<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317244.post110956380053410239..comments</id><updated>2007-04-15T20:19:53.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on StudPace: nothen 4 christmas</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studpace.blogspot.com/feeds/110956380053410239/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/110956380053410239/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studpace.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothen-4-christmas.html'/><author><name>Stud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09237581968479227891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317244.post-111159140796716762</id><published>2005-03-23T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T10:23:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MUTINY!!!!!!!I AM NO LONGER CHECKING THIS BLOG.  I...</title><content type='html'>MUTINY!!!!!!!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I AM NO LONGER CHECKING THIS BLOG.  IT'S A WASTE OF TIME AND I ALWAYS GET MY HOPES UP JUST TO BE DISAPPOINTED.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I USED TO LIVE FOR YOUR POSTS, BUT I CAN'T KEEP GETTING MY HEART BROKEN.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;SINCERELY,&lt;BR/&gt;A DEPRESSED FORMER FAN</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/110956380053410239/comments/default/111159140796716762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/110956380053410239/comments/default/111159140796716762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studpace.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothen-4-christmas.html?showComment=1111591380000#c111159140796716762' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://studpace.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothen-4-christmas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317244.post-110956380053410239' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/posts/default/110956380053410239' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317244.post-110977613510380119</id><published>2005-03-02T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T10:08:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can relate to this,as I was the youngest and alw...</title><content type='html'>I can relate to this,as I was the youngest and always picked on and tormented about everything.  I still think the youngest turn out the best, don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;Mom would always introduce me as her baby.  Can you believe it?  Typical situation, in a grocery store, when she meets one of her friends.  I'm about 16 and a foot taller than Mom. Her friend asks if I am her youngest son and then it happens--Yes, he's the baby. How embarrassing!! And at 16, this is about the ultimate embarrassment!&lt;br /&gt;And Alecia thinks she had it bad!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/110956380053410239/comments/default/110977613510380119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/110956380053410239/comments/default/110977613510380119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studpace.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothen-4-christmas.html?showComment=1109776080000#c110977613510380119' title=''/><author><name>DAD-WHIT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363193499770306116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://studpace.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothen-4-christmas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317244.post-110956380053410239' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/posts/default/110956380053410239' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317244.post-110965358048884050</id><published>2005-03-01T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T00:06:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I would looooove to hear more about the nintendo e...</title><content type='html'>I would looooove to hear more about the nintendo episode.  I bet you cried like a little fairy.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/110956380053410239/comments/default/110965358048884050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/110956380053410239/comments/default/110965358048884050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studpace.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothen-4-christmas.html?showComment=1109653560000#c110965358048884050' title=''/><author><name>Kentucky Vixen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12015684949758308301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://studpace.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothen-4-christmas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317244.post-110956380053410239' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/posts/default/110956380053410239' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317244.post-110964587705800037</id><published>2005-02-28T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T21:57:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sams,
That is good stuff!  I guess I will have to ...</title><content type='html'>Sams,&lt;br /&gt;That is good stuff!  I guess I will have to elaborate on those memories.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/110956380053410239/comments/default/110964587705800037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/110956380053410239/comments/default/110964587705800037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studpace.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothen-4-christmas.html?showComment=1109645820000#c110964587705800037' title=''/><author><name>Stud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09237581968479227891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10047887283089592137'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://studpace.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothen-4-christmas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317244.post-110956380053410239' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/posts/default/110956380053410239' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317244.post-110964382289054513</id><published>2005-02-28T21:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T21:23:00.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's another great flashback from your teen year...</title><content type='html'>Here's another great flashback from your teen years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crow mate w/ one nut cotton briscoe gets syphilis"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or remember when I cut david duncan's hair...or remember that time we were playing PGA Golf for sega genesis for a NICKEL a hole and I poked you in the side and you missed a put and you threw your controller at me but it missed and went into the ceiling fan and got hung up and just stared spinning a round and around and around.....or how about playing poker and using cereal boxes to distract your opponent whilst another poker playing redneck would steal his money....maybe gambling wasn't such a good idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So says Big Sams!!!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/110956380053410239/comments/default/110964382289054513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/110956380053410239/comments/default/110964382289054513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studpace.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothen-4-christmas.html?showComment=1109643780001#c110964382289054513' title=''/><author><name>gunsblazen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14935493841462526567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://studpace.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothen-4-christmas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317244.post-110956380053410239' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/posts/default/110956380053410239' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317244.post-110964381063664776</id><published>2005-02-28T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T21:23:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's another great flashback from your teen year...</title><content type='html'>Here's another great flashback from your teen years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crow mate w/ one nut cotton briscoe gets syphilis"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or remember when I cut david duncan's hair...or remember that time we were playing PGA Golf for sega genesis for a NICKEL a hole and I poked you in the side and you missed a put and you threw your controller at me but it missed and went into the ceiling fan and got hung up and just stared spinning a round and around and around.....or how about playing poker and using cereal boxes to distract your opponent whilst another poker playing redneck would steal his money....maybe gambling wasn't such a good idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So says Big Sams!!!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/110956380053410239/comments/default/110964381063664776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/110956380053410239/comments/default/110964381063664776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studpace.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothen-4-christmas.html?showComment=1109643780000#c110964381063664776' title=''/><author><name>gunsblazen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14935493841462526567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://studpace.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothen-4-christmas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317244.post-110956380053410239' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/posts/default/110956380053410239' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317244.post-110957440047673626</id><published>2005-02-28T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T02:06:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to say that I side more with the older brot...</title><content type='html'>I have to say that I side more with the older brothers, although it pains me to do so.  KimPossible still fights her baby's battles and it's no fun being on her receiving end... although it's worth it all when a full throttle tantrum goes into effect.  He still employs the crying, screaming, and physical attacks.  The best example of something that provokes such a violent reaction is any given Sunday on the Whitaker Croquet Lawn.  He hates to lose and the complete domination he endures... Let's just say I've never seen a sore loser launch a croquet ball so far into oblivion.  I guess some cry babies just never grow up.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/110956380053410239/comments/default/110957440047673626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/110956380053410239/comments/default/110957440047673626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studpace.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothen-4-christmas.html?showComment=1109574360000#c110957440047673626' title=''/><author><name>A-Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12015684949758308301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://studpace.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothen-4-christmas.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317244.post-110956380053410239' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317244/posts/default/110956380053410239' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>