<?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-6451591</id><updated>2011-07-14T20:36:22.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Commentary</title><subtitle type='html'>SHUT UP AND RUN
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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>304</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109915759115215049</id><published>2004-10-30T13:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T09:38:44.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come ON over!</title><summary type='text'>Ok, that sites up.I've made a post.I really like it over there.I'm having some troubles importing my archives...but I'm sure I'll figure it out.Come on over!!!</summary><link rel='related' href='Http://completerunning.com/pamalamadingdong' title='Come ON over!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109915759115215049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109915759115215049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/come-on-over_109915759115215049.html' title='Come ON over!'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109906627534705504</id><published>2004-10-29T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T12:12:14.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a new home. Well a new blog home that is.Mark...our Blogfather has offered me a lovely place to stay away from the evil of BLOGGER!!!!! It's not finished yet but I already pointed my blogroll at it so...OOPS!I will give you the updated link when I am done playing probably on monday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109906627534705504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109906627534705504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-have-new-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109905412281455201</id><published>2004-10-29T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T08:48:42.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well then</title><summary type='text'>Well Anniversary number 11 ended in a teary fight on the couch about started projects that NEVER EVER GET FINISHED.Somehow, the one of us that has a renovations/restorations company cannot seem to renovate or restore his own home.SURE he can start 1000 things but he can't seem to finish any of them.  I mean I have a front closet with NO door, cause he hates slidey closet doors. Ok it was 3 yrs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109905412281455201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109905412281455201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/well-then.html' title='Well then'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109899619478344915</id><published>2004-10-28T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T16:43:14.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More crying</title><summary type='text'>I can't run tonight.I was in denial all day. I made plans to run.People are meeting at my house at 6pm so we can run together.My wardrobe malfunction has caused a wound that is totally grounding me.After shopping today I came home to find my jeans STUCK to my owie.STUCK TO IT.I re-applied butt'r. ZOINKS that's some painful shit right there.And after screaming like a girl I applied some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109899619478344915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109899619478344915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/more-crying.html' title='More crying'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109896853205621470</id><published>2004-10-28T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T09:02:12.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'> Nothing to Blog</title><summary type='text'>Bah...and such is my life.Today is our 11th anniversary. Not exactly WEDDING anniversary since there never was a wedding. But more of a moving in together anniversary. When we had been together a couple of years we didn't know what date to consider our anniversary. The first date? The first "sleep over"? We decided on moving in cause that was pretty much the point when we figured out we would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109896853205621470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109896853205621470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/nothing-to-blog.html' title=' Nothing to Blog'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109892138293877003</id><published>2004-10-27T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T19:56:22.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm Who'd A Thunk It?</title><summary type='text'>Soooo so so so so many people told me that training for my first half marathon was going to change running for me. I thought...OK, gotcha...whatever you say.And I can't honestly say I believed them then...or now for that matter.But something has definitely changed in running for me. Tonight again, I ran like I was as light as air. It was effortless, well that's not accurate either. There was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109892138293877003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109892138293877003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/hmm-whod-thunk-it.html' title='Hmm Who&apos;d A Thunk It?'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109888917372491101</id><published>2004-10-27T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T10:59:33.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CURSE YOU  BLOGGER!</title><summary type='text'>Blogger is freaking out. I can't get in to delete that extra post.Oh well..live with it.Nothing to blog today. Running 8 tonight and I can only assume I will be back to my ever so slow self. I wondering now if our route was actually 10k the other night. I think it might have been closer to 9. Either way, it was a faster pace than I'm used to. Which is good every now and then!21k this weekend</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogger.com' title='CURSE YOU  BLOGGER!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109888917372491101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109888917372491101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/curse-you-blogger.html' title='CURSE YOU  BLOGGER!'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109884936629770074</id><published>2004-10-26T23:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T23:56:06.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's just wrong</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109884936629770074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109884936629770074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-just-wrong_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109884932310533670</id><published>2004-10-26T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T23:55:23.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's just wrong</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109884932310533670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109884932310533670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-just-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109883586237382754</id><published>2004-10-26T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T20:11:02.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fall From Grace</title><summary type='text'>This morning while grocery shopping (teaming with PMS hormones) I ate doughnut. Not just any doughnut. I ate a chocolate topped, whipped cream filled yeast doughnut. And it was almost better than sex.I counted it from my daily points mind you so it's not like I was really cheating. And then later all I had was a vegetarian hotdog (quite yummy actually) and that was it before weight watchers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109883586237382754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109883586237382754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-fall-from-grace.html' title='My Fall From Grace'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109879497569689662</id><published>2004-10-26T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T13:17:06.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boy</title><summary type='text'>Can you even imagine the nerve?She had the hydro put in her name?HILARIOUS!Check it out </summary><link rel='related' href='http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=2153&amp;ncid=2153&amp;e=4&amp;u=/cpress/20041022/ca_pr_on_od/oddity_stranger_in_house' title='Oh Boy'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109879497569689662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109879497569689662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-boy.html' title='Oh Boy'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109875005583568884</id><published>2004-10-25T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T20:20:55.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Kilometers</title><summary type='text'>Deceiving weather we've been having. I wore a wind breaker and long sleeved running shirt tonight ended up covered in sweat! And I do mean covered. The kind that drips off your forehead and down the back of your neck (obviously NOT the same drip...)Anyway I felt like I was running fast tonight. And it turns out I was!10k in 56min. That is super fast for me.HURRAH!I have finally moved up from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109875005583568884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109875005583568884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/ten-kilometers.html' title='Ten Kilometers'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109871502700572124</id><published>2004-10-25T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T10:37:07.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Make this Stuff Up.</title><summary type='text'>Welcome to Canada, home of gay marriages and liberal (sort of) Governments...My sister S runs a Gay and Lesbian group at her college. She's loving it since most them use it as a dating service (she's finally getting some).Anyway they have to provide the school with posters about their meeting indicating place and time etc. But the poster must be approved by the school before being posted.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109871502700572124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109871502700572124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-cant-make-this-stuff-up.html' title='I Can&apos;t Make this Stuff Up.'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109870933044094582</id><published>2004-10-25T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T09:03:10.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>teehee G'head...try and  tell me that he's not the cutest (almost) 2 year old ever.HOW CUTE IS HE?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109870933044094582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109870933044094582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/teehee-ghead.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109855565841824945</id><published>2004-10-23T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T14:20:58.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOINKS!</title><summary type='text'>Today's 18k were interesting.Today we were officially given the title of REAL RUNNER (even though Chris already gave me that title last week). Our route today was not the usual route we do for 18k. No sir. Today our fearless leader decided it was our time to meet....MILE HILL (that should echo). MILE HILL is exactly as is sounds...long....and steep...but it's also..narrow and curvy (something I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109855565841824945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109855565841824945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/zoinks.html' title='ZOINKS!'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109845944438631000</id><published>2004-10-22T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T11:48:48.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH!!! I'm SICK of this rain.</title><summary type='text'>It has been raining off and on since LAST WEEK! It's been chilly and windy and I am REALLY getting sick of it. SICK OF IT!Ohhhh it's supposed to clear up this aft..we are supposed to see the sun. THE SUN! But it's going to turn to rain again over night and continue into the morning (long run) and taper off to something half way decent by mid morning. So get this.We will START our 18k cold and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109845944438631000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109845944438631000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/gah-im-sick-of-this-rain.html' title='GAH!!! I&apos;m SICK of this rain.'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109837970616158277</id><published>2004-10-21T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T14:10:17.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YUCK!</title><summary type='text'>My soon to be Nine year old Son has two pets in his room. Both of which I fought tooth and nail but was eventually over ruled (I did manage to keep it at bay for about 4 years though).Anyway he has a snake (Californian king named King Ludwig) and a leopard gecko(Skipper).Oh yeah they're cute little devils. The snake does nothing but occasionally bask under his infrared lamp, the gecko is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109837970616158277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109837970616158277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/yuck.html' title='YUCK!'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109836543683095515</id><published>2004-10-21T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T09:30:36.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurray for Fall!</title><summary type='text'>I ran last night with a few people that did the Chicago marathon. We went nice and slow so we could chat. They had SUCH great tales about being Canadians down there it was awesome. They wore Canada flag singlets with their names on top, they said the support the Canadians received was phenomenal. They loved every second of it.We were supposed to only go 8k and that was totally our intention. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109836543683095515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109836543683095515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/hurray-for-fall.html' title='Hurray for Fall!'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109830745006626264</id><published>2004-10-20T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T17:26:58.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Love of...</title><summary type='text'>NOAH!!!! Yeah.Whilst preparing dinner for my loved ones. Noah got a little impatient. I was coming into the dining room to see where the little devil was. I found him STANDING on our buffet crayon in hand redecorating.BUGGER!Thank the Gods it's washable (and the wall was recently emptied of all hanging pictures in order to paint sometime in the next millenium).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109830745006626264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109830745006626264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/for-love-of.html' title='For Love of...'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109827762766334889</id><published>2004-10-20T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T09:07:07.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine</title><summary type='text'>That's how many pounds I've lost. NINE!How exciting is that! The friend that comes to Weight Watchers with me has lost nine as well and she runs a third of what I run. What's up with that? She also probably has 20 more to lose than I do.Still...seems unfair.I drag my ass over the hilly roads of this town 4 times a week. And she runs on average twice (lots of times it's once) a week and loses </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.weightwatchers.ca' title='Nine'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109827762766334889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109827762766334889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/nine.html' title='Nine'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109821945951995941</id><published>2004-10-19T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T16:57:39.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How odd is this?5  Google  uvula 2004/09/again-with-uvula.html2  Google uvula pictures  2004/09/again-with-uvula.html7 people have made their way to my blog via UVULA searches. What's up with that?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109821945951995941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109821945951995941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/how-odd-is-this-5-google-uvula.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109820329550009600</id><published>2004-10-19T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T12:28:15.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Silence is Bad</title><summary type='text'>Noah woke up an hour early from his nap. He called me a couple of times but now he's quiet.Which could mean, he's pooping, he's taking off all of his clothes and emptying his crib onto the floor, he's fallen back to sleep (HIGH unlikely) or he's fashioning a rope ladder to make his grand escape (my money's on that one).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109820329550009600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109820329550009600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/sometimes-silence-is-bad.html' title='Sometimes Silence is Bad'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109819962689390853</id><published>2004-10-19T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T11:27:06.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><summary type='text'> found this over at Rick's  site. Give it a try.Name THREE of your......1. Pet Peeves:Dishes left on the table, babies drinking pop, How Jeff on Survivor always says "I will go tally the votes" when really he just GETS the votes and then tally's them as he reads them out loud. I HATE THAT!2. Favorite Sounds: laughter, squeaky snow, the silence of 8:30pm3. Favorite Flavors of Candy: </summary><link rel='related' href='http://rick458.blogspot.com/' title='Something New'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109819962689390853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109819962689390853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109819508363736215</id><published>2004-10-19T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T10:11:23.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Tea in China</title><summary type='text'>I'm out of tea!!!OUT.No tea for me.This does not make for a happy Pamalama.I have one bag. Slightly used.Gonna wait till the little sprog goes for a nap and brew it.I might even splurge and use REAL sugar. NO! Honey. Yes.....honey.I will need a snack as well. Hmmmm...what to eat?  what to eat? Has to be something healthy-ish.I'll get back to you on that.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.time-for-tea.com/' title='All The Tea in China'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109819508363736215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109819508363736215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/all-tea-in-china.html' title='All The Tea in China'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109814856152414844</id><published>2004-10-18T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T21:16:01.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A C-C-C-COLD 10k</title><summary type='text'>It was a freaking cold run tonight. More Karma? Geesh I'm SORRY about the snow jokes alright?It was a good run. I hate to jinx myself but I think I'm getting....faster. There are people that can't keep up with me (ok it's only 3 but still THEY can't keep up!). I'm feeling very strong in my running right now.LOVE THAT!Maybe my 7lb loss is contributing. They say it's like taking off a 7lb </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109814856152414844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109814856152414844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/c-c-c-cold-10k.html' title='A C-C-C-COLD 10k'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109812378738776780</id><published>2004-10-18T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T14:42:08.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post of Sucky</title><summary type='text'>I burnt my finger.On the toaster oven.It's very red and a little white in the middle.AndandandIt HURTS!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109812378738776780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109812378738776780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/post-of-sucky.html' title='A Post of Sucky'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109810545374303440</id><published>2004-10-18T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T11:38:25.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh</title><summary type='text'>Did you hear?Edmonton got 10cm of snow yesterday! Poor Mark. (heh heh heh). I don't why that tickles so, it just does.Ran yesterday. We did the 16k we were supposed to do on Saturday. On Saturday we postponed cause the weather was supposed to be nasty. It turned out not so nasty on Saturday.On Sunday it was FREEZING and SO windy. We chose to run most of it on a rail trail near the river. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109810545374303440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109810545374303440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/heh.html' title='Heh'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109796905170193224</id><published>2004-10-16T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T19:24:11.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Confession of Sorts</title><summary type='text'>Alright. I'll admit it. I. Am a horrible mother.Now...don't get me wrong. I LOVE being with Noah everyday. LOVE IT. But this whole stay at home Mom thing? Boring.I am bored out of my skull!Especially now that I'm not really snacking...NOTHING TO DO!I could clean the house. I know this. I also know I SHOULD clean the house. But, you know.....ick!I don't like to clean the house.Remember the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109796905170193224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109796905170193224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/confession-of-sorts.html' title='A Confession of Sorts'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109789106212805540</id><published>2004-10-15T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T21:44:22.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favouritest Guest Blogger EVER!</title><summary type='text'>Zoot is the bestest guest blogger ever! Is she not? I love her to pieces. And that fact that I readily exchanged email via my cell phone with this woman tickles me pink.Have you seen her new hair? It's HOT!My evening was basically uneventful. Had a pasta (whole wheat) dinner since i have an 18k run tomorrow. Played with the kiddies...and then read some email.Low and behold....Noah the little</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.imthezoot.com' title='My Favouritest Guest Blogger EVER!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109789106212805540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109789106212805540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-favouritest-guest-blogger-ever.html' title='My Favouritest Guest Blogger EVER!'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109785428804437477</id><published>2004-10-15T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T11:31:28.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ALIVE!</title><summary type='text'>Woa!That was a little more of  a hiatus than I thought.We ended up having to change ISPs. So FINALLY I'm back.Lots of running....lost  7lbs. Lost 4 minutes of my usual 10k time.Half marathon coming up in November.rain rain rain.summer came in october.I broke my cell phone yesterday. (throwing it against the wall will do that apparently).I HEART ZOOT!!!!So what happened while I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109785428804437477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109785428804437477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m ALIVE!'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109771809605295557</id><published>2004-10-13T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T21:41:36.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Alive!</title><summary type='text'>Just thought I'd pop in and let you know I emailed Pam's cell phone and this was her response:"Hi! still alive! should be back early next week! how r things?"Do you see that? She's alive! And she should be back next week! Yeah! Let's plan a party for her. I'll bring the Krispy Kreme Donut Cake.That's about all I got today, folks. The leaves are changing colors here so I can't wait to start </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109771809605295557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109771809605295557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/shes-alive.html' title='She&apos;s Alive!'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.misszoot.com/randompics/random4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109746253223414854</id><published>2004-10-10T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T22:42:12.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap! She's Still Gone!</title><summary type='text'>I'm assuming Pam is still without internet access, or still on Voltron, or still hypnotized by gypsies...whatever it is that's keeping her from blogging. Whatever the reason, I'm going to fulfill my duties as a blogfriend and try to post something for her to keep you all entertained.My Dad just visited me for four days. He's pretty athletic in that he tries to run a couple miles several times a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109746253223414854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109746253223414854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/holy-crap-shes-still-gone.html' title='Holy Crap! She&apos;s Still Gone!'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.misszoot.com/randompics/random4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109694352820059045</id><published>2004-10-04T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T22:32:08.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Commentary</title><summary type='text'>Hey Guys! It's me again, and Blogger hates me! Whee!Seriously. I've been trying to publish an entry for Pam all freakin' day - to no avail. Blogger keeps crapping out on me and not letting me publish. I heard from Pam. She said, "Thank you!" and that is all. I'm assuming this means she's still alive and well without internet access, but I'm really not sure. It could also be a ploy from her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109694352820059045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109694352820059045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/walking-commentary_04.html' title='Walking Commentary'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.misszoot.com/randompics/random4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109675620831838707</id><published>2004-10-02T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T18:30:08.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry. It's still me.</title><summary type='text'>You all are very cool, do you know that? You all miss Pam so much that I believe you may be starting to actually hate me in return! I think if I got kidnapped by aliens for awhile and someone had to blog for me, my readers would be all, "Thank GOD. I've heard enough about Krispy Kreme donuts and Reality TV to last a lifetime!" But not you guys...nope...you all are faithful readers.How much is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109675620831838707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109675620831838707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-sorry-its-still-me.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry. It&apos;s still me.'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.misszoot.com/randompics/random4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109666676297207136</id><published>2004-10-01T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T17:39:22.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!</title><summary type='text'>Hey guys! It's me, Pam. For real! I swear it's me - not Zoot. I'm back from Zoltron and uh, all is well now. And I'm running! Really I am! That's how you know it's me, and not Zoot, because I'm running. A lot. Shit. I'm not fooling you guys, am I? It's still Zoot here. I have heard not a word from Pam today so I'm going to continue using her blog as the place where I unload my deepest and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109666676297207136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109666676297207136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.misszoot.com/randompics/random4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109658497270753747</id><published>2004-09-30T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T18:56:12.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Me Again</title><summary type='text'>Hi! Its me again!  I just wanted to pop in and discuss my addiction to baths. More importantly? My addiction to those cool bathtub products they market to small children. Like bathy fizzies, and bathtime funfetti and stuff no grown woman should admit buying for herself. But I just love it ALL. I just thought you all should know that about me. If we're going to spend time together waiting for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109658497270753747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109658497270753747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-me-again.html' title='It&apos;s Me Again'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.misszoot.com/randompics/random4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109655112986163509</id><published>2004-09-30T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T09:32:09.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Crisis</title><summary type='text'>Hey Guys. Zoot here. Pam sent me an email from her cell phone (she's hip to new technology like that) saying her INTERNET IS DOWN! I of course responded with a huge long email telling her I might be able to help if MrZoot would help me. She responded something along the lines of "Stupid Woman. This is a cell phone. I can only get short messages." No. She wasnt that harsh, but she should of been, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109655112986163509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109655112986163509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/blogger-crisis.html' title='Blogger Crisis'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.misszoot.com/randompics/random4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109599565627794217</id><published>2004-09-23T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T07:52:55.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am SUCH a hypchondriac </title><summary type='text'>So yesterday Dianna posted about the threat of becoming ill shortly before her marathon. And today? I'm sick!I'm all stuffy and I'm hating it. A stupid cold. I don't FEEL all that sick. I'm just chilly and stuffy.Tomorrow is to be my first post race long run. I'm going no matter what...well not no matter what. But at this point I'm totally thinking of running.ALTHOUGH this morning when I got</summary><link rel='related' href='http://runningchick.blogspot.com' title='I am SUCH a hypchondriac '/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109599565627794217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109599565627794217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-such-hypchondriac.html' title='I am SUCH a hypchondriac '/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109595410188370496</id><published>2004-09-23T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T11:41:41.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Odder and Odder</title><summary type='text'>What does it say about us that my husbands cell phone ringer is the theme to Star Trek The Next Generation (Genitalia as he puts it) and mine it the Peanuts theme?  </summary><link rel='related' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/' title='Odder and Odder'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109595410188370496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109595410188370496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/odder-and-odder.html' title='Odder and Odder'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109593975701111560</id><published>2004-09-23T07:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T07:43:39.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Ball Run</title><summary type='text'>So I ran.We ran 5k, it was great for the first say...4k and I completely ran out of steam. We purposely chose a nice flat rail trail route. And I was surpised at how tired I felt when I started running. No pain just fatigue.At 4k we stopped and chatted (about how fabulous we are) and walked in. It was fine, at least we gotten out there and shook out our legs a bit. We'll go again on Friday </summary><link rel='related' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/' title='Chicken Ball Run'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109593975701111560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109593975701111560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/chicken-ball-run.html' title='Chicken Ball Run'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109588243523222567</id><published>2004-09-22T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T15:47:15.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><summary type='text'>Well we're about to go out for a run. My first since the race.  I am looking forward to it in a lot of ways. But worried I am going to suck. You know how that is.At this point, I hate NOT running, you know how that is too.So we'll run, no more than 8k. I doubt we will even do 8, some of my running mates are still hurting so they will want to take it easy and do only 5k. Really that's fine </summary><link rel='related' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/' title='Running'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109588243523222567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109588243523222567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/running_22.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109582394300605222</id><published>2004-09-21T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T23:32:23.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhm</title><summary type='text'>"Imagine Jesus is on top of the hill, with his arms wide open waiting for you. And you're running to him"Doesn't that mean you're dead?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109582394300605222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109582394300605222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/uhm.html' title='Uhm'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109578112263223266</id><published>2004-09-21T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T11:38:42.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recoverd?</title><summary type='text'>I think I've recovered.Sunday night, I could only get one of my legs over the baby gate by our stairs.  COULD NOT. Hubby had to come and help me. Walking up and down stairs was SUCH a chore for me. I mean really.Sunday night I lay on the couch like a squeezed orange all flat and and groggy.Monday I was sore. My legs were tender to touch. That wasn't fun. But by Monday night i was feeling a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109578112263223266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109578112263223266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/recoverd.html' title='Recoverd?'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109572375453277221</id><published>2004-09-20T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T19:42:34.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention RBF</title><summary type='text'>Janice has lost her running mojo as can be seen in the comment she posted for my post prior to this one.We MUST help her find said mojo. Janice is an awesome runner and she was the one who initially convinced me that I COULD do a half.Also, she's hot.And nothings worse than a hot runner who doesn't run.GO JANICE GO!!!!Get your shoes on, grab molly and run! Anywhere. For anything distance</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.justjanice.ca' title='Attention RBF'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109572375453277221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109572375453277221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/attention-rbf.html' title='Attention RBF'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109568892278184971</id><published>2004-09-20T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T10:02:02.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Report</title><summary type='text'>Ouch.I'm a little sore today. I can only assume it's cause we pushed ourselves yesterday cause it was a seriously easy route. Our routes here in town are much hillier.Anyway, let's start at the beginning....I woke up before my alarm went off (I mistyped in my post of that morning) and was immediatley WIDE awake.I went through my normal pre long run morning ritual.  A bagel (which caught </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109568892278184971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109568892278184971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/race-report.html' title='Race Report'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109562586907224868</id><published>2004-09-19T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T16:31:09.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT I DID IT OH YEAH YEAH YEAH</title><summary type='text'>More soon.For now.Awesome FLAT (something I'm not used to) race.2:24:?? was my time.Had a great time and the 20 cheering team mates at the end helped with the finish line anxiety.We started SLOW which was out goal. And Everyone took off ahead of us. But km7 though they started dropping like flies. By 12 we'd had a gel and lots of water. I was feeling great.km 15 I had to sneaking </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.instride.ca/grapes' title='I DID IT I DID IT OH YEAH YEAH YEAH'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109562586907224868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109562586907224868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-did-it-i-did-it-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah.html' title='I DID IT I DID IT OH YEAH YEAH YEAH'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109558475972436868</id><published>2004-09-19T04:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T05:05:59.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well then.Guess who got up with an alarm this morning?Check out the time down there folks. Yupperdoodle.It's that freakin early.We all met for a pasta dinner lastnight. That was lovely. All the veteran marathoners had some good tips such as:"Don't be surprised if you cry at the end of the race"      "Or vomit"Also my toaster over caught on fire a bit this morning, so my bagel tastes </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.instride.ca/grapes' title=''/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109558475972436868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109558475972436868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109546919221767423</id><published>2004-09-17T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T20:59:52.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HEllo I'm in hell</title><summary type='text'>hello, I'm on MSN messanger right now...helping my mother network her computers.FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY who would sell a 65 yr old woman a router? I mean sure she's a little computer savvy but does NOT get networking AT ALL.And she's NOT LISTENING!GAH!Why did I ever tell her about MCSE (not that it means much now) WHY?I get calls for the last 6 years....like I can SEE directly </summary><link rel='related' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/' title='HEllo I&apos;m in hell'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109546919221767423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109546919221767423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/hello-im-in-hell.html' title='HEllo I&apos;m in hell'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109543983457725684</id><published>2004-09-17T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T17:09:18.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gar!</title><summary type='text'>Blogroll is down.How dare they?I dreamed about running lastnight (shocking I know) and in my dream my running friends were leaving without me, I couldn't find any socks..(I am partial to Newbalance and HATE HATE HATE thick socks) so I was running around my house and told them to go with out me, I would catch up (right, like I've EVER caught up to anyone before). Anyway at some point my Mom was</summary><link rel='related' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/' title='Gar!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109543983457725684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109543983457725684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/gar.html' title='Gar!'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109542560968721717</id><published>2004-09-17T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T08:53:29.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEK!</title><summary type='text'>I happened to see a little bit of Oprah yesterday (God can she be ANY MORE self righteous) and she had Barbara Walters on.Christopher Reeve taped a little..YAY BARBIE.ohmygod.Can he be ANY creepier?Now? NO HAIR.NONE. Not even an eyebrow.He totally gives me the heebie geebies.He looks..........well.......dead really.yikes</summary><link rel='related' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/' title='EEEK!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109542560968721717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109542560968721717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/eeek.html' title='EEEK!'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109535800989778331</id><published>2004-09-16T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T14:06:49.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In honour of the NHL lock out, I would like to ask my Dad to drive me to my best friend Cindy's house and NOT have to wait "till the end of this period". Which always took forever and God help if it went into overtime, I was not getting out anytime soon, the alternative of course was to walk...in NORTHERN Ontario...in the middle of winter. In my lovely little flat dress shoes and levi's 501s.NOT</summary><link rel='related' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/' title=''/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109535800989778331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109535800989778331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/in-honour-of-nhl-lock-out-i-would-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109535758287435418</id><published>2004-09-16T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T14:00:27.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it wrong that I've hidden the last 3 chocolate chip cookies from the children?Is it wrong that I am totally going to eat them?All?</summary><link rel='related' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/' title=''/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109535758287435418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109535758287435418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/is-it-wrong-that-ive-hidden-last-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109534284574061889</id><published>2004-09-16T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T09:54:05.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carbs A Plenty</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm supposed to start carbo loading today or tomorrow..it's supposed to be 3 days before the race right? Well is that three days INCLUDING race day or the three days leading up to race day? Am I over thinking this?So anyway, our fearless leader suggested making rice pudding and just snacking on that any ole time you please...but ...I don't think I like rice pudding. I mean it sounds really </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.instride.ca/grapes' title='Carbs A Plenty'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109534284574061889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109534284574061889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/carbs-plenty.html' title='Carbs A Plenty'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109526490075690999</id><published>2004-09-15T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T12:20:48.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Race Talk...for now.</title><summary type='text'>I know you're all bored out of your skulls with my race talk.So instead I give you, a tale of my flakiness:I baked a cake this morning, a blueberry coffee cake. And while mixing it with my handy dandy mixer I was distracted. Distracted by the little boy beside me who was trying to test the tempertature of the oven, Hansel and Gretel style.So while jamming one knee against the oven door, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109526490075690999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109526490075690999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/no-more-race-talkfor-now.html' title='No More Race Talk...for now.'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109525140187716167</id><published>2004-09-15T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T08:30:01.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pep Talk</title><summary type='text'>The following is an email from my coach (?) the woman that owns the running store we run with and leads all of our clinics etc.Pam....freaking out is normal....but trust me, you will do fine. Just start out easy, see this as a great accomplishment in your life and feel good about it. YOu've done all the training, now allow yourself to accomplish what you've been training to do. As long as you </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.instride.ca/grapes' title='A Pep Talk'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109525140187716167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109525140187716167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/pep-talk.html' title='A Pep Talk'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109518288417451322</id><published>2004-09-14T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T13:28:04.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The End is Near</title><summary type='text'>It's been just over 2 hours and I know the end is near.I am being as quiet as a mouse, even though there is a fan and an aquarium (not to mention a flight of stairs) to muffle any sound from here.Any second now I will hear the inevitable words."Mommy?""down?""down Mommy?"And then if I wait long enough."Daddy?"And longer still, there will be silence and much rustling....and then the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109518288417451322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109518288417451322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/end-is-near.html' title='The End is Near'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109516231039325140</id><published>2004-09-14T07:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T08:10:18.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapering</title><summary type='text'>So this week we taper.8km lastnight in brand new shoes. We did a route that was little hilly and took a nice flat trail back.My heel isn't too bad today. But Under 10 doesn't seem to affect it much anyway.I haven't decided if I'm wearing new shoes or my old ones to the race. My old ones aren't dead yet I just had 20 people telling me to run in my new ones lastnight and break them in.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.instride.ca/grapes' title='Tapering'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109516231039325140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109516231039325140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/tapering.html' title='Tapering'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109510106377199987</id><published>2004-09-13T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T14:44:23.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A confession</title><summary type='text'>I heart gummi  worms</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109510106377199987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109510106377199987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/confession.html' title='A confession'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109508746194127754</id><published>2004-09-13T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T10:57:41.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Days.</title><summary type='text'>STUPID BLOGGER LOST MY EXCEPTIONALLY WELL WRITTEN POST ABOUT DWARF HAMSTERS!I hate you blogger. I will try to re-write it, but it has totally lost some magic.Stupid blogger.OK.So yesterday we took some boxes to my sister's apartment in Kitchener. These are boxes that have been rotting and taking up space in my basement for about 3 years. It was a full pick-up truck full! She didn't seem at </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.instride.ca/grapes' title='7 Days.'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109508746194127754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109508746194127754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/7-days.html' title='7 Days.'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109494737854424477</id><published>2004-09-11T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T20:02:58.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He's back and guess what else is back?That's right the PF.Argh.Oh well I'm doing the race next weekend anyway, I can be injured after! For now, there's ice and motrin.!!!</summary><link rel='related' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/' title=''/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109494737854424477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109494737854424477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/hes-back-and-guess-what-else-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109491792972502667</id><published>2004-09-11T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T11:52:09.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Again with the Uvula!</title><summary type='text'>THIS woman (who may or may not be giant) is the number one site for Uvula pictures.umm.yeah.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Park/5097/' title='Again with the Uvula!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109491792972502667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109491792972502667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/again-with-uvula.html' title='Again with the Uvula!'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109491595831016730</id><published>2004-09-11T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T11:19:18.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time to Pay the Piper...or something</title><summary type='text'>Well the training runs are over. We did our final long run this morning...an extremely hilly 17k. It was difficult but the weather was perfect.We finished and went on to find those training for the Chicago marathon and refill their bottles. How nice are we?A stupid squirrel invaded our water station (styrofoam cooler hidden at about 10k into our route) and had dragged off the bag of jujubes! So</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109491595831016730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109491595831016730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-time-to-pay-piperor-something.html' title='It&apos;s Time to Pay the Piper...or something'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109483363686032157</id><published>2004-09-10T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T12:27:16.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh ick!</title><summary type='text'>someone found their way to my site via a yahoo search for UVULA pictures.Nice.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-this-is-me.html' title='oh ick!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109483363686032157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109483363686032157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-ick.html' title='oh ick!'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109483669504714613</id><published>2004-09-10T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T13:18:15.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do Bananas actually come with fruit flies? Or am I just REALLY adept at attracting them.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109483669504714613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109483669504714613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/do-bananas-actually-come-with-fruit.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109482243062066178</id><published>2004-09-10T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T09:31:45.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a Doctor in the Country?</title><summary type='text'>I have an interview today!With a doctor.Someone you might be our family doctor in the future sometime.Canada has a SAD SAD Doctor shortage, where thousands of people are without a doctor and have to rely on the cess-pools that are Urgent Care clinics. You go in and sick in a room with about a hundred other sick people for sometimes hours at a time. They call your name eventually and you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109482243062066178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109482243062066178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/is-there-doctor-in-country.html' title='Is there a Doctor in the Country?'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109477745072327806</id><published>2004-09-09T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T20:50:50.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I Ran</title><summary type='text'>Yeah I ran. And it was an awesome run. Thank goodness cause I don't how many bad runs I have left in me.I was a good pace ( though I don't keep track of these things) and we had fun, which to me in very important. We planned race strategies such as, pulling down the shorts of the people ahead of us or throwing ourselves on the ground in front of the people passing us.Mostly though, we've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109477745072327806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109477745072327806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-i-ran.html' title='So I Ran'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109476710199730540</id><published>2004-09-09T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T17:58:21.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><summary type='text'>I'm about to go out running. Something I desperately need to do. Something I desperately want to do.But also something I have NO ENERGY to do.You see I was up WAY past my bedtime last night. I was IM-ing with a fellow blogger..well no, not a blogger, I believe he prefers diarist. Anyway he's a multi-talented twisted man who likes to grow dirty pirate beards.Anyway, I am running, but I will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109476710199730540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109476710199730540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/running_09.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109468439208921464</id><published>2004-09-08T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T18:59:52.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><summary type='text'>I totally wimped out of my run tonight. Mind you I am making it up tomorrow night.It's WINDY and COLD here. And soon it will rain a lot.So we re-scheduled for tomorrow night.man last week too hot..this week too cold. My husband is right! I am never happy.I have NOTHING new to report. I ordered new shoes (running shoes of course) they will be in in a week or so.Not sure if I will wear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109468439208921464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109468439208921464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109465712881492861</id><published>2004-09-08T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T15:12:11.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><summary type='text'>Woe.My parents left this morning, much to the chagrin of my littlest one.They had a lovely visit with Nanny and Poppy, much spoiling took place.I ran about 14k on Monday, my foot didn't feel any worse on Tuesday morning. So I am taking that as a good sign and running tonight.Thank you for all the great advice for PF. I haven't responded to anyone's yet since my parents were here and no one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109465712881492861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109465712881492861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109448941555305751</id><published>2004-09-06T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T12:50:15.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Running!</title><summary type='text'>Running in a few hours. Thinking about making up the lost long run from Saturday. My heel pain is minute at this point, so I'm going.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109448941555305751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109448941555305751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/running.html' title='Running!'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109433714570584292</id><published>2004-09-04T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T10:46:43.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Injured</title><summary type='text'>Plantar Facsiitis.I don't like it.I took today off. Not liking how I feel right now. I can't believe how much I MISS that run. I mean in SO many ways. Weird feeling.So ice ice ice for the rest of the weekend and some massage with golf balls? Sounds painful.Poopy on plantar facsiitis!Phooey too!On a happy note I found my runderwear while putting away long folded laundry.Actually not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109433714570584292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109433714570584292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/injured.html' title='Injured'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109423558771478172</id><published>2004-09-03T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T14:19:47.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair, Parents and stinky shorts.</title><summary type='text'>Blogger lost this post once already. I am not pleased.My parents are coming this weekend so I am currently cleaning like a mad women and since it's 28 C in my HOUSE I am dressed in an icky cleaning t-shirt and an older pair of running shorts (the loose kind). My hair is pulled back in a stingy frizzy non-showered yet ponytail. And I'm sweatin like Richard Simmons in a room full of chubby people</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109423558771478172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109423558771478172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/fair-parents-and-stinky-shorts.html' title='Fair, Parents and stinky shorts.'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109421621603251633</id><published>2004-09-03T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T08:57:41.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now what</title><summary type='text'>So my race is 16 days away. So what do I do now? My parents arrive on Sunday for a 3 day visit so I SHOULD be cleaning. But what I am doing instead? Sitting on my ass (which is becoming increasingly svelte) drinking tea (without the cotton candy) and blogging.I was grumpy with the hubby this morning, I needed money to pick up my team running shirt (smell that...we're a team now...a racing team.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109421621603251633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109421621603251633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/now-what.html' title='Now what'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109414445990850528</id><published>2004-09-02T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T13:04:02.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath In Breath Out</title><summary type='text'>I just regisitered for my race.Good Lord above I think I'm having a panic attack.My chest actually hurts.What HAVE I DONE?Oh well, the race shirt is a long sleeve coolmax...I love it when races give you a shirt you will actually wear.I better start carbo loading!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109414445990850528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109414445990850528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/breath-in-breath-out.html' title='Breath In Breath Out'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109413665598403369</id><published>2004-09-02T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T10:50:55.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a tummy ache</title><summary type='text'>There is a fair happening across the street from my house.Chris took the kids lastnight (I was running! shut up).He was lovely enough to bring me home a caramel apple and a bag of cotton candy.I ate the apple last night. YUM YUM YUM!!! It was SO good, but a total rip off for $3.00!I JUST ate a hunk of cotton candy bigger than my head (seriously, I measured). It was fluffy and yummy.But now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109413665598403369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109413665598403369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-have-tummy-ache.html' title='I have a tummy ache'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109409492736240237</id><published>2004-09-01T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:15:27.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8k on lead legs tonight. I think I must be tired.I have a training question!I've been advised to get a massage about 2 weeks before my race. To rid my muscles of lactic acid..or whatever.Does everyone do this?If so, when?What benefits does it have?I'm going to bed now.g'night</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109409492736240237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109409492736240237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/8k-on-lead-legs-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109407388922510904</id><published>2004-09-01T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T17:24:49.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just When You Thought My Blog Couldn't Get Any More Boring.</title><summary type='text'>I'm running tonight.8kBig wooo.Went to register for half marathon today.Didn't have the visa.I might actually have found a Doctor in our area. IMAGINE not having to drive for an hour to get to an appointment.OK..I better get some running clothes on.Sad news: I can't find my runderwear.Yes that is how low I stooped for blog worthy material. RUNDERWEAR ARE MISSING!God help me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109407388922510904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109407388922510904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-when-you-thought-my-blog-couldnt.html' title='Just When You Thought My Blog Couldn&apos;t Get Any More Boring.'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109406639369668433</id><published>2004-09-01T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T15:19:53.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Gmail</title><summary type='text'>I (like everyone else in the world) have about 12 invites too. So let me know if you'd like one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109406639369668433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109406639369668433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/speaking-of-gmail.html' title='Speaking of Gmail'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109405336859728512</id><published>2004-09-01T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T11:42:48.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember the no carb girl from my running group?Well she has missed 3 long runs since the beginning of July (the start of the half marathon clinic).The latest one being our 22k run this past Saturday.However, two other girls and I helped her get that mileage in on Monday night. A and I ran the first 10 with her, and then L ran that last 10 or 11k with her.  I brought her a gel or 2 and L </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109405336859728512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109405336859728512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/remember-no-carb-girl-from-my-running.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109404276650819282</id><published>2004-09-01T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T08:46:06.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><summary type='text'>Somebody didn't eat dinner lastnight.Somebody is getting new teeth.Somebody woke up at 6:30am on this the final week of summer holiday.Somebody almost ate his weight in pancakes.Somebody spilled maple syrup (real not imitation) on the floor.Somebody is very sticky.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109404276650819282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109404276650819282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/09/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109397512900668751</id><published>2004-08-31T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T13:58:49.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed Off Momma</title><summary type='text'>ohmygod.I am so pissed off right now I can barely see straight.Brendan has a friend, we will call him the weird little boy up the street, and this friend has one BITCH for a mother.They were playing today with another boy, when the weird little boy up the street invited them into his house to play. The third child decided not to since he had a bike to fix (whatever), so Brendan and weirdo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109397512900668751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109397512900668751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/pissed-off-momma.html' title='Pissed Off Momma'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109396016577295110</id><published>2004-08-31T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T09:49:25.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE WEEK AND COUNTING</title><summary type='text'>That's right. School starts in one week and I couldn't be happier.You see this year, Bren decided that he didn't want to go to ANY camps or play for any teams. He just wanted to play with his friends and be free all summer.We won't be doing that next year.He has been BORED out of his skull for the last 3 weeks. His best friend went to California and left him here to rot on my couch and wope </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109396016577295110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109396016577295110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/one-week-and-counting.html' title='ONE WEEK AND COUNTING'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109390827420812854</id><published>2004-08-30T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T19:24:34.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10k</title><summary type='text'>10 tonight and it was almost poetic.No stopping (cept for a drink)No walking.Saw a rabbit.And a squirrel dropped a stick on us (I nearly screamed like...well...a girl).So I feel MUCH better about the whole running thing.Hmm my family seems to be M.I.A. right now.No one home AND the gate in the back yards seems to have been rebuilt!Interesting what happens when I leave the house.Thanks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109390827420812854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109390827420812854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/10k.html' title='10k'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109387635650112671</id><published>2004-08-30T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T10:32:36.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hubby is home today so blogging will be a minimum.Bastard.10k tonight and I am PRAYING for a better run (see saturday's post). It's much cooler and dryer and I'll be that plays a big role tonight.I have to register for my race soon.I am totally dragging my feet, though my "team" mates have declared. We've registered and since YOU are the one that got us into this mess, YOU better register </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109387635650112671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109387635650112671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/hubby-is-home-today-so-blogging-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109372381978912664</id><published>2004-08-28T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T16:16:36.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's run was...</title><summary type='text'>HotHumidhardlongslowsucky.I don't know what happened. Today's run was a REAL effort for me. At about km 6 I choked on a bug and almost vomited. Not pretty. I coughed for a while and had to stop to drink.I then sucked down a gel and didn't drink enough water afterwards.Yup it sat in my tummy like a brick, once it finally made it down there. I did stop to drink more to remedy the situation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109372381978912664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109372381978912664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/todays-run-was.html' title='Today&apos;s run was...'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109371246771931694</id><published>2004-08-28T13:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T23:19:58.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can you say bonk?More later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109371246771931694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109371246771931694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/can-you-say-bonk-more-later_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109362653540843694</id><published>2004-08-27T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T13:08:55.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Carbed up and Nowhere to go</title><summary type='text'>Have I mentioned tomorrow's run is 22km?22km!We are running to the next TOWN and back!The forecast for tomorrow is 70% chance of thundershowers.Not good, since we take a trail back to town.BUT on the other hand, the forecast has been SO wrong SO many times that I we will most definitely show up anyway just to see what's happening.So tonight I will stuff myself with pasta (and bread just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109362653540843694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109362653540843694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/all-carbed-up-and-nowhere-to-go.html' title='All Carbed up and Nowhere to go'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109361396033758622</id><published>2004-08-27T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T12:18:42.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shamelessly stolen from SweetyYour name spelled backwards.Map that's why Zoot loves me so much. Where were your parents born? &gt;Newfoundlandshut up!What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer? uhhh virus pattern updates probably... or email!What’s your favorite restaurant? hmmm East Side Mario's? or the old old hotel restaurant down town hereLast time you swam in a pool? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109361396033758622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109361396033758622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/shamelessly-stolen-from-sweety-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109361321802402848</id><published>2004-08-27T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T09:26:58.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had A Dream</title><summary type='text'>Last night on the way to bed. I made my usual stops in the kids rooms to tuck them in and make sure they hadn't expired in the few hours I had alone (with Chris snoring on the couch) in the living room. Brendan was fine, totally strewn across his bed, his duvet a wrinkled pile below his knees. Noah on the other hand, was sideways in his crib, his blond hair was sticking out between the rails of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109361321802402848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109361321802402848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-had-dream.html' title='I Had A Dream'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109355966692640198</id><published>2004-08-26T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T18:34:26.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Opinion Poll</title><summary type='text'>Is it appropriate to let your two year old (son) run around in the back yard without a diaper on? Especially if he worked really hard to take it off?Keep in mind the yard is completely fenced and gated.Just wonderin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109355966692640198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109355966692640198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/opinion-poll.html' title='An Opinion Poll'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109352549524862944</id><published>2004-08-26T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T09:04:55.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin hot hot hot</title><summary type='text'>Well summer is finally here! It's 37 with the humidex (or at least it will be this afternoon) and last nights run was hot and sticky.Though for some reason the heat didn't bother me. I was fine with it. My running mates even had to ask ME to slow down! Some of them were bothered by the heat, so we took some extra drink breaks ( a lot of them...I'm just saying).One girl in particular was feeling</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109352549524862944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109352549524862944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/feelin-hot-hot-hot.html' title='Feelin hot hot hot'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109346339647299632</id><published>2004-08-25T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T15:49:56.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yup Brendan needs a hair cut. But he usually loves his brother. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109346339647299632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109346339647299632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/yup-brendan-needs-hair-cut.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109344120376046928</id><published>2004-08-25T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T09:40:03.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there's the other end</title><summary type='text'>Guess what happens when a tiny dog eats the contents of poopy diaper?She smells like human feces for the entire night. It sort of emanated from her all night. I sprayed her with air freshener, but that faded quickly and she was but to her stinky self in no time. I couldn't find any frebreeze. So we banished her to the other side of the room. But the breeze came in the window and carried her ripe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109344120376046928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109344120376046928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-then-theres-other-end.html' title='And then there&apos;s the other end'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109336020660987776</id><published>2004-08-24T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T11:13:32.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doggie for sale!!!! See this dog? Cute right? Fluffy fleecy little thing. She stands on her back legs like a circus dog. She likes to cuddle and is terrified of squirrels.Do you want her?Her name is Dori and she comes with a nice cage.I love this dog. Really...well...mostly.I am getting a little sick of her eating POOPY DIAPERS!I don't even want to touch her head area anymore cause that's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109336020660987776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109336020660987776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/doggie-for-sale-see-this-dog-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109331118685081582</id><published>2004-08-23T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T22:59:57.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT HUMID 10k</title><summary type='text'>We ran on a nice rail trail tonight.It was shady but the air was close so it felt pretty warm. Of course it was probably still under 30 with the humidex but we haven't had to run in much heat this year so we are wimpy when it finally shows up.So my new bra was awesome without any chaffing. The real test will be saturday, I am sure I will chafe somewhere.Tonight I wore shorts since it was too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109331118685081582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109331118685081582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/hot-humid-10k.html' title='HOT HUMID 10k'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109329303475216707</id><published>2004-08-23T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T16:30:34.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my boring boring life</title><summary type='text'>I bought a new bra today.A new running bra that is.My old ONE was slowly sawing me in half, at any distance over 10km.I had purchased at least three more in the past year but I bought them at Winner's and one at Wal-mart (don't do that by the way) and none of them were as comfortable as the one I bought from the running store.So today I finally went back.I tried on at least 8 different kinds</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109329303475216707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109329303475216707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-boring-boring-life.html' title='my boring boring life'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109321840365826459</id><published>2004-08-22T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T19:46:43.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stringy hair day for Pamalamadingdong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109321840365826459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109321840365826459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/stringy-hair-day-for-pamalamadingdong.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109320402309725416</id><published>2004-08-22T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T15:47:03.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Buy the Cow?</title><summary type='text'>We were at the mall this afternoon (GOD HELP ME I HAVE NO IDEA WHY), sitting in the food court (even WoRSE!) when a girl walked past us.She was MAYBE 16 yrs old. Maybe. She had a belly shirt on, and low riding pants.LOW.I mean LOW LOW.So low that I could see just the top of the crack of her butt.So low that in the front, I could just see that maybe she needed a little trim. If you know what</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109320402309725416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109320402309725416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/why-buy-cow.html' title='Why Buy the Cow?'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109314300670637657</id><published>2004-08-21T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T22:50:06.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Saturday Run</title><summary type='text'>15k this morning.Dare I say it seemed short?Well not SHORT, but you know, it didn't suck.Mind you none of my longer runs have sucked (yet).Today was fast for me! My time for 15 was about 1.38 hrs.Not lightening I know. But for me? whip lash fast.This leads to me to believe that I am not always pushing myself on my runs.When I started running I didn't know how to push myself. Seriously I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109314300670637657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109314300670637657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/another-saturday-run.html' title='Another Saturday Run'/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451591.post-109312091821850179</id><published>2004-08-21T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T16:41:58.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Even with a shiner his cuteness is outstanding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109312091821850179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6451591/posts/default/109312091821850179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamalamadingdong.blogspot.com/2004/08/even-with-shiner-his-cuteness-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamalamadingdong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530841410036692382</uri><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></entry></feed>
