<?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-374069724779135269</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:56:48.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mutha's musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-6927696312137090014</id><published>2008-02-15T10:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T10:06:59.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE SHE IS</title><summary type='text'>A few days after "Anonymous" told me I was ugly inside and out, a friend and I were having breakfast at a Perkins.  As we were leaving, a woman and a young boy were coming in, and she said, "Let the beautiful woman pass."  I gave her a quizzical look, and she said, "Yes, I mean you."  So, here's the ugly woman.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/6927696312137090014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=6927696312137090014&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/6927696312137090014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/6927696312137090014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2008/02/here-she-is.html' title='HERE SHE IS'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-9212083252478849302</id><published>2008-02-15T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:49:13.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS A TRUE STORY</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/9212083252478849302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=9212083252478849302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/9212083252478849302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/9212083252478849302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-true-story.html' title='THIS IS A TRUE STORY'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-4831983207015257589</id><published>2008-02-05T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T17:03:08.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebuttal</title><summary type='text'>Dear anonymous--you must be fat.  I'm 72, been smoking since 9 years old, and am healthy as a horse --however, I'm quite sure that if I get hit by a semi and get killed the death certificat will read, "Death due to consequences of smoking."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/4831983207015257589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=4831983207015257589&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/4831983207015257589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/4831983207015257589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2008/02/rebuttal.html' title='Rebuttal'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-2884068290462737664</id><published>2008-02-04T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:08:41.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLUTIONS?</title><summary type='text'>When I was a youngster, I would see scratched into sidewalks and in other places, "WPA."Our infrastructure in this country is in such bad shape, and I live in a state with 8% unemployment, wouldn't be a better idea  to re-start the WPA and let the unemployed be proud to be working rather than hand out a pittance (which I won't get).  I'm quite sure that if I got that 600 bucks, I'd go out and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/2884068290462737664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=2884068290462737664&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/2884068290462737664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/2884068290462737664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2008/02/solutions.html' title='SOLUTIONS?'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-4345722497176603888</id><published>2008-01-15T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T08:04:58.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elder Ignore</title><summary type='text'>I sometimes wish I were Chinese or Chippewa where elders are revered, instead of ignored as we Americans do.   At a recent gathering of younger people, parents of small children, I just sat in a chair out of  traffic.  The only person who spoke to me was a 3-year-old who planted himself in front of me and said, "HI!"  When I complained about the lavishing of presents (privately) and expressed the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/4345722497176603888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=4345722497176603888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/4345722497176603888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/4345722497176603888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2008/01/elder-ignore.html' title='Elder Ignore'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-7051674984378521785</id><published>2007-10-20T12:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T12:59:10.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TV commercials</title><summary type='text'>Does anybody besides me remember the one-sponsor TV Show--such as Chevrolet for the Dinah Shore Show, Texaco for Milton Berle, etc.?  Nowadays, I count as many as 11 commercials between "We'll be right back," and the actual being back.  I record most shows--like ER--so I can rush through the commercials.  Anything on HBO is worth the price of HBO because I know I'm going to see an uninterrupted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/7051674984378521785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=7051674984378521785&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/7051674984378521785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/7051674984378521785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/10/tv-commercials.html' title='TV commercials'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-2348693407579519346</id><published>2007-10-17T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:20:17.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>llanguages</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday as I was opening a frozen dinner, I saw that the instructions were in three languages--English, Spanish and French (I think).  It got me to wondering, what's next?  Farsi?  Arabic?   Chinese?  There won't be room on the wrapper for all the languages which might be needed by the consumer.  Bigger packaging, thus killing more trees?My father-in-law, bless his soul, immigrated from Italy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/2348693407579519346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=2348693407579519346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/2348693407579519346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/2348693407579519346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/10/llanguages.html' title='llanguages'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-4889381600833158146</id><published>2007-09-06T07:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T07:40:18.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked Muthah</title><summary type='text'>I have developed a friendship with one of the maintenance guys--Clint--here, who is younger than my youngest son.  He comes to work on the computer and just talk, but is here a lot.  My nosy neighbor thinks there's "something going on"--how ridiculous--and every time his truck is in the driveway, she finds an excuse to come over and snoop.So Clint and I have developed a plan that will really give</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/4889381600833158146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=4889381600833158146&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/4889381600833158146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/4889381600833158146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/09/wicked-muthah.html' title='Wicked Muthah'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-6002243427110037810</id><published>2007-09-05T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:20:20.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Regional Dialogue</title><summary type='text'>Every time I move, I have to learn a completely new language.  In Chicago, it was waiting for an object to the preposition as in ,"Are you going with?"  With whom?  Nobody ever finished the sentence.In the small town in Wisconsin, if you ordered barbecue, you got sloppy Joes.  A hot dish was anything with hamburger in a casserole.  A barbecue was cooking hamburgers outdoors on the grill.Here in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/6002243427110037810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=6002243427110037810&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/6002243427110037810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/6002243427110037810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/09/regional-dialogue.html' title='Regional Dialogue'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-7599072959136527607</id><published>2007-08-26T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T07:58:42.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trouble</title><summary type='text'>There seems to be trouble on my blogspot. I keep sending stuff here that never appears.A woman down the street was knifed in the stomach Friday night.  This is the second time that woman has been attacked by a man wearing a hoodie and a mask, in the middle of the night.  She's in the hospital. It seems that her son was dealing drugs out of her house and did some people really bad, so the suspect </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/7599072959136527607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=7599072959136527607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/7599072959136527607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/7599072959136527607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/08/trouble.html' title='trouble'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-8218953235676518295</id><published>2007-08-15T07:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T07:24:56.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocabulary--Theirs and Ours</title><summary type='text'>I have decided that the thing that separates the generations is vocabulary.  Marty and I were talking the other day, and he said that his step daughter and husband and their 13-year-old twin boys played a lot of "Catch Phrase" while they were here from New Mexico.  He was astounded at what even the parents didn't know.  Kids, especially, are amazed at those round black things that go round and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/8218953235676518295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=8218953235676518295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/8218953235676518295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/8218953235676518295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/08/vocabulary-theirs-and-ours.html' title='Vocabulary--Theirs and Ours'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-3712270407434401423</id><published>2007-08-14T07:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T08:00:34.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Young vandals and bad parenting</title><summary type='text'>We have been having some vandalism here on the base.  Twelve-year-old kids who wait until their parents are asleep, and create havoc from 2 a.m. to 4 a.m.  They have slashed an above-ground swimming pool, a trampoline, and attacked a woman down the street twice.  We have very little police protection, and after 45 minutes when the sheriff got here, of course the kids were gone, and the sheriff </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/3712270407434401423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=3712270407434401423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/3712270407434401423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/3712270407434401423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/08/young-vandals-and-bad-parenting.html' title='Young vandals and bad parenting'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-1705633576725383597</id><published>2007-08-13T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T10:49:15.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come to the Fair</title><summary type='text'>I know I've been neglecting things here.  I've been having Physical Therapy three times a week for the past month, and it's really helping.  This is my 3d go-round with PT clinics, and the first time I've gotten help.  I told my trainer today I'm going to sign up for a marathon (not) next year.I am so much better that Marty took me to the Marquette Co. Fair yesterday.  I think it's the first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/1705633576725383597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=1705633576725383597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/1705633576725383597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/1705633576725383597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/08/come-to-fair.html' title='Come to the Fair'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-8790580961021915378</id><published>2007-07-18T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T11:40:17.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely vs. Alone</title><summary type='text'>The other day at a study group, when I said since my husband died 14 years ago and I was alone, this man  looked me straight in the eye and said, "It's your fault that you are alone."  I wanted to ask  if I should start selling sex so as not to be alone.  The poor guy has not a smidgen of an idea of what it means to be alone.  He has a living, healthy wife, and they belong to a lot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/8790580961021915378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=8790580961021915378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/8790580961021915378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/8790580961021915378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/07/lonely-vs-alone.html' title='Lonely vs. Alone'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-7132843535894817239</id><published>2007-07-14T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T18:09:50.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A blanket apology</title><summary type='text'>Well, I've done it--alienated one of my kids because of my tirade against cell phones.  What I want him to know is that every phone call is precious--even from a cell phone in a car.Well I remember my mother saying, "I don't know why god lets me live so long."  When you get old, you are sort of excess baggage to the kids.  They have to make "duty calls" to an aging parent, and I remember well </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/7132843535894817239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=7132843535894817239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/7132843535894817239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/7132843535894817239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/07/blanket-apology.html' title='A blanket apology'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-6812963205757555681</id><published>2007-07-11T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:30:56.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cell phone bitchin'</title><summary type='text'>Over my 70+ years, I have had to adapt to new things--cordless phones, no operator on the other end because you can't dial "O" again, the computer and all its wonders.  Most of this I have become acclimated to and some I even enjoy.BUT I HATE CELL PHONES.  I think they're the rudest thing we have come up with yet.  It's rude, sitting in a restaurant and having to listen to some guy's conversation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/6812963205757555681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=6812963205757555681&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/6812963205757555681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/6812963205757555681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/07/cell-phone-bitchin.html' title='cell phone bitchin&apos;'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-974833664040248382</id><published>2007-07-06T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T07:57:53.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boycott of One</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I handed  back to my Schwan's guy a box of frozen "Alaskan salmon" which had a label, "Product of China," telling him to tell his superiors that he has at least one customer who won't buy, or eat, anything that is a product of China.  I know my little boycott isn't going to make a shred of difference to Schwan's, but things are getting scary.  Toothpaste, cat food, fish--what's next?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/974833664040248382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=974833664040248382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/974833664040248382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/974833664040248382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/07/boycott-of-one.html' title='Boycott of One'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-8674853162685139992</id><published>2007-07-04T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:03:49.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Addendum</title><summary type='text'>Jerry Springer was one of the radio commentators on the concert.  Shortly after that he went to Chicago and went crazy.  He had been mayor of Cincy before it was learned that he paid  prostitute with a credit card.Also, Eric Kunzel, the conductor is now conducting the Boston Pops.  A great loss for Cincinnati.Muthah</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/8674853162685139992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=8674853162685139992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/8674853162685139992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/8674853162685139992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/07/addendum.html' title='Addendum'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-6441398253012817524</id><published>2007-07-04T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:31:16.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad 4th</title><summary type='text'>Muthah is very sad tonight.  I just watched my 1992 VHS of the Cincinnati Pops and chorus in their 4th of July concert at River Bend.  I realized that in these 15 years I have almost completely lost my patriotism.  I got tears in my eyes when they played all the patriotic music, but I have lost so much in the last 15 years, that it all just made me very sad.  I realized that my husband was alive </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/6441398253012817524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=6441398253012817524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/6441398253012817524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/6441398253012817524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/07/sad-4th.html' title='Sad 4th'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-5336650328601848218</id><published>2007-07-03T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T10:33:23.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"IT"</title><summary type='text'>Muthah wonders today what ever happened to "It"--the scooter-type thing that had us guessing for months.  It was supposed to revolutionize the way we get around-one had only to think where one wanted to go, and it went there.  But I've never seen one, not even one.  Maybe "It" thought its way out of existence.  Anybody??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/5336650328601848218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=5336650328601848218&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/5336650328601848218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/5336650328601848218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/07/it.html' title='&quot;IT&quot;'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-8029157790169667581</id><published>2007-07-01T07:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T07:25:13.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong numbers</title><summary type='text'>Muthah is very angry this morning.  At 1:15 a.m., RING, RING.  I answered, and a bright female voice said,  "Is this Bridget?"   This same person has dialed me now twice in the middle of the night asking for Bridget.  I didn't read her out about dialing wrong numbers in the middle of the night--but more Idiocracy.Muthah</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/8029157790169667581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=8029157790169667581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/8029157790169667581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/8029157790169667581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/07/wrong-numbers.html' title='wrong numbers'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-2851878033319439219</id><published>2007-06-30T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T15:43:14.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IDIOCRACY</title><summary type='text'>At Andy's suggestion, I watched IDIOCRACY.   It is very funny, but I fear also very prophetic.  Two average people are propelled into 2500, and find that they are the smartest people in the world.  Our language is all but gone, books are for "fags" and nobody reads or writes.  I don't actually think it will be 500 years before this prophecy comes true.  In fact, I know a lot of people who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/2851878033319439219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=2851878033319439219&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/2851878033319439219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/2851878033319439219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/06/idiocracy.html' title='IDIOCRACY'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-2973962958071716057</id><published>2007-06-30T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T12:29:31.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><summary type='text'>A friend sent me this today and I thought it merited sending on.  It's so true!In just a few days we will celebrate the birth of our great nation. For most Americans, our defining characteristic is freedom. We live in the land of the free. We send troops abroad to defend our freedom. To be American is to love freedom. Except that we don't really know what it means to be free, so we choose other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/2973962958071716057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=2973962958071716057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/2973962958071716057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/2973962958071716057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/06/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-8212364458715031593</id><published>2007-06-30T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T08:03:32.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Free Gifts"</title><summary type='text'>I must be on the mailing list for many charities.  I keep getting asked for $$ with "free gift inside" on the outside, and address labels on the inside.  I know this is designed to make me feel guilty for accepting the free gift and send $$.  But what is a "Free Gift"?  I always thought all gifts were free, with no strings attached, except for the psychological impetus to do something in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/8212364458715031593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=8212364458715031593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/8212364458715031593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/8212364458715031593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/06/free-gifts.html' title='&quot;Free Gifts&quot;'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-5062684000451606758</id><published>2007-06-29T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:10:22.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol, tobacco and teenagers</title><summary type='text'>First of all, I have two things to admit:  I am a happily recovering alcoholic and I have been smoking for 60 years.  What's bothering me most is that the government is trying to claim that the tobacco companies are luring teenagers.  Where on earth are all these ads, since they killed Joe Camel?     Alcohol.  When all sorts of seductive beverages have commercials on television, sometimes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/5062684000451606758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=5062684000451606758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/5062684000451606758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/5062684000451606758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/06/alcohol-tobacco-and-teenagers.html' title='Alcohol, tobacco and teenagers'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-1064184095509680240</id><published>2007-06-28T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T15:46:05.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbing--Again</title><summary type='text'>Well, I tried..hit the wrong key, of course.  I record "The DAILY SHOW" every night and watch it in the morning.  Today I learned that Michael Moore was bumped last night on the Larry King  Show by Paris Hilton.  Michael's new movie is trying to get improvement in our health care system, while PH just wanted to whine about how unfair it all was.  Why do we care more about this spoiled rich girl </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/1064184095509680240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=1064184095509680240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/1064184095509680240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/1064184095509680240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/06/dumbing-again.html' title='Dumbing--Again'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-9151240044563705264</id><published>2007-06-28T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T15:37:15.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dumbing Down of America</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/9151240044563705264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=9151240044563705264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/9151240044563705264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/9151240044563705264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/06/dumbing-down-of-america_28.html' title='The Dumbing Down of America'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-297399033539807904</id><published>2007-06-28T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T15:36:39.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dumbing Down of America</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/297399033539807904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=297399033539807904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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knock on my door any time with a casserole.Muthah</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/1630526672072208505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=1630526672072208505&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/1630526672072208505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/1630526672072208505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/06/casserole-from-golf-widow.html' title='Casserole from Golf Widow'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-1536785895171960451</id><published>2007-06-26T07:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T07:21:42.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JESSIE DAVIS</title><summary type='text'>I wish I could generate some sympathy for Jessie Davis, who was found dead the other day with baby Chloe still in her womb.  Why on earth would a woman bear a child with a known womanizer, then turn around two years later and get pregnant by him again?  She had to have known that he was married and that he was spreading his sperm all over town.We have lost our morals!!!Muthan</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/1536785895171960451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=1536785895171960451&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/1536785895171960451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/1536785895171960451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/06/jessie-davis.html' title='JESSIE DAVIS'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-1889352034716121313</id><published>2007-06-26T07:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T07:18:33.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GUNS</title><summary type='text'>Okay, Andy warned you.  I got to thinking about the Second Amendment last night, which I believe was created to form a militia against repressive government.  Here's my proposal:  Why don't about a million of you gun owners storm the White House and take over our corrupt government?  I am sick of being lied to, of fighting a war where we have no business being there, poor people getting poorer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/1889352034716121313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=1889352034716121313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/1889352034716121313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/1889352034716121313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/06/guns.html' title='GUNS'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374069724779135269.post-1122407046384232303</id><published>2007-06-24T07:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T12:48:04.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutha's Musings</title><summary type='text'>This is Muthah Martello (Andy's mother for those who know him).  I decided to join the blogging fun.Write to me--I have all kinds of thoughts and opinions.  Hanging above my computer is a plaque which reads "You can agree with me or you can be wrong."Muthah</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/feeds/1122407046384232303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374069724779135269&amp;postID=1122407046384232303&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/1122407046384232303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374069724779135269/posts/default/1122407046384232303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wynmartello-muthah.blogspot.com/2007/06/muthas-musings.html' title='Mutha&apos;s Musings'/><author><name>muthah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
