<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322662</id><updated>2009-02-20T17:41:07.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Peach Pages</title><subtitle type='html'>A Georgia Peach firmly entrenched in the deep South...west.  

I know what I know.  And what I don't, I act like I do.
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeachpages.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322662/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeachpages.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489747127679852992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322662.post-108817575115967988</id><published>2004-06-25T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T08:11:29.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If :  Work In Progress</title><content type='html'>I am often mistaken for being flat-chested.  I am also often mistaken for being blonde.  It just goes to show you that looks can be deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had breast reduction surgery on January 10, 2003, following a diagnosis of mammarus gigacticus.  In plainspeak, it means, "Holy freaking crap, your boobs are huge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision to succumb to the surgeon's knife was made after snapping the waistband of my elastic pajamas and injuring a nipple.  Awakening a few moments later from a dead faint, I announced to my husband that I would no longer accept kicking my breasts while walking as normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at me with terror-filled eyes, he squeaked, "But I &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322662-108817575115967988?l=thepeachpages.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeachpages.blogspot.com/feeds/108817575115967988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322662&amp;postID=108817575115967988' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322662/posts/default/108817575115967988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322662/posts/default/108817575115967988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeachpages.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-if-work-in-progress.html' title='What If :  Work In Progress'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489747127679852992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193864755555064243'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322662.post-108739800590914892</id><published>2004-06-16T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T08:00:05.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Write</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's never easy to answer the question, "Why do you write?"  &lt;/strong&gt; It's like asking a criminal why he runs when he hears sirens.  You just &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see stories in everything I do.  It's like seeing dead people, only not so creepy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a story in the way my oldest son can't seem to quit getting toothpaste in his eyes when he brushes his teeth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a story in the way my youngest son builds intricately designed cities out of Legos for hours and then destroys it in a matter of seconds with a rogue band of green army men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a story in my baby brother, bravely marching off to war in Iraq, knowing the risks involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a story in my husband's 19-year struggle to obtain a degree while working full-time with a wife and two children at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's the story of me, the one who observes it all and puts her thoughts into words and shares it with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that one day, my words can inspire women to see the joys in being a wife and mother.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hope it can render them concious to the fact that they need to turn on the light when they use the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write because I have a story to tell.  I pray that someone wants to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322662-108739800590914892?l=thepeachpages.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeachpages.blogspot.com/feeds/108739800590914892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322662&amp;postID=108739800590914892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322662/posts/default/108739800590914892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322662/posts/default/108739800590914892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeachpages.blogspot.com/2004/06/why-i-write.html' title='Why I Write'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489747127679852992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193864755555064243'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322662.post-108733349965450596</id><published>2004-06-15T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T14:04:59.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If?</title><content type='html'>Joined a writer's support group, started by Andrea over at Unhinged.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a new blog (this would be it) and will use this for my writing assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I hope I get an A just for figuring this out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322662-108733349965450596?l=thepeachpages.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeachpages.blogspot.com/feeds/108733349965450596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322662&amp;postID=108733349965450596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322662/posts/default/108733349965450596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322662/posts/default/108733349965450596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeachpages.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-if.html' title='What If?'/><author><name>Peachy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489747127679852992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193864755555064243'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>