<?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-167259444472487666</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:12:59.036-08:00</updated><category term='Intro'/><category term='Whine Time'/><title type='text'>Inane Insane Southern Granny</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaneinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167259444472487666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaneinsane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04063852047603482837</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167259444472487666.post-8520858161482567881</id><published>2011-10-28T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T07:11:18.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whine Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro'/><title type='text'>Tired. Just Tired</title><content type='html'>I am so tired... of being sick, of being tired, and of being a bitch because of both. When will I get my strength and patience back? Ever? It's been more than a month. My family is tired of me snarking at them and I am tired of having so little energy I snark at every little snag in my day. It's horrible and I feel horrible for doing it. Somewhere I lost my brain-to-mouth filter. I'm going from bubbly to bitch in .002 seconds. No wait, that's a lie. I haven't seen bubbly anywhere but in&amp;nbsp;my witch's brew since September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First post and I'm whining. Well, get used to it. This is for me, my rant and whine spot. My brag about my grands spot. Hopefully my humor spot now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short intro... I am Me, 52 years old today, born and bred in the south. I have been married 33 years and have two great sons and five greater grandkids. I am the epitome of the gushing granny people duck behind trashcans to avoid. I am the old cliche, countrified,&amp;nbsp;"If'n I'd a known havin' Grandkids wuz so much fun, I'd a had them first!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One son is grown, gone, and soaring,&amp;nbsp;one lives with Hubs and me&amp;nbsp;with his 2 children, 3 year old M and 8 year old C. C is the only grand I got to enjoy as a newborn and as a result (I think), he has a slightly tighter grip on my heart. Or maybe that is the result of the medical problems he has,&amp;nbsp;which makes me&amp;nbsp;feel like he needs me the most. A born nurturer loves to be needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grands range in age from thirteen to three. I look at my newly minted teenager and wonder where all the time went. I'm too young to have a teenaged GRANDDAUGHTER! Then my body will rise up and slap me and remind me that while my brain is stuck at 21, the rest of me has rapid aged to about seventy. I also get a reality cold shower every time I remember that I had my first child at age 19,&amp;nbsp;as did my son, and if little Miss H follows suit I will be a GREAT grandmother in six years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez Louise and holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the high potential of future whining about the following I am just going to throw it out there. I live with many chronic illnesses. One is Cerebral Palsey. It has only been an annoyance most of my life but now that I am older that has changed. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tired litte Me is off for a nap. Do you like me now? How about now? 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