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	<title>Comments on: Glimpse</title>
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	<description>Pontificating about poop and pinot noir since 2005</description>
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		<title>By: alice redio</title>
		<link>http://blondemomblog.com/2008/04/26/glimpse/comment-page-1#comment-215061</link>
		<dc:creator>alice redio</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 02:31:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i have read many yours posts. i found that you are a patient and kind mom. i actually was attacted by the title of your blog . I just can find some warmth and kindness I did not have here.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i have read many yours posts. i found that you are a patient and kind mom. i actually was attacted by the title of your blog . I just can find some warmth and kindness I did not have here.</p>
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		<title>By: Year In Review, Now With More Poo &#124; Blonde Mom Blog</title>
		<link>http://blondemomblog.com/2008/04/26/glimpse/comment-page-1#comment-207167</link>
		<dc:creator>Year In Review, Now With More Poo &#124; Blonde Mom Blog</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 20:20:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] prom with the hubby in 1987 (cue the Bon Jovi.) I wrote about learning to love my nose. I had a glimpse of Miss C as a teenager and barely survived taking the girls to church by myself. My car died and Miss A locked herself in [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] prom with the hubby in 1987 (cue the Bon Jovi.) I wrote about learning to love my nose. I had a glimpse of Miss C as a teenager and barely survived taking the girls to church by myself. My car died and Miss A locked herself in [...]</p>
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		<title>By: TONYA</title>
		<link>http://blondemomblog.com/2008/04/26/glimpse/comment-page-1#comment-190491</link>
		<dc:creator>TONYA</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 06:06:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>good luck not crying at k grad, because i sure did. i hate it when a phase passes in your child&#039;s life because you know they will never get it back, and they don&#039;t even realize it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>good luck not crying at k grad, because i sure did. i hate it when a phase passes in your child&#8217;s life because you know they will never get it back, and they don&#8217;t even realize it.</p>
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		<title>By: Melinda</title>
		<link>http://blondemomblog.com/2008/04/26/glimpse/comment-page-1#comment-165831</link>
		<dc:creator>Melinda</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 02:01:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I asked my mom for pierced ears repeatedly.  She never gave in.  I was 23 before I got my ears pierced, and today I&#039;m thankful that I waited so long.

Of course, I got my ears pierced on a boat.  In Africa.  With a needle.

Oh, and I also got my nose pierced when I was 19.  Luckily, that didn&#039;t last - I removed the nose piercing a month later.

&lt;em&gt;Melinda&#039;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&#039;http://melindamusil.com/an-inconvenient-truth-heres-whats-really-inconvenient/&#039; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;an inconvenient truth? here?s what?s REALLY inconvenient&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I asked my mom for pierced ears repeatedly.  She never gave in.  I was 23 before I got my ears pierced, and today I&#8217;m thankful that I waited so long.</p>
<p>Of course, I got my ears pierced on a boat.  In Africa.  With a needle.</p>
<p>Oh, and I also got my nose pierced when I was 19.  Luckily, that didn&#8217;t last &#8211; I removed the nose piercing a month later.</p>
<p><em>Melinda&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://melindamusil.com/an-inconvenient-truth-heres-whats-really-inconvenient/' rel="nofollow">an inconvenient truth? here?s what?s <span class="caps">REALLY</span> inconvenient</a></em></p>
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		<title>By: esa</title>
		<link>http://blondemomblog.com/2008/04/26/glimpse/comment-page-1#comment-165764</link>
		<dc:creator>esa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 00:36:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>All I can say is, take a ton of pictures, and hug her all the time.  I promise it&#039;s going to seem like you blinked and she will be wearing your clothes.  I got a phone call from an old boyfriend today who saw my 14 year old daughter (without me) this weekend and said it looked like a mini-me...he knew it was my daughter without having any idea it was my daughter.  I have loved every single minute of every single stage in her life, but when I look back at her pictures from kindergarten I want to squeeze that 6 year old again!

&lt;em&gt;esa&#039;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&#039;http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/279113640/100-things-about-me.html&#039; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;100 Things About Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>All I can say is, take a ton of pictures, and hug her all the time.  I promise it&#8217;s going to seem like you blinked and she will be wearing your clothes.  I got a phone call from an old boyfriend today who saw my 14 year old daughter (without me) this weekend and said it looked like a mini-me&#8230;he knew it was my daughter without having any idea it was my daughter.  I have loved every single minute of every single stage in her life, but when I look back at her pictures from kindergarten I want to squeeze that 6 year old again!</p>
<p><em>esa&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BusyMomsJournal/~3/279113640/100-things-about-me.html' rel="nofollow">100 Things About Me</a></em></p>
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		<title>By: Mrs. Flinger</title>
		<link>http://blondemomblog.com/2008/04/26/glimpse/comment-page-1#comment-165710</link>
		<dc:creator>Mrs. Flinger</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 21:28:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I  know!! Even *I* won&#039;t make it through Miss C&#039;s Kindergarten ceremony without crying. :: sniff :: Oh, hell, I barely made it through this post...

&lt;em&gt;Mrs. Flinger&#039;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&#039;http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MrsFlinger/~3/279147394/&#039; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Brutally Honest Monday:&#160; The One Where I Spill Family Secrets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I  know!! Even <strong>I</strong> won&#8217;t make it through Miss C&#8217;s Kindergarten ceremony without crying. :: sniff :: Oh, hell, I barely made it through this post&#8230;</p>
<p><em>Mrs. Flinger&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MrsFlinger/~3/279147394/' rel="nofollow">Brutally Honest Monday:&nbsp; The One Where I Spill Family Secrets</a></em></p>
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