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<title>greasy.com - Tales From Janet Land</title>
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<description>janetk's Blog</description>
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<copyright>&#169; 12:23:15 Greasy.com  All rights reserved.</copyright>
<pubDate>Sun,  Jul 12:23:15 6 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Friendly's, Target and Sex</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/friendlys_target_sex.html</link>
<description> That about sums up my visit to America so far...Ha! No really... Today is the last day here in Gloucester, tomorrow we head for Vermont and then Friday, it's back to Canada for this girl. Back to the kids and the house and the land of ice and snow. Ha. Just kidding. *Actually*...there has been very little summer in this neck of the woods and it's pissing me off. What does America have against me and sunshine?! My point is that this adventure is not even half finished. We've only just begun ...</description>
<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 16:41:25 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Break it Down</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/break.html</link>
<description> Like DJ Lance Rock&#x2026;you know&#x2026;the strange, retro-lookin&#x2019; guy from Yo Gabba Gabba? That show is so fucking whacked. And I remember the first time I saw it, I commented to nobody in particular that I gave it half a season, at best, before it was pulled from Treehouse because what kid would want to watch those gumby like dudes break dancing as Elijah Wood be-bopped on screen? Turns out I was wrong. Really, really wrong. It&#x2019;s a hit with the kids&#x2026;and not just my equally whacked children ...</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 13:35:34 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Old School Janetk</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/old_school_janetk.html</link>
<description> Old school in that it&#x2019;s going to be one of my patented point form posts. From back in the day. Okay, enough cheesy lingo&#x2026; On with the post! &#xB7; The little, brown mouse in the breezeway has started to grow on me. Go ahead and read that again, I know it&#x2019;s hard to believe. Now before all of you fucked up mouse lovers out there get all excited and jazzed&#x2026;only THIS mouse has started to grow on me. Not ALL mice. I still hate mice in general but this little guy has started to wear me down  ...</description>
<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 13:40:33 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Lost and Found</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/lost.html</link>
<description> I remember, quite some time ago, Gwen saying that her relationship with her now ex was like, &#x201C;best friends who happened to share children&#x201D; and I remember that statement really resounding with me. It summed up Rock and I, it seemed and I&#x2019;ve used her words on numerous occasions while trying to describe what&#x2019;s happened to my marriage. I think back to reading that line and wonder, now, how I could ever have identified with the statement. Rock and I couldn&#x2019;t be further from it. It&#x2019;s ...</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 23:07:55 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Mona in Da House</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/mona_da_house.html</link>
<description> Yep. That&#x2019;s right. I&#x2019;ve actually reduced the content of my blog posts to updates on the status of my period. Damn, that&#x2019;s sad. She arrived late last night, which is always so shitty, isn&#x2019;t it ladies? I used to be one of those people who could always catch her. She always knocked on the door first before throwing her shoes off and getting comfy with a bowl of Cheetos and a chocolate bar the size of my head. Not anymore. No&#x2026; now she just throws the door open without so much as a ta ...</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 13:39:25 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>A &#x22;What the F*ck?!&#x22; Post</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/fck_post.html</link>
<description> Answer this for me, please: Anyone else having trouble posting comments on blogs lately? Anyone else having trouble seeing the comments posted on their blog articles? I noticed it a few times yesterday, starting with me attempting to comment on Mary elkhound&#x2019;s blog. And then this morning, the comments on my post, &#x201C;A**holes, Airports and Whole Grain Bread&#x201D; wouldn&#x2019;t appear no matter how many times I refreshed the page. And I couldn&#x2019;t comment yet again on the posts I read. What the  ...</description>
<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 13:42:23 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>A**holes, Airports and Whole Grain Bread</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/aholes_airports_grain_bread.html</link>
<description> Don thinks he may need some Tuck&#x2019;s medicated pads for the new asshole I ripped him in Monday&#x2019;s post. If I told you where all of that anger and rage and hurt came from&#x2026;if I shared with you what the conversations that nearly destroyed us were about, you would think it was a typo. You would scratch your head in disbelief and wonder what the fuck was wrong with us. If I told you how close we came to disintegration on Sunday * and * Monday, you would surely wonder how we could overcome so ...</description>
<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 13:57:37 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Shower Spider</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/shower_spider.html</link>
<description> &#x201C;Give me artificial, give me superficial, give me a commercial life that can&#x2019;t be bought.&#x201D; (Operation Ivy) A spider sat waiting for me in my shower this morning. Black And fat And maybe even a little bit hairy. A spider sat waiting for me in the corner of the shower, Encouraging me to write. But what would I say? That I am human? With moving parts? And a mother? And imperfections that make me real? And an overwhelming sense of disappointment gripping my heart? Maybe&#x2026;. Or maybe I wo ...</description>
<pubDate>Mon, 9 Jun 2008 12:55:40 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Janetk&#x2019;s List of Distracting Preparations</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/janetks_list_distracting.html</link>
<description> Today is Emma&#x2019;s birthday party with her friends. I don&#x2019;t know why I agree to these things, honestly. I don&#x2019;t even like kids, especially the little girls she&#x2019;s invited over for today. And quite frankly, I can&#x2019;t really bring myself to do much in preparation. Not yet, anyway. I&#x2019;m sure I&#x2019;ll run around like a chicken with it&#x2019;s head cut off a few hours before hand. But for right now, I just want to ignore the fact that in a few hours, my house will be full of giggling, shrieking, ...</description>
<pubDate>Sat, 7 Jun 2008 13:36:45 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Courage</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/courage.html</link>
<description> &#x201C;Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go; it is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow.&#x201D; -- Alice Mackenzie Swaim Michael is crawling. He started doing a version of crawling around the fifteen month mark and just recently, as we get closer and closer to the sixteen month age, he started * really * crawling. And now he&#x2019;s a demon on all fours, scooting around the kitchen and dining room when released from the stifling confines of a high chair, finding shreds of ...</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 6 Jun 2008 13:26:46 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>540 Miles</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/540_miles.html</link>
<description> I hung up last night with a most unsettled feeling. That&#x2019;s part of the trouble with living 540 miles away from the person you love. The person you need. The person who needs you. I can&#x2019;t be witness to what happens after I hit the &#x201C;off&#x201D; button on the phone. I can&#x2019;t be witness to the in between moments when the need is the greatest. My voice isn&#x2019;t enough. And I have to trust that which I &#x201C;see&#x201D; from 540 miles away. Quietly sitting on the steps in the warm morning sun, watching ...</description>
<pubDate>Mon, 2 Jun 2008 13:37:16 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Lucky Number Seven</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/lucky_number.html</link>
<description> Kate is running around the living shouting, &#x201C;GO WILDCATS GO!&#x201D;. Emma received High School Musical Two on DVD for her birthday from yours truly. It&#x2019;s playing on the TV right now. And Emma is seven years old. Michael is standing in his crib, gripping onto the side, holding on for dear life, saying, &#x201C;Oh no. Oh no. Oh no&#x201D; over and over again in between shouting in his patented war cry kinda way. He&#x2019;s watching Kate and listening to her Wildcats cheer. I think he thinks he&#x2019;s joining ...</description>
<pubDate>Sun, 1 Jun 2008 22:57:55 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Saturday Morning Corn Pops and Rain Drops</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/saturday_morning_corn_pops_rain.html</link>
<description> &#x201C;Sometimes it seems like love is just a fancy word for compromise. You&#x2019;ve gotta read between the years. You gotta write between the lines.&#x201D; (Ani Difranco) It&#x2019;s raining pretty hard out there this morning. The clouds started moving in yesterday afternoon and by the time the sun went down, the rain had started. Hard and fast and noisy. I&#x2019;m guessing that it rained all night, by the looks of the sodden ground this morning and the slick, clean looking car in the driveway. It&#x2019;s still  ...</description>
<pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2008 15:47:02 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Too Much Sleep = Random Babbling</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/sleep_random_babbling.html</link>
<description> This post is what happens when janetk has more than four hours of sleep in a night. I went upstairs at around eleven thirty last night, having hung up after a powerful conversation with the American Boy that, unfortunately, ended with him feeling &#x201C;fired up&#x201D;. I am going to tell you the story of what happened with my friend, K. Maybe it will help you understand why I intend to wash my hands of her and move on, despite my intense love for her little boy. It&#x2019;s not just that she isn&#x2019;t s ...</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 14:01:20 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Return to Innocence</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/return_innocence.html</link>
<description> Let's see how far I get with this before the children start demanding food, shall we? I received the DVD set of one of my all time favorite shows, &#x22;My So-Called Life&#x22; as a belated mother's day gift. You already know the giver. What you might not realize is how fucking hard it was for me to accept the gift. I've been rationing the episodes. Watching half of one, maybe a whole one, but never more, once a day. I watched one called, &#x22;The Zit&#x22; the other night. It played a song called, &#x22;Return T ...</description>
<pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 22:02:35 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>It's Been Awhile</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/awhile.html</link>
<description> It is going to be a day and a half, that much I know right now. Emma is home sick again today. She is looking better and has been a bit on the whiny side this morning, which tells me that she is feeling more like herself. Ha. But I wanted to keep her home for one more day, to keep an eye on her and be extra, extra certain that she is well enough to go to school. She woke up yesterday evening on the couch, burning hot and screaming at the top of her lungs. And that was after telling me that ...</description>
<pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 13:16:54 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>The Ping Pong Post</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/ping_pong_post.html</link>
<description> So named because a while ago, AJ commented that my mind was like a ping pong ball. And I think that today&#x2019;s post, long overdue because I&#x2019;ve been at a loss for words again, is going to have the same feel. Emma is sick. It started on Saturday night when she came home from the neighbor&#x2019;s. She was really, really sick on Sunday. Enough to worry me. Enough to bring me home early from work. And she was sick yesterday, home from school and spending her entire day on the couch, glassy eyed an ...</description>
<pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 17:07:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Muddled Minds</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/muddled_minds.html</link>
<description> I am determined to post something. Yesterday I tried several times to write something. I would be sitting outside, soaking up the little, tiny bits of sunshine that poked through the thick, grey clouds threatening rain and more dampness, and I would be hit with inspiration. A thought or a sentence would roll through my head and I would jump and run inside to the computer to type it out. Feeling like I was on some kind of tangible roll. But as soon as my fingers hit the keys, the thought or ...</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 13:35:04 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>The Weekend's Top Ten</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/weekends_top.html</link>
<description> My heart is breaking. It's thoroughly amazing how quickly I am able to fall back into my regular routine and my regular life. I guess that part of that ability is good...I am able to distract myself from the crushing pain in my chest when I'm making bottles and fixing Kate breakfasts after breakfasts. I'm able to distract myself from the feeling of losing air, like a leak from an air mattress, when I'm cleaning and doing laundry. So, it's good. I guess. The only trouble is that as soon as  ...</description>
<pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 14:00:12 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Canadian Girl in America</title>
<link>http://greasy.com/janetk/canadian_girl_america.html</link>
<description> I will be drunk by the end of this post...I'm on mini vacation after all. Ha. This will also be a quick, little post because there is an American Boy to hug sitting in the grown up living room, which is completely void of sippy cups and toys, waiting patiently for me. Always waiting for me, in the very best of ways. An American Boy who has not stopped smiling since Friday, when I arrived in Manchester, New Hampshire. I haven't stopped smiling, yet, either. And so far... I've met a really a ...</description>
<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 03:03:21 GMT</pubDate>
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