<?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-9238345</id><updated>2011-11-02T07:59:23.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny's House</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannyshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9238345/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannyshouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GrannyAunt Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240830675337884565</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9238345.post-110113443939246700</id><published>2004-11-22T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T06:40:39.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! Boy! Monday Morning</title><content type='html'>To One and All,&lt;br /&gt;As the title states it is Monday morning and the cargo van is still parked.  The driver is parked some where upstairs . I"m not sure if he's watching television, playing games on playstaion or just what. However he still keeps things going: house cleaned, meals cooked.&lt;br /&gt;After a few mintues of consideration I have decided maybe he should be a house husband.  I will give this more consideration since this isn't what my generation would expect. I wonder if this old dog can learn new tricks. Well, guess we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG, Greatgranny, reminded me I have all ways thought differently as my father raised me  rather then my mother. Dad was a truck driver therefore I spent most of my youth in a truck. This was back in a time when girls weren't allowed to have such freedom.  I wore jeans, t-shirts, sneakers, ( known as tennis shoes),  a cap.  Until I was fourteen or so most of my Dad's friends thought I was his son. Safer that way you know.  It may have been safer but it left this old girl somewhat onfused.  Until I was fifteen or so I more or less lived as a male.  Then suddenly I was to live as a female. You know, it was time to be what everyone thought a female should be. So, ok, just what is that? I am still looking for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;Since I have some thinking to do about a house husband, roll reversals and other things I'm off to get some of it done.&lt;br /&gt;Until later,&lt;br /&gt;Granny Aunt Faye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9238345-110113443939246700?l=grannyshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannyshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/110113443939246700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9238345&amp;postID=110113443939246700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9238345/posts/default/110113443939246700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9238345/posts/default/110113443939246700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannyshouse.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-boy-monday-morning.html' title='Oh! Boy! Monday Morning'/><author><name>GrannyAunt Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240830675337884565</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9238345.post-110088456092739009</id><published>2004-11-19T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T09:18:51.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny's Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Hello to Anyone interested in an old woman's ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;I have been on this wonderful earth quite some time now and I still find people fantastic, and maybe a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I have a person in my life that proves the point. This one person has bought a cargo van, quit his job, tried working as a contractor with freight service relocation, quit this position, selling the cargo van, sitting at home playing solitaire on the computer.  Now, can anyone tell me why a 52 year old male would do this? Ok, I understand men have mid-life crisis however could he not have bought a sports car,  had an affair with a younger woman? So, if this is not crazy could someone tell me what is?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but not all is lost. He does keep the house cleaned and things organized.&lt;br /&gt;Any comments will be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Until later,&lt;br /&gt;GrannyAunt Faye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9238345-110088456092739009?l=grannyshouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grannyshouse.blogspot.com/feeds/110088456092739009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9238345&amp;postID=110088456092739009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9238345/posts/default/110088456092739009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9238345/posts/default/110088456092739009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grannyshouse.blogspot.com/2004/11/grannys-dilemma.html' title='Granny&apos;s Dilemma'/><author><name>GrannyAunt Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240830675337884565</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
