7217635987648670093' title=''/><author><name>freckletree.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02277829321822042967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724073026390771639'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lP-gQcuzAUQ/SpXVEnt0THI/AAAAAAAAA5E/HuobDlRLuGE/S220/holy+mom!+profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1989951454'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-6373622655763373554</id><published>2009-10-27T09:59:03.820-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:59:03.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing it, sister. 

Honestly, you just floor me. An...</title><content type='html'>Sing it, sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, you just floor me. And it&amp;#39;s not just that your thoughts echo mine, it&amp;#39;s that your writing is everything I aspire to. You&amp;#39;re *mumble, mumble* years younger than I, and you&amp;#39;re my freakin&amp;#39; hero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you&amp;#39;d make a great sexy witch.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/6373622655763373554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/6373622655763373554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256662743820#c6373622655763373554' title=''/><author><name>Shnerfle</name><uri>http://www.shnerfle.com/Shnerfle/Blog/Blog.html</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://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-887057052'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8687277263898935087</id><published>2009-10-27T07:30:50.722-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T07:30:50.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you look so much like your mama in that picture. b...</title><content type='html'>you look so much like your mama in that picture. beauty.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/8687277263898935087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/8687277263898935087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256653850722#c8687277263898935087' title=''/><author><name>mommymae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406553107143068551</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='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__A-UlImiROU/SoQ92KtNHFI/AAAAAAAAABM/KODkM1kPkxQ/S220/DSC_0410.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-189088929'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-5383080070011857274</id><published>2009-10-26T18:01:18.922-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:01:18.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is beautiful and oh-so-timely, as this is my ...</title><content type='html'>This is beautiful and oh-so-timely, as this is my son&amp;#39;s third Halloween, and as always I&amp;#39;m taking him to our town&amp;#39;s Halloween party/trunk-or-treat...but then, for the first time since his birth, I&amp;#39;m dropping him off at my mom&amp;#39;s and going out to get my dance and drink on in my &amp;quot;sexy airline pilot&amp;quot; costume (with my husband in an ever so classy &amp;quot;mile high club&amp;quot; t-shirt). Because dammit, I&amp;#39;m 23, and the fact that the world&amp;#39;s most adorable 2 1/2 year old calls me &amp;quot;Mommy&amp;quot; doesn&amp;#39;t mean I can&amp;#39;t occasionally act my age. ;-)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/5383080070011857274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/5383080070011857274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256605278922#c5383080070011857274' title=''/><author><name>Stacy</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://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1162841411'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2708940096997383949</id><published>2009-10-26T12:10:07.425-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:10:07.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have days where I long for my prechild life. Whe...</title><content type='html'>I have days where I long for my prechild life. Where I could just throw on shoes and run out the door in a minute, or drive all night to the beach, or spend the afternoon at a long lunch with friends... Then Moanna does something to crack me up and I remember that I had been waiting me entire life to become a mom</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/2708940096997383949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/2708940096997383949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256584207425#c2708940096997383949' title=''/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://memyselfandmommy.com</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://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-114335588'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-3519587250056646445</id><published>2009-10-26T09:36:51.111-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:36:51.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>great post...I was a go-go dancer before babies......</title><content type='html'>great post...I was a go-go dancer before babies...part of me misses the late nights/early mornings, and yes, the uncomfortable gogo boots, especially when I hear a great song. BUT...NOTHING replaces my babies, my family, my life right now...maybe someday I&amp;#39;ll go back, but I doubt it. Your babies are BEAUTIFUL BTW and I&amp;#39;m a fan of your blog, glad I found it! Melina AKA ~honeybird</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/3519587250056646445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/3519587250056646445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256575011111#c3519587250056646445' title=''/><author><name>Melina ~honeybird</name><uri>http://honeybird.typepad.com</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://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-972575017'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-5626789067239918370</id><published>2009-10-26T03:15:44.837-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T03:15:44.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I agree with Amy... you are certainly the only...</title><content type='html'>Hi, I agree with Amy... you are certainly the only woman out there who feels like that! I feel like that almost everyday... at 18, I was confident, dressed any which way I liked (comfort came first), I was hep, had loads of friends, did my hair in a cute way, and always laughed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I daresay, most of those things are missing... I guess I forgot what i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, then, you have all these lovely people in your life, whom you didn&amp;#39;t have when you were 18, and...well, somehow, it seems worth it.... to LOVE, and BE LOVED...that&amp;#39;s what it all boils down to.&lt;br /&gt;you sound really fun and amazing, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice blog!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/5626789067239918370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/5626789067239918370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256552144837#c5626789067239918370' title=''/><author><name>Jane Hamilton</name><uri>http://janeadlibitum.wordpress.com</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://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-766566423'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-4352724099060004900</id><published>2009-10-25T21:25:01.740-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:25:01.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>http://metrodad.typepad.com/index/2009/10/golden-h...</title><content type='html'>http://metrodad.typepad.com/index/2009/10/golden-handcuffs.html?cid=6a00d8341ca52f53ef0120a61f3468970b#comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a look from the other (male) side.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/4352724099060004900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/4352724099060004900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256531101740#c4352724099060004900' title=''/><author><name>Karen</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://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-680726981'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-5084847262736925387</id><published>2009-10-25T13:24:59.128-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:24:59.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I take solace in feeling superior to the women who...</title><content type='html'>I take solace in feeling superior to the women who didn&amp;#39;t figure out that THEY ARE TOO OLD FOR THAT LOOK! ahahahahaha. Having fun is one thing, looking as if you are out to lunch on the concept of maturing is quite another.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/5084847262736925387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/5084847262736925387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256502299128#c5084847262736925387' title=''/><author><name>Alyxherself</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://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1342018760'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-7671726873473695353</id><published>2009-10-25T09:51:15.119-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:51:15.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This post has really spoken to me, more than you p...</title><content type='html'>This post has really spoken to me, more than you probably know.  I have been having so many of the same thoughts flashing through my head, specifically with Halloween approaching.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found myself envious as well, in costume shops, watching girls younger than me pick out fishnet costumes-sexy witches, nurses, maids-and thinking &amp;quot;That used to be me,&amp;quot; but you know what? It never was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one of those &amp;quot;The grass is always greener on the other side&amp;quot; moments, I guess.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/7671726873473695353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/7671726873473695353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256489475119#c7671726873473695353' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09276912162049170768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14296582393496473046'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V5T8r8wS4n0/SgM7nbWZz-I/AAAAAAAAACE/7iaUO-6f5ds/S220/DSC_0005.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-63805667'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-5417249512595173439</id><published>2009-10-24T19:29:20.483-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T19:29:20.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a babysitter and go to a party!  It&amp;#39;s only...</title><content type='html'>Get a babysitter and go to a party!  It&amp;#39;s only once a year so you can indulge; no need to lament on what was lost.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/5417249512595173439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/5417249512595173439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256437760483#c5417249512595173439' title=''/><author><name>Lord Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934731375489388462</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.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-542503262'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-3449020936297626863</id><published>2009-10-24T16:47:35.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:47:35.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW, you are so eloquent.  I love reading your blo...</title><content type='html'>WOW, you are so eloquent.  I love reading your blog.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/3449020936297626863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/3449020936297626863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256428055004#c3449020936297626863' title=''/><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18382487365632425852</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/_VJ2MijBpPpE/SV6aEoZZ8pI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EuL4NU2ex7E/S220/081115_05.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1961266221'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-6517303999527890626</id><published>2009-10-24T14:08:08.985-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:08:08.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;quot;My plans to travel through my twenties, be f...</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;My plans to travel through my twenties, be free of commitment, live alone, host theme parties, excel at independence, shop with my girlfriends for Halloween costumes on early evening Wednesdays.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is a lot of our wants in our twenties (and many more). Me, being twenty-two: I also have dreams of traveling all around the world but, life doesn&amp;#39;t always go as planned and you don&amp;#39;t always get what you want. Maybe I will find ways to travel and maybe I won&amp;#39;t. Your twenties are said to be times of &amp;quot;self-discovery.&amp;quot; That I believe to be true, but; everyone&amp;#39;s life is different. We take different paths as you&amp;#39;ve written and you don&amp;#39;t always come out through the rabbit hole you expected to come out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn&amp;#39;t mean though that you can&amp;#39;t fix your life to add the things you miss just because you have children. I hope you find a balance to have both. Because as a woman, we all deserve to be happy. I&amp;#39;m not saying that you&amp;#39;re not, but I believe its okay to want it all, and to have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, Rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful post by the way. You always do it up (but of course)! ;o)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/6517303999527890626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/6517303999527890626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256418488985#c6517303999527890626' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.xanga.com/yourfavoritecynic</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://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1133260635'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-250492324865684682</id><published>2009-10-24T12:33:27.245-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:33:27.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My story is a little different and yet I totally r...</title><content type='html'>My story is a little different and yet I totally relate.  I waited until 34 to have my first baby.  I did all that &amp;quot;glamorous&amp;quot;  20-something stuff.  I traveled, went to grad school, lived in the lounges around Hollywood and Silverlake,  played being an &amp;quot;artist&amp;quot;, got a &amp;quot;real job&amp;quot;, dabbled in real estate, got married.  Yeah, and so what?  I mean, by the time I was thirty my life felt completely empty and devoid of meaning.  The only regret I have for motherhood is that I didn&amp;#39;t start earlier. If you have kids in your early 20&amp;#39;s then you have your 40&amp;#39;s to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;#39;s funny because if I ever get that twinge of jealousy, it when I see young hipster moms in their cool clothes pushing their kids in stylish strollers to the park.  And I think, why did I waste all that time?  But I try not to dwell on it too much because I know the truth is that every choice I made led to my daughter and I wouldn&amp;#39;t change having her in my life for anything.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/250492324865684682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/250492324865684682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256412807245#c250492324865684682' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022434817723918622</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.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-254018905'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-7375107294549981772</id><published>2009-10-24T07:33:20.980-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:33:20.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, jeez, this could be me writing this - you hit ...</title><content type='html'>Oh, jeez, this could be me writing this - you hit the nail on the head again.  I am going through so much of this stuff right now, looking at the girls (and boys, too, actually) at work who are out partying on Friday nights, dating, smoking, not hurrying home to make dinner and do dishes and get the kid ready for bed and fall into bed early yet again...  I miss that life so much, even though I know that I never really had it - I&amp;#39;ve always been a home on Friday nights girl.  (Though I did used to wear a lot of fishnets!)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for voicing what I wanted to say so eloquently.  You rock, Rebecca. (BTW, if you&amp;#39;re ever in CT, let&amp;#39;s go out drinking and smoking and pretend we&amp;#39;re not old mommies sometime!) ;)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/7375107294549981772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/7375107294549981772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256394800980#c7375107294549981772' title=''/><author><name>superblondgirl</name><uri>http://superblondgirl.wordpress.com/</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/openid16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-430521389'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8378099343063159012</id><published>2009-10-23T22:49:53.640-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:49:53.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don&amp;#39;t want you to be alarmed, but I think Fa...</title><content type='html'>I don&amp;#39;t want you to be alarmed, but I think Fable get&amp;#39;s more adorable every day...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/8378099343063159012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/8378099343063159012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256363393640#c8378099343063159012' title=''/><author><name>Deidre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14993934232617420348</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='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BY3l8ITvMCI/SAAQoYYLMyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6HiMdr958kk/S220/montreal2.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1224073756'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-7666884910699272263</id><published>2009-10-23T20:40:15.236-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:40:15.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do love your writing. I just plain do.</title><content type='html'>I do love your writing. I just plain do.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/7666884910699272263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/7666884910699272263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256355615236#c7666884910699272263' title=''/><author><name>theparakeet</name><uri>http://theparakeet.wordpress.com/</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/openid16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1623577830'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-7098591331807094955</id><published>2009-10-23T20:04:25.943-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:04:25.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is so refreshing to hear other people feeling t...</title><content type='html'>It is so refreshing to hear other people feeling the same way as I do. The other day I was at the grocery store and I ran into someone I went to high school with that I hadn&amp;#39;t seen for 10 years. I was without my kids and when we started talking about our lives, I suddenly said, &amp;quot;oh, and I have two kids.&amp;quot; It was like at that instant it was like I was still in high school, and we were 17 again and complaining about our government homework. All of this to say, I know what you mean.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/7098591331807094955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/7098591331807094955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256353465943#c7098591331807094955' title=''/><author><name>Renae</name><uri>http://renaemcalister.com</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://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1664816816'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2077376356715418872</id><published>2009-10-23T11:49:03.208-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:49:03.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This realization is the same sort of turmoil I am ...</title><content type='html'>This realization is the same sort of turmoil I am struggling with since I relocated to a much smaller city after losing my job in March. Although I lack the children in your story, I too find that I no longer belong to the fun, no responsibility group my friends still thrive in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is full of love, and newness, and on average wonderful things, yet all it takes is a call from my best friend living in San Francisco to tear at the fabric of my world. Her stories of parties, concerts, and fabulousness seems to be so far above my life I end our conversations feeling ever so small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like you, although those feelings still come, it&amp;#39;s amazing that each time the feelings of longing and missing out creep up, they also seem to dissipate a little quicker each time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful post. Thank you for sharing so eloquently.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/2077376356715418872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/2077376356715418872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256323743208#c2077376356715418872' title=''/><author><name>Ashley, The Accidental Olympian</name><uri>http://www.accidentalolympian.com</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://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-629188553'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-7124496227712734695</id><published>2009-10-23T11:07:05.651-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:07:05.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these moments have to be part of motherhood i thin...</title><content type='html'>these moments have to be part of motherhood i think; accepting things as they are 100% of the time means your life has been fulfilled beyond your dreams...and to me, that&amp;#39;s just boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in the car, driving my twins to a doctor appointment when a song came on my zune; a song i swore my band (my band that never happened) one day would cover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left my body for a moment and imagined myself on the guitar, friends in the audience, sipping my beer afterwards...as if this had actually already happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my son kieran spit out his pacifier and started freaking out. i was back to reality, wondering what would have been if i got my shit together and followed one of the many dreams i had set up for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked in the rearview mirror and there were my boys, looking out the window, babbling away. and it&amp;#39;s not glamorous or really that exciting, but i realized i wouldn&amp;#39;t change a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played the song again after it finished, hearing it in an entirely new way.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/7124496227712734695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/7124496227712734695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256321225651#c7124496227712734695' title=''/><author><name>mydaydreamnation</name><uri>http://openid.aol.com/mydaydreamnation</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/openid16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1203980248'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-7562208945115803218</id><published>2009-10-23T11:05:59.840-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:05:59.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you crawl into my head? There&amp;#39;s more then ...</title><content type='html'>Did you crawl into my head? There&amp;#39;s more then enough room in here for both of us, but still next time give a girl some warning.&lt;br /&gt;Geeze did that post ever strike home today.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/7562208945115803218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/8787533914335254827/comments/default/7562208945115803218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html?showComment=1256321159840#c7562208945115803218' title=''/><author><name>duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551392923684816740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11932841289141530703'/><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.girlsgonechild.net/2009/10/costumes.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8787533914335254827' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/8787533914335254827' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1764062074'/></entry></feed>
